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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 7, 2017 1:39:34 GMT -5
 Welcome to our Tribe! RanksThese are what the ranks are called, not what the cats who have these ranks are named. Tribe Caller|| The leader of the Tribe. Feather Wind|| The medicine cat of the Tribe. Flame Eater|| Prophecy interpreter of the Tribe. Prey Hunter|| Hunt prey for the Tribe. Cave guard|| Guards the hunters and the cave in which they live. Apprentice Winder|| An apprentice to the Tribe Caller, Feather Wind or Flame Eater. Apprentice Whisk|| Apprentice to a Prey Hunter. Apprentice Whip|| Apprentice to a Cave Guard. Mentor|| Mentor to an apprentice. Allegiances:Tribe Caller: Spike Of Windswept Snow (Spike)|| Tribe Caller|| Tom. Appearance: Spike is a pale gray tabby tom with black paws and ear tips. He has a white muzzle and green eyes. Personality: Spike is patient and wary, but sometimes is too un-trusting of a cat. He can be hostile and hates outsiders. Kin (If Any): Squirrel Who Runs Swiftly, Jay Who Calls Out, Squawk Of An Owlet. Feather Wind: Sharp Tang at Dusk (Dusk) || Feather Wind || She-cat Appearance: A dark gray tabby with a white underbelly and darker gray stripes. She has a short bobbed tail and green eyes. Personality: She is very serious, and won't put up with any nonsense from those below her in ranking. Kin (If Any): Yellow Light at Dawn (Neice), Quake from Deep Earth (Brother), Sweet Rose in Meadow (Sister-in-Law, Deceased) Apprentice, Jay Who Calls Out. Flame Eater: Prey Hunters: Squirrel Who Runs Swiftly (Squirrel)|| Prey Hunter|| she-cat. Appearance: Squirrel is a pale ginger she-cat with light blue eyes and one black forepaw. Personality: Squirrel is hot-tempered and aggressive but prides herself in having never lost a cat on a hunt before. Kin (If Any): Spike Of Windswept Snow, Jay Who Calls Out, Squawk Of an Owlet, River Spring That Glows. Swift Flight of Eagle (Swift) || Prey Hunter || Tom. Appearance: Skinny black-and-white spotted tom with wide, green eyes. His limbs are quite long, yet he still appears to be small due to his defensive posture. Personality: Incredibly skittish, Swift is a very shy cat and a bit of a pushover as a result. He finds it very difficult to say no. Despite his anxieties, he tends to ramble in his nervousness and so comes across as quite talkative. Kin (If Any): n/a Cave Guards: River Spring That Glows (River)|| Cave Guard|| She-cat. Appearance: River is a white she-cat with some orange patches. She has violet eyes and a nick in one ear. Personality: River is kind, loving and ferociously protective of her Tribemates, especially her only two surviving kits, Jay and Squirrel. Kin (If any): Squirrel Who Runs Swiftly, Jay Who Calls Out, Squawk Of An Owlet. Quake from Deep Earth (Quake) || Cave Guard || Tom Appearance: A ragged-pelted dark brown tom with blue eyes. He took on the ragged appearance after the death of his mate. Personality: He is always depressed and has many sleepless nights after his mates passing, though he tries to hide it from his daughter. Kin (If Any): Sweet Rose in Meadow (Mate), Yellow Light at Dawn (Daughter), Sharp Tang at Dusk (Sister). Apprentices: Jay Who Calls Out|| Apprentice Winder|| tom. Appearance: Jay is pure black with some gray tabby marking and jay-blue eyes. Personality: Being the only kit out of his litter to survive, Jay never feels the need to fight to win affection, instead trying to please his Tribemates instead of his family. He is committed to his training and is very calm. Kin (If Any): Squirrel Who Runs Swiftly, River Spring That Glows, Squawk Of An Owlet, Spike Of Windswept Snow. Yellow Light at Dawn (Dawn)|| Apprentice Whisk || She-cat Appearance: A calico and white she-cat with bright blue eyes. She takes after her mother's light frame, her aunts bobbed tail and her fathers eyes. Personality: Happy, Loyal, but deep down she's depressed from the death of her mother. Kin (If Any): Quake from Deep Earth (Father), Sweet Rose in Meadow (Mother), Sharp Tang at Dusk (Aunt) Form: Cat's name|| Rank|| Gender. Appearance: Personality: Kin (If Any): Taken Shortened Names: Spike
Squirrel
Jay
Squawk
River
Quake
Dawn
Dusk
Swift
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 10, 2017 2:49:09 GMT -5
Fox Who Chases Wind (Fox) || Flame Eater|| Tom. A ginger tom with medium-long fur and white front mittens. His hind paws have white toes and his ears, and tail are white as well. His eyes are a bright amber. Personality: Patient, curious, clumsy and optimistic Kin (If Any): Little Robin That Sings Little Robin That Sings (Robin) || Apprentice Whisk|| She-cat. A petite russet she-cat with sleek fur and black toes. She has an unusually long tail and her eyes are amber with a green hue to them, making them appear fully green in different lighting. Personality: Excitable, curious, happy, absent-minded Kin (If Any): Fox Who Chases Wind Accepted! |
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 15, 2017 4:59:50 GMT -5
I'll start, I guess.... Fey)) Spike surveyed his Tribe before turning to look at his daughter, Squirrel. "You have turned into a fine Prey Hunter," he remarked. Squirrel said nothing, as she was used to his praise. River spotted Robin and padded over to her. "How's your training going?" Jay looked over at them briefly, then padded over to Fox. "So..." He meowed, trying to think of a way to start a conversation. |
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 16, 2017 18:02:42 GMT -5
Robin looked up to see the white she-cat with pretty orange markings make her way over. "My training is well. I still haven't managed to catch a bird, but I can hunt rabbits and mice fine." The little russet she-cat boasted proudly, happy that the cave guard had thought to ask. -- "Hello Jay." Fox greeted the black tom after he gave an awkward start. "Do you think we'll get rain or dry lighting?" He asked, flicking his tail tip toward the dark grey clouds that loomed in the distance. The coupes were still to far away to pick out the scent of rain so they'd probably have to wait until dusk to find the scent of the wind and the storm would be on them by next day's sunrise. The ginger tom wrapped his tail over his white-marked paws, looking at Jay curiously, wondering what he thought of it. "That's good," replied River. "At least that feeds the clan. Besides, one day you'll be catching birds! And I'll have to protect you hunters, as always." "Probably rain," replied Jay. "At least, I hope so. Dry lightning could start a fire." |
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Post by literalynxxo on Apr 19, 2017 20:25:10 GMT -5
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Form:
Sharp Tang at Dusk (Dusk) || Feather Wind || She-cat
Appearance: A dark gray tabby with a white underbelly and darker gray stripes. She has a short bobbed tail and green eyes.
Personality: She is very serious, and won't put up with any nonsense from those below her in ranking.
Kin (If Any): Yellow Light at Dawn (Neice), Quake from Deep Earth (Brother), Sweet Rose in Meadow (Sister-in-Law, Deceased)
Form:
Yellow Light at Dawn (Dawn)|| Apprentice Whisk || She-cat
Appearance: A calico and white she-cat with bright blue eyes. She takes after her mother's light frame, her aunts bobbed tail and her fathers eyes.
Personality: Happy, Loyal, but deep down she's depressed from the death of her mother.
Kin (If Any): Quake from Deep Earth (Father), Sweet Rose in Meadow (Mother), Sharp Tang at Dusk (Aunt)
Form:
Quake from Deep Earth (Quake) || Cave Guard || Tom
Appearance: A ragged-pelted dark brown tom with blue eyes. He took on the ragged appearance after the death of his mate.
Personality: He is always depressed and has many sleepless nights after his mates passing, though he tries to hide it from his daughter.
Kin (If Any): Sweet Rose in Meadow (Mate), Yellow Light at Dawn (Daughter), Sharp Tang at Dusk (Sister).
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 20, 2017 4:06:19 GMT -5
Robin purred happily at River's faith in her skills. "Yep! I'm fast and feed the clan and you're strong and protect it!" She mewed happily, never fatiguing of hearing the roles of the clan and how they each have their own way of providing for the clan. -- "Yes," Fox sighed, "A fire is the last thing the clan needs. That will make the prey even more scarce than it is now and we'll have dead, falling trees to deal with when the winds arrive. Rain would be so much more useful." He agreed, hoping that it was, indeed, rain that was headed for them. River purred at Robin. "I never think of myself as strong." Jay nodded. "Rain might draw out prey, if they're as thirsty as us." |
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 20, 2017 4:06:45 GMT -5
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Form:
Sharp Tang at Dusk (Dusk) || Feather Wind || She-cat
Appearance: A dark gray tabby with a white underbelly and darker gray stripes. She has a short bobbed tail and green eyes.
Personality: She is very serious, and won't put up with any nonsense from those below her in ranking.
Kin (If Any): Yellow Light at Dawn (Neice), Quake from Deep Earth (Brother), Sweet Rose in Meadow (Sister-in-Law, Deceased)
Form:
Yellow Light at Dawn (Dawn)|| Apprentice Whisk || She-cat
Appearance: A calico and white she-cat with bright blue eyes. She takes after her mother's light frame, her aunts bobbed tail and her fathers eyes.
Personality: Happy, Loyal, but deep down she's depressed from the death of her mother.
Kin (If Any): Quake from Deep Earth (Father), Sweet Rose in Meadow (Mother), Sharp Tang at Dusk (Aunt)
Form:
Quake from Deep Earth (Quake) || Cave Guard || Tom
Appearance: A ragged-pelted dark brown tom with blue eyes. He took on the ragged appearance after the death of his mate.
Personality: He is always depressed and has many sleepless nights after his mates passing, though he tries to hide it from his daughter.
Kin (If Any): Sweet Rose in Meadow (Mate), Yellow Light at Dawn (Daughter), Sharp Tang at Dusk (Sister).
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Post by literalynxxo on Apr 22, 2017 13:38:18 GMT -5
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Dusk snapped her jaws with annoyance as she stared at her pile of herbs.
They would need more soon, as they were running short on quite a few of them.
She shook her head, standing up and cleaning her dark tabby pelt with a few drastic shakes.
Her eyes blazed as she stepped out into the tribes main camp and out of her den. Dusk gave a flick of her stubby tail as she saw her niece prancing out of the apprentices den as well. Though she wouldn't show it, it amused her that the young she-cat was still so enthusiastic.
Dawn skipped about, searching for something to do.
Quake was curled up in his nest, his eyes glazed over, his tail brushing his face as he longed for his mate, even if she had only lasted a few more days. His dark brown pelt was ungroomed and messy as always.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 23, 2017 0:35:27 GMT -5
"Yes, that would be much needed." Flame agreed. I wish our ancestors would speak with me. We are in a troubled time. "If only this Snow-fall was not so harsh," Jay added. "Perhaps more kits would have survived." |
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 23, 2017 0:38:47 GMT -5
literalynxxo Fey Jay shook out his pelt and looked at Fox. "I should not worry over such things, as an apprentice to our Tribe's healer. But I do. The health of the Tribe will only worsen without prey." He looked around and spotted Dusk. "I think I'd better see if Dusk needs anything done."
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Post by literalynxxo on Apr 23, 2017 19:11:24 GMT -5
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Dusk spotted her young apprentice and padded over.
"Ah, Jay," She called stoically, her head lifting slightly.
"I was just about to go looking for you."
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 24, 2017 4:15:24 GMT -5
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Dusk spotted her young apprentice and padded over.
"Ah, Jay," She called stoically, her head lifting slightly.
"I was just about to go looking for you."
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"Do you need anything?" Jay asked. |
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Post by fossilfueds on Apr 24, 2017 4:37:19 GMT -5
Swift Flight of Eagle (Swift) || Prey Hunter || Tom.
Appearance: Skinny black-and-white spotted tom with wide, green eyes. His limbs are quite long, yet he still appears to be small due to his defensive posture.
Personality: Incredibly skittish, Swift is a very shy cat and a bit of a pushover as a result. He finds it very difficult to say no. Despite his anxieties, he tends to ramble in his nervousness and so comes across as quite talkative.
Kin (If Any): n/a
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Post by literalynxxo on Apr 24, 2017 16:51:40 GMT -5
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Dusk gave a brisk nod.
"I most likely wouldn't have been looking for you if I didn't," she meowed impatiently.
"We are low on many herbs, so we must go out to gather some to be prepared for any injuries."
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 26, 2017 4:18:42 GMT -5
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Dusk gave a brisk nod.
"I most likely wouldn't have been looking for you if I didn't," she meowed impatiently.
"We are low on many herbs, so we must go out to gather some to be prepared for any injuries."
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Jay nodded and as the two left camp, he suddenly had a thought. "Dusk, why would there be injuries? I mean, we could get some herons, but... The forest isn't that dangerous, is it?" |
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 26, 2017 4:19:12 GMT -5
Swift Flight of Eagle (Swift) || Prey Hunter || Tom. Appearance: Skinny black-and-white spotted tom with wide, green eyes. His limbs are quite long, yet he still appears to be small due to his defensive posture. Personality: Incredibly skittish, Swift is a very shy cat and a bit of a pushover as a result. He finds it very difficult to say no. Despite his anxieties, he tends to ramble in his nervousness and so comes across as quite talkative. Kin (If Any): n/a Added! Squirrel can come a chat if you want or they can hunt together. |
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Post by fossilfueds on Apr 26, 2017 4:31:36 GMT -5
(( Hunting together sounds good! ))
Swift lifted his tail from where it had curled over his nose in sleep. He hadn't really meant to sleep for this long, but for whatever reason, he'd been really tired lately. Embarrassed since everyone else seemed to have already left, he quickly stretched, trying to shake the fatigue from his head. Hopefully no cat had noticed that he'd slept in.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 26, 2017 4:33:36 GMT -5
(( Hunting together sounds good! )) Swift lifted his tail from where it had curled over his nose in sleep. He hadn't really meant to sleep for this long, but for whatever reason, he'd been really tired lately. Embarrassed since everyone else seemed to have already left, he quickly stretched, trying to shake the fatigue from his head. Hopefully no cat had noticed that he'd slept in. Squirrel poked her head into the den. "You're awake. Good. Spike was about to come and wake you himself. He wanted us to go for a hunt at dawn." ((Squirrel has a crush on Swift, if that's ok.)) |
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Post by fossilfueds on Apr 26, 2017 4:44:33 GMT -5
Squirrel poked her head into the den. "You're awake. Good. Spike was about to come and wake you himself. He wanted us to go for a hunt at dawn." ((Squirrel has a crush on Swift, if that's ok.)) (( Aw, cute! That's fine! )) Startled by Squirrel's sudden appearance, Swift quickly ducked his head to lick his chest before he came across as looking too ruffled in front of his tribemate. "Sorry," he meowed, half to himself. Quickly gathering his composure, he properly rose to his paws and crept out of the den to join Squirrel. "I'm awake! Let's go." |
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Post by literalynxxo on Apr 26, 2017 16:46:38 GMT -5
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Dusk shook her head.
"It's not that simple Jay. There could be greencough, swollen paws, infections from thorns getting stuck in pads, scrapes from bramble, and yes, as you said, Herons," She paused, and glanced at her apprentice with her narrowed green eyes, "the forest may seem calm now, but as Feather Winds, it is our job to protect the tribe from the things that cannot be fought with tooth and claw."
She flicked her stubby tail as she padded on.
There were many things that could happen. The scariest part is that it lied on their shoulders to help the tribe with plants, knowledge, and skill, passed on from generation to generation. One mistake could lead to the death of great cats, and it would be their fault. Just like it had been with Meadow, her sister-in-law, and her brother's deceased mate. Dusk couldn't save the lovely ginger-red she-cat, despite all her former mentor had taught her, and now, her brother was in a constant down-spiral, and her niece had lost her mother.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 6:18:57 GMT -5
Squirrel poked her head into the den. "You're awake. Good. Spike was about to come and wake you himself. He wanted us to go for a hunt at dawn." ((Squirrel has a crush on Swift, if that's ok.)) (( Aw, cute! That's fine! )) Startled by Squirrel's sudden appearance, Swift quickly ducked his head to lick his chest before he came across as looking too ruffled in front of his tribemate. "Sorry," he meowed, half to himself. Quickly gathering his composure, he properly rose to his paws and crept out of the den to join Squirrel. "I'm awake! Let's go." Squirrel padded across the camp, making sure Swift could keep pace with her. Seeing him wake up was absolutely adorable! |
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 6:21:21 GMT -5
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Dusk shook her head.
"It's not that simple Jay. There could be greencough, swollen paws, infections from thorns getting stuck in pads, scrapes from bramble, and yes, as you said, Herons," She paused, and glanced at her apprentice with her narrowed green eyes, "the forest may seem calm now, but as Feather Winds, it is our job to protect the tribe from the things that cannot be fought with tooth and claw."
She flicked her stubby tail as she padded on.
There were many things that could happen. The scariest part is that it lied on their shoulders to help the tribe with plants, knowledge, and skill, passed on from generation to generation. One mistake could lead to the death of great cats, and it would be their fault. Just like it had been with Meadow, her sister-in-law, and her brother's deceased mate. Dusk couldn't save the lovely ginger-red she-cat, despite all her former mentor had taught her, and now, her brother was in a constant down-spiral, and her niece had lost her mother.
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"Right." Jay nodded. "That would include Whitecough, right?" He hoped adding this might impress his mentor. "And we usually treat Whitecough and Greencough with catmint, right? Oh, and we also could have chest infections..." Jay decided to stop there, otherwise he'd waffle on for moons. |
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Post by literalynxxo on Apr 28, 2017 10:52:24 GMT -5
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Dusk nodded.
"Correct. Now, we need to find some of that catmint. We also need some tansy, poppy seeds, cobwebs, and marigold."
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Post by fossilfueds on Apr 28, 2017 12:20:25 GMT -5
Swift kept his head low. Though he managed to keep step with Squirrel, he couldn't hide how tired he felt; the fatigue was making him feel dizzy. Hopefully the other cats wouldn't notice - he'd hardly feel very useful then.
"Bad weather on it's way, huh?" He meowed, wincing when his words came out slightly slurred.
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