~Tribe of Pouring Rain~ (OPEN)

Cat Name- Snake who Hides in Moss (Snake)
Gender- She-cat
Age- 23 moons
Rank- Swamp Guard
History- Born to a small litter of two, though her sibling died of illness in the first moon. Because of that, she barely felt the loss and grew up rather normally. She lost a bit of her tail in a fight with a rogue, but you should see the other cat. She has two siblings from another litter; Cloud and (open).
Crush/Mate- Currently none
Other- A large cat with short, cinnamon-colored fur, orange eyes and half a tail.

Cat Name- Leaf that Falls from Tree (Leaf)
Gender- Tom
Age- 31 moons
Rank- Prey-Hunter
History- The only cat in his litter, and the only one his parents had. Both died before he became a To-Be, a run in with an alligator. He’s always on high alert when he leaves camp because of this, but has learned to not be skittish after seasons of training. He took a mate a while back, after finally getting the courage to tell her his feelings.
Crush/Mate- Open for a mate
Other- A sleek, flame point cat with blue eyes.

Cat Name- Cloud Filled with Rain (Cloud)
Gender- Tom
Age- 7 moons
Rank- To-Be (Swamp Guard)
History- Born just before a thunderstorm with his sibling. Nothing eventful has gone on in his life just yet.
Crush/Mate- None
Other- Though young, he’s already showing signs that he’ll be a large cat. His fur is fawn in color, with mackerel tabby stripes, and his eyes are hazel.

((I hope that's all ok, including throwing the password in the middle of things))

Briarspirit I'm gonna add you but you forgot the password.)

(Thanks, I'm sure you just forgot. I didn't put a space for it in the form. Briarspirit cloudheart you've both been added)

A small drop of rain landed between Snake's ears, coming from the tree she was sitting under. What was left of her tail flicked in mild annoyance. Even with this kind of weather being normal, the large she-cat wasn't fond of water coming from the sky. Huffing, she narrowed her eyes to try to focus on the horizon. It'd been a slow day so far and she didn't think that would change.

Cloud stretched before making his way from the To-Be's den to one of the camp's pools. He bent over to get a drink, ears rotating as he tried to figure who was up. It would be nice to find his mentor and maybe do some training.

The light drizzle meant nothing to Leaf, he was so used to it that he thought he had a harder time hunting without it. Though it wasn't like he paid enough attention to compare the times. Rolling his shoulders in a shrug to himself, the red cat crouched in the mud. He'd seen movement earlier, hopping movement. Staying completely still, he waited for the animal to show itself again. Sure enough a toad leapt up a fox length away from him not too long after. Leaf sprung after the amphibian, claws out in anticipation of catching the slimy creature. It didn't take long for him to catch it but after getting the toad in his jaws, Leaf got a paw stuck in the mud and fell forward. His grip stayed tight on his catch, but he tumbled forward until hitting something solid.

((Last part's an opening for Bird, he can hit her or a nearby tree.))

Bird was about to pick up her prey when she spotted something rolling towards her. Before she could react, she was knocked over and the object stopped dead beside her. She blinked her eyes and found Leaf lying with prey in his jaws. Without another thought, she blurted out, "What're you doing? You nearly crashed my prey!" Luckily her bird nest had been safe, with eggs that remained unharmed. However, Bird regretted her words the instant they spilled out, and she stared at the ground, not willing to meet Leaf's eyes.

Looking up at his Tribe-mate from his place on the ground, Leaf purred around the toad. He rolled to his paws and placed his catch down next to the nest. His eyes went from the nest to Bird, no hurt showing in them. "Sorry, you'd think I would be careful," he mrrowed. Honestly he knew he should've been paying attention more, any cat knew how to feel when they were stuck, so he was embarrassed more than anything. In attempt to change the subject, he looked over the things around Bird. "Do you need any help getting that back to camp?"

Hearing his name, Cloud's head whipped around. He saw the red fur of his mentor and rushed over, large paws sending water up in his wake. "What are we doing today, Flower?" he asked excitedly before dipping his head in greeting. He looked back up, trying not to look too excited. More raindrops fell on him as he waited, darkening his fur in speckles.

Bird was grateful for her tribe-mate's kindness. "Yes, I'd need help carrying the nest! I can't carry the moorhen and the nest together, I fear I'll crush the eggs." She had thought of stuffing the moorhen into her nest, but the bird itself was to big to fit in. The nest should be carried alone, while other prey could be brought back together, by carrying one beneath the chin and the other in the jaws.

"Fighting techniques, right," Cloud repeated with an affirmative nod. He followed Flower to the caught-prey pile and scooped out a small bird. He moved to the side to begin plucking the feathers off, already going over what his mentor had taught him before in his head.

Leaf looked at all the prey a moment longer, trying to decide what would be more difficult to carry. "The nest could be carefully dragged, right? Then that would leave the hen and the toad.." he trailed off. Neither cat was really too big, but the task didn't seem like too much for the two of them. Slowly, just in case Bird thought of something different or objected to what he was deciding, the tom grabbed the toad and started to pull the moorhen up under his chin. He figured it'd be better to drag the bird instead of hopping the slimy toad wouldn't slip away.

With the drizzle clearing up, Snake came out of her hiding place. Though the camp was mostly empty, she did see her brother and his mentor. Stretching muscles that felt forgotten, she slunk around to the north side of camp. It was mistier now, a little harder to see anything, but her ears could still pick up a number of sounds in the distance.

Flower's words made this seem like the ultimate training to the young cat, and he began to tremble with some excitement. Cloud hurriedly ate his tiny bird and cleaned his muzzle. He combed his whiskers with a large paw in hopes of getting any stray pieces of meat or feather. With a final lick of his jaws, he got to his feet and looked at his mentor. "Ready?" he asked hopefully.



Cat Name- Pebble Sinking in Mud (Pebble)
Gender- Tom
Age- 50
Rank- Healer
History- When it was time to become a To-Be, Pebble was surprised that the healer chose him to follow in their pawsteps. He didn't think there was anything significant with him, and until then had hoped to be a a swamp guard. It took him time to get used to the idea of being the healer instead.
Crush/Mate- None
Other- A rather big brown marbled tabby with copper eyes.

Following his tribe-mate, Leaf drag/carried the rest of the prey back to camp. He placed them in the pile and turned to Flower. "Good job today," he told her, bowing a little. After that he turned to find his mate.

((I'm honestly not sure what to do yet. I talked with brokendusk before she left and said I'd make a healer if no one else did by a certain time, which was agreed on..but I didn't realize she would be gone before that time.
So I'm afraid to use the healer or accept cats yet, and I'm not sure what to do for our other cats for the week. A minor inconvenience maybe? Like a rouge that we can chase off, which is the only thing small I can think of. Idk, sorry.))

((I was thinking about that way later, and realized your cat is not a swamp guard..but she is out on a walk. So She could be the one to find the rouge, and I can send Snake out on patrol to help her out.))

((We could do that. If approved by brokendusk when they get back he could probably be Snake's to-be anyway.))

A large tom picked his way through the swamp, muzzle scrunching every time the mud squelched under his paws. Being here wasn't ideal, but he needed a new place to hunt. A toad hopped passed him, but he didn't chase it. He wasn't that hungry yet, and thought there had to be something meatier in here somewhere. A shrill cry let him know he was right, birds lived here too. He followed the sound until he saw the feathered prey, and dropped into a hunting crouch. It was harder to do in a swamp, but he tried his best and leapt out at the bird. Claws outstretched, he dug into the bird and brought it to him. It was small, not big enough to put up a good fight with the big cat, and he easily gave a finishing blow in the form of a bite. He found solid ground and got to cleaning off his meal.


Yawning out of boredom, Snake went back to the main area of camp. She was sure Mist would be up by now, and she was ready to patrol the territory. Tail flicking behind her, she poked her head into the to-be den and looked around.

(I'm sorry for not being on these days, but I will have to be inactive until next Friday...having busy school days😕