Name: Twitch
Rank: Food Gatherer
Proof of level: x
Personality: "You're joking, right?" Twitch flicked his tail in irritation, biting his tongue to keep from mouthing off at the tribe leader, Glacier. He was already on thin ice. If he did so much as throw an insult, he could be assigned to clean-up duties for a week. Still, Twitch hated Glacier's suggestion.
"We need a food gatherer, Twitch," the leader began, glancing over his shoulder at the young mouse. "It isn't that bad. I used to do it in my old tribe back when I was much younger."
Twitch's whiskers quivered and he sprinted to catch up to the mouse. "But wouldn't I best be placed somewhere else?" He grasped at any idea that popped inside his head. "Builder, border runner, lookout?"
Glacier shook his head. "I've made my decision." With a serious expression, he turned towards Twitch. "Every member of a tribe is important, no matter what their responsibilities. We need balance. In order for us to function smoothly, every mouse must play their part. Your part, in the grand scheme of things, is to gather food for the rest of the tribe. If you have a problem with that..." The corners of his mouth curled upwards. "There is other dirty-work I can assign you to."
Twitch wrinkled his nose in disgust. Cleaning up after the other mice did not sound appealing. Lowering his gaze to the ground, he gave in. "No, sir. I'll take the job."
Twitch is an energetic, spunky young mouse with a lot of heart. He hasn't been in the tribe for very long, but is fitting in just fine. Most of the time, he is very likable and easy to get along with, though he does have a bit of an attitude. Twitch isn't very excited about being a measly food gatherer, but in order to prove himself to Glacier and the rest of the tribe, he's willing to take it on.
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