Makoto Naegi wrote:
The Tribe of Hot Sands is a tribe of cats that live in the heart of an Egyptian desert. They live underground, where it is much cooler. They have made their home in an abandoned mine shaft that is hidden from outsiders. A small hole in the sand is the entrance to it and is often overlooked by passerby's. They only come to the surface to hunt or if there is a special occasion. While the cats of this tribe are used to the heat, they mostly prefer to come out at night where prey is also mostly active. These cats believe in the Tribe of Endless Hunting but also worship the goddes Bastet. They believe Bastet watches over them and when a cat dies she takes them in to live with her.
The cats of the Tribe of Hot Sands are quiet individuals that are isolated from any outsiders. They treat each other with kindness and loyalty. Kits, kit-mothers and elders are always fed first while the healer eats last. These cats are known for their speed and are pretty athletic. They can also be a little eccentric but this is mostly found with cats who are not used to their ways.
The cats of this tribe are lean with smooth short coats. Fluffy long haired cats are rarely (if not never) seen as these cats tend to overheat quicker. The coat colours of these cats are usually brown, orange or grey but any colour cat can live here.
Tribe of Falling Streams | faerie; wrote:███tribe of falling streams !!
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about ::
cats apart of this tribe maintain an air of swift politeness, sizing up their opponents and using their wits to get their way.
they blend in well with their surroundings, often sporting long, sleek coats fit for a swim down a stream. the most common pelt colors include white, cream, and grey, among lighter pelts. tabbies are a rare sight, but colorpoints and the like are simply uncommon. these cats seem to resemble the following breeds most often - ragdoll, colorpoint siamese, siberian, birman, turkish angora, somali, and manx.
territory :: this tribe lives near the ocean, a few feet below the surface in a series of shallow tunnels and caves. they often eat fish, water voles, birds, and mice.
personality :: the falling stream cats are arrogant, cocky, and confident. they are smart and quick-witted, fast to analyze a situation and weasel themselves out of one. they are muscular and lean, almost itching for a fight around every corner. they anticipate and plan obsessively; other tribes see it as harmful, they see it as a way of life. these cats harbor severe trust issues, which can even affect their relationships with other tribe members. alas, they feed each other, and that's enough.
[ asking for this cat to be a possible founder ]
aura. wrote:thunder's pelt shimmered underneath the glowing sun as she confidently ambled across the park. the lake seemed to call to her, though she ignored it's urgency and padded towards the trees first. the scent of a rusted counterpart flooded her nostrils and she wrinkled her nose, wondering how something could have deteriorated without the humans doing something about it. she sighed softly, knowing that underneath the ground was the only safe place: her only home. despite it's indecent smell, no dogs or foxes wandered down there, and if they did, she could corner them or hide in the overhead loft where they could not reach. still, she felt the tug of loneliness. there had to be more to her life than just surviving; she wanted to thrive.
( thunder asks for an extremely pregnant dame. )
( thunder hunts )
( thunder patrols the borders.)
w0ah wrote:[ snake asks the ancestors for a member of the cavalry ]
[ snake patrols the streets of the city ]
[ snake sets out on a hunt ]
Swishing his lengthy tail from side to side, Snake looked out from one of the intact windows of the third
level. People below moved about, not paying mind to the visible silhouette of the feline sitting on the
windowsill. Up there, no one paid mind to the cats, nor did they really care. It was the perfect place to
take residence. Now all that mattered to Snake was finding others that were willing to join him. It woul
dn't be that hard, really, as many desperate cats roamed the streets in search of protection and safety
among numbers. It was a hard life to live on the streets, and Snake knew it himself. For many moons he
was alone, until the idea of continuing his ancestor's legacy became apparent to him. Let the Tribe of
Burned Claws reign on.
hazilnut wrote:✧
⎾ The Tribe of Winding Halls is located on the outskirts of Los Angles, California. Based in a three-story school ⏋
building, long abandoned by no-furs after it shut down and got passed from hand to hand until it passed out
of city consciousness. Occasionally no-furs still wander over, to hang out or to shelter, but mostly they stay
away due to the popular rumor that Maple Hills High (which is ironically located nowhere near any maples)
⎿ is haunted. Of course the only ghosts rattling the pipes are tribe cats, and they don't feast on no-fur flesh.z ⏌
⎾ The territory of the Tribe of Winding Halls spans outwards from the schoolhouse camp. To the west lies the z⏋
city of Los Angeles and most cats know well enough not too stray too far into the streets since they hold
countless dangers in the forms of twolegs, dogs, rats, and other cats tribal or otherwise. There are no-fur
households to the east of the schoolhouse as well, though they are far more suburban and quiet. Plenty of
herbs can be found to the east by cats who know which gardens to visit and which to avoid. To the north and
across a thunderpath lies a forest which begins to slope up towards the mountains. The south holds simply
more buildings and streets. Sandwiched between so many no-fur dwellings the Maple Hills High camp stands
as a safe-haven for the tribe. It's a mostly concrete building, clearly built to move with the earthquake ridden
ground. Ivy and graffiti decorate the walls which, surprisingly, stand strong. Most of the lower level windows
are put out and it is through one of these windows, which leads into a history classroom, that the tribal cats
come and go. There are quite a few doors that stand locked against the cats but many have been knocked out
by various hooligans, allowing the cats access. Dens are located on the first and second floor; hall-guards, their
students, elders, and Bellteller on the bottom floor while kit-mothers, their kits, prey-hunters, their students
and healer students are located on the second floor. While most dens are in assorted classrooms the Bellteller's
den is in the vice-principal's office, right next to the closet where the healer goes to communicate with the
Tribe of Endless Hunting. It is from this closet that the change of class bells still operate from every fifty-five
⎿ minutes, and it is here where the Bellteller visits to receive signs from the ancestors who walk with the tribe. ⏌
⎾ By nature the Tribe of Winding Halls puts great stock in teaching each generation, though none could know the ⏋
irony of their attitude due to their choice of residence. Elders are greatly respected and have a role in teaching
students (which is what the tribe calls to-bes). Students are to be taught the dangers and benefits of every inch
of tribal territory, as well as about the clans around them. Street-smarts, intelligence, and curiosity are prized
traits and the primary attitude of the tribe is to learn through teaching and through experience. Breaks from
tradition are encouraged in order to seek out better ways of doing, though those who challenge what was set
⎿ before them must be prepared for the consequences of the wild world around them. Rules are set for a reason. ⏌
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