

The Tribe of Crystal Streams | Breezecat wrote:
The Tribe of the Dying Rose | CVDDLETOWN wrote:
this tribe originated from a kitty pet by the name of rose who fell in love with a former tribe cat. The tribe cat was The bird that sits above (bird), he wondered into two-leg territory and met rose while trying to escape her back yard, it was love at first sight. Bird had convince rose to create a tribe with him. She agreed but didn't know much about how a tribe worked. After many moons, rose learned the ways of a tribe cat and they finally attempted to create a tribe. With a little gathering of a few kittypets, loners, and rogues their tribe was finally creates but by the time they has settled into their new territory, rose was dying of green cough. (This was rushed wow lmao)
this tribe consists of cats of more pale and dark pelts but bright furred cats are welcomed into the tribe. Their camp is located on top of a mountain that is usually foggy. They usually hunt birds, rodents, and rabbits for food. But they would occasionally travel to their closet stream for hunting and drinking. Like windclan, their camp is pretty open so they are very quick and jumpy. They create large badger-like dens only to store their herbs, and hid their kits from predators. Their Biggest threat is mountain lions/cougar, bears, Wolves, badgers, foxes, and eagles. The tribe also worships deers as a companion from starclan.
I hope this is enough :0
The Tribe of Wasted Dreams | peridotite. wrote:tribe of wasted dreams
we are strong, we are fierce.
we keep our weaknesses to ourselves and we have a tradition.
when a to-be becomes a prey-hunter or a guard, they're sent off to the dream tree where they make a shelter and dream for a night. they receive a dream from the tribe of fallen stars which reveals if they are ready. if they are not ready , they pad to camp and bow their head to the leader and then return to train for another 6 moons. if they are ready, they will stay in the dream tree's territory for two more days and then return to camp, finding a gem that represents their outside, but very rarely they find a gem that represents their personality. they show the gem to the healer and the healer keeps their gemstones in mind, remembering if somecat brought a dark gem or a light gem.
citrine - personality: salty, lucky. outside: yellow eyes or lion fur.
amethyst - personality: moody, always changing. outside: violet eyes.
peridot - personality: calm, polite. outside: green eyes.
of course,
The Tribe of Tempest Tosses Seas | Dinolil1 wrote:This tribe is nestled in a cave, dwelling among the salt-spray and guano. Their quarters are cramped and many of the tribe cats prefer to sleep on the beach despite the biting frost and nipping wind. Nearby is a rotting ship, creaking and groaning through the night, and that is were the tribe gathers all their herbs, all their prey and hosts all their meetings. This tribe is not only resourceful but also very tenacious.
During the time of shivering, the tribe often raids other tribes for prey and herbs! They give no gratitude to their allies, scorn their foes and stubbornly cling onto their granite cliffs for dear life. However, come the time of sunbathing and they will pay back the tribes they stole from. They may be harsh on their own tribe cats, but they are not dishonorable.
This tribe values the fighters, the survivors and the ones that won't ever give in. They don't tolerate cowardliness among their ranks and they will not hesitate to use the cliffs that line their territory if any cat displays signs of treachery or cowardice! Deserters, even a single one, can devastate the small tribe.
Their leader came from afar, a fisherman's pet, and with devotion to the visions, came to this lonely stretch of beach.
The leader eventually became the teller of the tribe of tempest tossed seas.


The Tribe of Sinking Willows | Chinchy wrote:The Tribe of Sinking Willows is a Tribe that resides within a large, thick swamp. There are many trees which often block out the light of the sun. The cats sleep in the branches and under the roots of trees or hollow trunks. In the middle of the swamp grows a large willow on a patch of drier land. This is where the Teller of the Rustling Leaves or Leafteller sleeps and spends most of the day. In the swamp there are many dangers from alligators to soft, sticky mud one could simply get stuck in. Rather than the normal two roles one may be used to in a tribe, there are instead three - Tree-Dwellers (Bulky, larger cats), Swamp-Guards (Light cats with a firm build) and Mud-Hunters (Small, light and sneaky cats).
With the environment being tough to live in, the cats of the Tribe are not particularly friendly to outsiders, keeping to themselves and chasing off any intruders. Cats not born into the Tribe are seen as no more than dead weight and a danger. With herbs scarce, they will usually try to gain the favour of others to help them survive in the swamp.
Prey:
Snakes, Birds, Lizards, Toads, Rats, Fish
Dangers:
Alligators, Venomous snakes, Sticky mud, Drowning.
The Tribe of Falling Blossoms | NightWolf950 wrote:So I decided to restart my tribe and go in a different direction. My old three cats I had before I would like to keep. However I would like a new Teller please.
**Old Cats for future ref**
Teller of Sun shadow - Sun - changing name to Sun's casting shadow
Sand that dances in the breeze - Sand
Flame that never dies - Flame
The Tribe of Falling Blossoms is well known for the peacefulness and friendly nature. They prefer peace over fighting and will often find a peaceful solution. However do not let their docile nature fool you for they are also fierce fighters. The Territory.
is mostly woods with some open areas. They live in a beautiful forest with a large mountain to the North. In the middle of the forest is a large clearing covered in bright pinkish purple flowers with a sparkling lake at the very heart of the clearing. In a small hidden area in the forest lies a few cherry blossoms trees and hollow dens. Here is where the Tribe of Falling Blossoms have made their camp.
When of age to-bes training to be guards, camp-guards, prey-hunters, and prey-watchers are sent out in to the forest for 2 moons to track down the tribe's most sacred prey. The Peacok.
A select few of the senior ranking tribe members are then later sent out to watch the to-bes. The senior ranking members are in charge of making sure each to-be helps in tracking and taking down the peacock. To-bes who fail are held back until the next round of to-be's are ready for their trial. The peacock is then shared between the to-bes after they become their respected ranks.
The peacock feathers are then used for nesting, den decoration, and even some times woven into a cats fur. The Teller's den has the largest amount of Peacock feathers as they are considered special. The tribe believes that the feathers bring good luck to them so every cat takes good care of them, Even the youngest kits know to be careful with them. It is considered to bring bad luck if the feathers are shredded by a cat's claws. Those who shred a feather with their claws are cast out, taking their bad luck with them.
The tribe also hold a festival each new-leaf after every leaf bare. This festival is dedicated to their ancestors for bringing back the life and beautiful flowers to their home. It lasts for 2 moons. During this time cats of any rank are welcome to spar one another, testing their skills. They are also welcome to hunt along side each other. During the end of the festival the tribe collects beautiful flowers and feather then travel to the base of the mountain. There they place their gatherings and pray to their ancestors, thanking them for once again a beautiful new-leaf.
Starwindrider wrote:"...and we go on constant patrols too," Apollo explained to the younger dark tabby tom. His name was Lelantos, god of air and of the hunt. Venus saw his namesake reflected in his actions; his footfalls were nearly inaudible and he had the sharp eyes of a great hunter. Apollo was interacting well with the newcomer; they were clearly already good friends. "You two, can go hunting," Venus suggested. Lelantos agreed excitedly. "But have a meal before you go," she added.
[size=85]Apollo and Lelantos go hunting.
The Tribe consumes what they have.
deimos wrote:There was never a time in his life where the tom felt worthy of anything, he supposed his feelings stemmed from the lack of care his mother had for him and his littermates. After all, none of them were born out of love, his father and mother parted ways shortly after becoming mates and she only provided for her kittens out of obligation rather then devotion to her young. There were six kittens in that litter; she ended up having only two that survived into adulthood. Just him - Arroyo - and his brother Gulch. The three all sat in silence on the last night they shared together, their mother left them with nary a word before turning away from her two remaining sons never to be seen again while his brother headed towards the mountains.
Arroyo was initially fearful of being alone for the first time in his life, but after experiencing the many dangers the desert had to offer for six moons he noticed that nothing seemed to faze him anymore. He liked to believe he was truly desensitized to everything now, but he couldn't ignore the fear he felt in the pit of his stomach as he spent another night under the stars, thinking that perhaps he'd find himself in the jaws of a coyote of stung by a deadly scorpion like some of his brothers and sisters had.
These were the nights Arroyo felt alone, the nights he realized he was nothing but a creature who was merely existing rather then living.
Then came the day where he was summoned by a group known as The Tribe of Endless Hunting in his sleep and Arroyo supposed that perhaps he had a place in the world after all. He could remember it clearly, waking up surrounded by pitch black darkness and frozen to the ground as he heard the meow of a cat that sounded so far and so close all at the same time. It sounded expressionless, but Arroyo couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for them all the same. It had told him a lot of things, said that there were once many tribes in places the tom would never hope to see in his lifetime and that he would be among the first to create such a colony in these lands and lead it for as long as he was able to.
When he woke up he hardly had time to hunt, the only thought in his mind was to seek out a home for his future tribe before the directions the nameless cat had given him faded away. Arroyo spent weeks before finally arriving to his new home, in his dreams he learned what it meant to be a 'teller and how to lead a tribe. He was confident as he began to work on the dens, he started feeling less like 'Arroyo' and more like the 'Teller of the Scalding Sands', as his spiritual companion liked to refer to him. The Sandteller now sat atop a stone, staring at the glimmering stars above before directing his attention to the earth - imagining the open space filled with cats who stared back at him.
The beginning of a smile formed on his maw as he leapt down the stone, he had high hopes about this tribe, but he would need some actual tribemates if he wasn't to let his guiding spirit down. Sandteller recalled the voice told him of a place hidden from beasts, a place where could speak freely to them and to others like it for their guidance, he supposed that would be a good place to start.
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~Glaceon~ wrote:Two icy eyes shone through the mist. A small, rare smile appeared on her face as she entered the haze.
""At last I can pay my debt to you, will you forgive me?"
Her voice rang out in the cold pleadingly. Her eyes filled with desperation.
Stumbling, the she-cat made her way to a cave. The sun was shining brightly, and Dawn was so unused to the heat she began to wonder. A cave's mouth was nearby, set into the mountain. As she entered the icy stone made her jump, but it was a better change to the sunlight's burning rays. Dawn's eyes sharply looked around, but her eyes were drawn to a small tunnel. She found her paws leading her along the narrow passage shortly after stopping to look at it. Her eyes reflected in the stone walls of the cave, and the she-cat was startled to see two eyes staring back at her, wonder shimmering within them. Dawn took a deep breath, and carried on.
A sapphire pool awaited Dawn as she entered the silent chamber. Lapping waters touched her paws. She looked into the clear water.
"The path your paws take you shall be full of twists and turns, but it will be alright." Dawn looked up at her mother with big blue eyes. "Are you sure?" She squeaked back, her eyes fixed on her mother. "The Tribe of Endless Hunting have told me." A faraway look crossed the amber eyes of her mother. Dawn looked at her mother with curiosity. "Okay," Dawn purred, still confused, but a sense of certainty warmed her fur.
We hail you by the name of Dawnteller, to lead the Tribe of Shimmering Dawn.
Dawn-like colours sparkled on the surface of the water. A silent gasp came from the new Teller of Shimmering Dawn's lips, only to be stopped by a very faded cat.
"I Have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. You shall do the same one day, young one."
The eyes of the cat were fading, yet Dawnteller could easily see the two sparkling tears that quietly fell onto the smooth rock. This she-cat was vanishing, forgotten. In every moment she was growing fainter and fainter. "Wait!" Dawnteller's eyes grew watery, and two more tears joined those on the stone. "But... Don't go!" she cried.
"We must all leave some day...
Yet we grow strong as we stay together.
As flowers bloom so does hope, and faith, and they shall always remain."
The last petal fell off a dying flower and the she-cat's wise eyes blinked slowly, before vanishing into stardust. A single petal lay in the center of the clear waters, and as Dawn looked up she saw a single beam of light falling from the starlit skies. A shining wind soared up, and up. It was a spirit that would one day be revived after being forgotten.
"Thank you."
Suddenly, a white swan feather fell from the hole in the cave's roof. Looking up, Dawnteller saw a beautiful white swan flying through the clouds and soaring into the sky. A cat as white as swan's feathers purred, before disappearing.
[Dawnteller goes to the Pool of Shimmering Truth to ask for a Haze-Hunter]
[Dawnteller goes on patrol (hunting and patrol)]
_Ravenfeather_ wrote:The she-cat awoke at the side of the brook, the peaceful sound of the water filling her ears as her head jolted up, the last two nights she had spent digging out tunnels for her tribe. Why would a cat waste all their time on this? The Tribe Of Endless Hunting had told her so, in a dream when Brookteller was once known as Bark, a she-cat struggling to survive like any other cat, in her dream she was told she would be the Healer of a new tribe, and she would be named Brookteller. She lifted herself off the grass below her before wincing in pain at a stomach ache. As the early morning sun shone down on her pelt she rose her muzzle into the air, taking a sniff the slightest smell of prey had caught her attention, she lowered her head and trekked forward.
Brookteller hunts.
Brookteller goes on a border patrol.
Maplewhisper wrote:Stormteller looked out over the grey plains, watching clouds gather overhead. Letting out a satisfied mew, she climbed the last mouse-lengths to the top of the Calm Peak. Looking up at the sky, the first few raindrops fell and she closed her eyes. "I am ready to start this tribe - but I need the guidance and help of my ancestors. Please, help me in my endeavors...
Stormteller travels to the Calm Peak and asks for a kit-mother.
Stormteller goes hunting.
bel. wrote:"I heard you calling, so I came, but I did not expect the land to be so barren." Iceteller murmured, her voice quiet and low, as if
in a permanent whisper for fear of what might happen if she raised her voice. She did not want to anger the ancestors that had
chosen her to lead the tribe, but she was still in awe at their choice. She used to a house-cat, before one day her elderly house-
folk never returned and she was left to fend for herself. She could hunt, but ebbing the life away from any creature wasn't her
favorite thing to do. She had a natural talent for healing things, all things; for fixing the broken, mending the bent, and providing for
the weak. She wondered if that was why she was chosen to be a healer, still so, it seemed hard to imagine that a once-kittypet was
brave enough to lead an entire tribe. "You're silent now, and I'm not sure why, but send me a to-be, so that we might explore the
barren lands together and find beauty in the desolation."


Medicine Store:
Catmint | Best remedy
for greencough.
Can also be used for whitecough. | x1
Chervil | For infected
wounds and bellyache.
Can also be used when kitting. | x1
Comfrey Root | Repairs
broken bones or
soothes wounds. Also used for
wrenched claws and shoulders.
Can be used for itching or
for inflammation on stiff joints.
Can be used on burns. | x1
Lavender | Cures fever and chills.
Also used to hide death's scent. | x1
Yarrow | Extracts poison from
wounds. Will make a cat vomit up toxins.
The ointment will soften and help heal
cracked pads. | x1
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