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Tranquility.
Down in the valley, a pristine dusting of light snow over blades of grass, delicately captured in their cases of ice. Bird song could be heard from the nearby Eagle's Landing, the chirping of finches and chickadees, calling each other in a pleasant tune to enjoy the unseasonably pleasant weather. The water of Minnow's Rest was pristine beneath it's film of frozen sheen. The early sprouting of herbs could be seen between the maple roots, poking their grassy green heads daringly above the ice to peer up into the sun.
Peace.
The tribe had not known such peace in moons... brief glimpses of it, but never for long. As fleeting as a fine fog before the beaming sun.
So too, would this be fleeting.

It began as little more than a rumble.
Akin to distant thunder, though deep beneath the earth. Tentative, soft, innocent. Testing. Imperceptible to most... but the animals knew. The birds that sung just a moment prior had silenced their song like a dagger to their tongues, leaving the valley as if holding its breath. The stray deer, the fox, the badger, the eagle. They all knew, and they ran and not a moment too soon.
What was once a testing prod from the earth was now a violent assertation. A vicious shaking of the ground, acorns and pine needles shedding from the trees, boulders loosening their grip on their pebbles to rain down on any unsuspecting heads as the ground twisted and writhed beneath paws, claws, and hooves alike. A furious roar of rumbling earth and cracking stone could be heard anywhere from the top of the mountains to the bottom of the valley. A slumbering beast awakened beneath the stone, testing the confines of its earthen skin.
It ended as quickly as it began, leaving those affected to wonder if it had even truly happened. The pristine snow was now upturned with a layer of stone-riddled soil, boulders in places where they hadn't been just moments before, trees toppled and blocking well-worn paths. The beast was satisfied for now, slipping back into it's earthy sleep to rest once again.

// This is an open thread! Feel free to have your characters experience the earthquake or survey the damage! :) You can also make more threads relating to this one!


 
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The sudden shaking had caught the older feline off-guard, so much so he had been knocked off balance and clumsily fell semi-onto his side. Looking around in shock and disbelief, he realized everything around him was trembling... based on the other cat's reaction they were seeing and feeling this too.

Usually, he'd let out a panicked cry, tell his tribe-mates to take shelter within the cave, but he just laid there where he had semi-fallen, a silent and shocked expression plastered on his face. His heart pounded against his chest and his own legs trembled a bit in fear. He heard snow fall and rocks tumble from above, he prays that none of his tribe-mates outside get hit.

Then just as suddenly as it started, it ended. The ground was still, and the only sound was the delayed rocks and clumps of snow still plummeting due to the impact.

Slowly he gets up on his paws, without saying a word he creeps past any cats in the way and over to the exit of the cave of rushing water. Peaking his head out he sees numerous rocks and boulders on the ground, ones that certainly were not there before. Much higher mounds of snow now littered the ground, ruining all of the pathways they had formed.

In all of his days of living, he had never... witnessed something like this. He only had one explanation for it. "...The Tribe of Endless Hunting is angry."


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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions }​
╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· GRAY WOLF . male — he / him
╰ ‣ 64 moons . ages on the 25th of every month
╰ ‣ torw stoneteller . no titles

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, status — 100%
╰ ‣ gray and white tom . green eyes . nicked left ear & scar on left shoulder .

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ISTJ-A ❝ THE LOGISTICIAN ❞ , ravenclaw, lawful good
╰ ‣ observant . stoic . caring
╰ ‣ easily sympathizes with others . often helps with tough love

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· EAGLE SIGHT x NPC
╰ ‣ heterosexual . mate to Howling Wind
╰ ‣ father to . Cloud Wisp . Swooping Falcon
╰ ‣ average fighter . average hunter . strong medical knowledge
╰ ‣ avoids starting fights . will stop fights . will flee . will kill if must
╰ ‣ attacks in bold . penned by myth​
 
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It was as if the very apex of the apocalypse was descending upon the Tribe, and within his mind as the ground trembles in tumult beneath his paws, he could envision the sky growing red, darkening, the stars blinking out. Angry. That was what the Stoneteller said, that those- stupid spirits up there were angry. What could they possibly have to be angry about? Had they not suffered enough yet for whatever crime they had committed to defile them? They were ignorant of this crime. Was this- end, or what felt like an approaching end, the inevitable end- really the doing of those spirits?

Deities were meant to be benevolent. Was it not in their nature? Feather Shimmer had been tribe-born, so had Jasmine Bloom and Doe Leap/ They were benevolent. They were loving, beautiful cats, his own family. If they were up there with the rest of those sequinned felidae, how could they allow this terror to keep raking its claws across the cats that still walked upon the earth?

It was why he decided then that he'd continue his road of disbelief. He wouldn't- never- think that any of them might have a part in the unrelenting fear that had just plunged a spear then, pointed and forceful, right through his stomach. He felt sick with terror.

"Everyone okay?" he called, rough tones scraping the walls. His nose wriggled as it searched for familiar scents, for wild strawberries, for spring water. All before he turned to the Stoneteller with furrowed brows, a darkened expression. "Oh, great. That Tribe 'uv Endless Hunting sure doesn't like it when stuff's just normal, do they?" he spat in unbridled contempt, so thrown off balance, so shocked, standing in darkness and clouds, feeling only the rage billowing within him, his whiskers sensing the bustle of the aftermath. "What could we possibly 'av done?"
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TUNDRA 🏔️ FANG
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Up higher on the mountain a young tom was tracking down some prey. The Highlander tabby point tom had managed to chase a rabbit up the mountain when he unluckily lost sight of it. The little bastard slipped past him.
The scent lead him to a small cliff up on the mountain. He was quite far from camp by now and the rabbit was nowhere to be seen. Aggravation is one word you could say he's feeling right now. An eerie chill crawled up his spine and in the distance the birds quieted. His mind thought a Sharp Tooth was hunting so he slowly approached the edge of the cliff to look down. That was a mistake.
Just as the birds took off, the ground began to rumble. Panic overflowed Tundra Fang and he began scrambling backwards. However, the cliff was already crumbling beneath him. Fear. He turned around and tried to climb up the crumbling earth using the help of his extra toes and claws. He couldn't get a grip. The ground slid beneath him and dragged him downwards. His screams wouldn't be heard over the massive growl the earth was giving.
As he tumbled down with the rocks, snow, and boulders, he kept hitting debris and reaching out for whatever he could to stop or at least slow his descent down. His attempts at saving himself were to no avail. The young man was sure he was about to see his mother and maybe even his father in whatever this Tribe of Endless Hunting is... Would his father even be there? Would he himself even be able to go? In these quick moments time seemed to fly by so fast yet so slow. He tumbled over, hitting a large rock, and went spinning in the air. He could see the cave, all cracked and the trail leading to it covered in debris. His eyes were watery. They never left the cave. He wanted to say sorry. Sorry for what? He didn't know. All he could think of is if he apologizes then maybe, just maybe, once these rocks crush him... then he might be able to see his mother Fleeting Rabbit once more.
He got caught on a tree and hit his head. His vision went dark as rocks and snow piled on top of him.
 

Strawberry Tuft

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Strawberry Tuft had been enjoying that morning like every other: enjoying the peacefulness of her secret place before starting to make her way back, hoping to make it in time before the next patrol.

That's when she felt a vibration under her paws. It started as a low purr, quickly escalating to a bellowing roar.

What in the Tribe of Endless Hunting's name–?!

The snow before her would shudder, parting to reveal stone and dead grass underneath. Perhaps her most foolish decision that day was to try walking forward– only to trip and slam her chin against the ground. A flash of pain sprouted from the impact, but the Stonepaw would be quick to prop herself up again. I have to get back!

Stubbornness drove her. Each step was a determined trudge forward. Each stride was quick, desperate to return to her tribemates.

But even as she laid eyes on the cave's opening, an unusual shape tumbling down near her would demand her attention. It did not fall like any average clump of snow, nor did it roll like a boulder. Even as the shaking of the earth began to subside, it would fall– slamming against a tree with a loud crack before limply collapsing just as snow and some more rocks threatened to bury it.

Uneasiness stirred in her chest like a nest of bees, immediately finding strength to dart forward.

Perhaps curiosity got the best of her– or this eerie feeling in her gut– but she would start to dig into the snow with her larger front paws.

And, ancestors, was she glad she did.

It took some digging. She felt silly halfway through, and a bit guilty she wasn't rushing back into the cave right away, but her efforts proved to be fruitful as a familiar muzzle now jut out of the snow.

Her heart immediately dropped.

"Tundra?" It was a single word, ushered from her bruised maw as her efforts doubled on freeing him from the icy tomb. Copper filled her tongue, but she was entirely focused on the softpaw.

She could leave the existential questions on why this had happened for later.

Strawberry Tuft would carefully drag Tundra Fang free from the rest of the pile as to lay him out on his side. The injury to his head was the most apparent, along with some cuts and scrapes littering his form from what she could only imagine was a long fall.

First thing's first: the Stonepaw tucked her head close to the tom, relieved to find a pulse within a few seconds.

Hang on, kid, I need to bring you home. We'll need something on these wounds right away– we should have plenty of cobwebs left. He might need some pain-killer when he wakes up– or something to ease his nerves if he's in shock. Before she knew it, she was already contemplating scenarios in her head on how to treat her tribemate.

Gently, so as not to jostle his head any further, Strawberry Tuft would fix a proper grip on Tundra Fang's scruff before lifting him and starting toward the cave with a smooth, steady gait.

It wouldn't take long, of course. Before much time had passed, the strawberry-tinted feline had entered the cave and immediately beelined it for where the herbs would be stored.

Settling the young one in one of the spare nests, she would get to work quickly (yet delicately) on trying to clean some of the blood from his head and the deeper wounds, dislodging small pebbles at the same time.

Once such a feat was complete, the Stonepaw nosed around in the stores until she came across some burdock root– which would meticulously be applied to his scratches.

There was no real way for her to stir him awake, so she would try to make sure that the younger tom was as comfortable as possible before stepping out momentarily to seek guidance.

"Stoneteller? You here?" Her speech was slurred only as her chin ached and her tongue burned with the accidental bite she'd apparently given it– adrelaine was truly a wonder– but she knew she had to see if there was anything else to be done for the unconscious tom in the meantime. "Tundra's out cold, c'n you check on him while I look fer others?"
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"Speaking." / Thinking.

NAME;
Strawberry Tuft
GENDER; She-Cat (cis)
PRONOUNS; Feminine (she/her/hers)
GROUP; Ancient Tribe of Rushing Water
RANK; Stonepaw
DESCRIPTION; A long-furred red lynx-point with turquoise eyes and peach-toned fur
INTERACTION; powerplay allowed for peaceful/non-violent interaction, scent is that of strawberries and rain
COMBAT; attack in underline, heavy hitter
IMPORTANT THREADS; [ biography ]
 
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The troublemaking kit had been busy exploring deep in the cave along the walls and caverns, his saffron hues widened to observe the huge, towering caverns over him, pupils dilated to take in all detail as he could when the world began to rumble. From his height, it was merely a soft vibration at first, almost indistinguishable from the thunderous roar of the waterfall, but quickly he noticed the shift. The pebbles began tittering in their spot, the dirt overhead began raining down upon the cool-toned fluffball and the groans as the stone strained against the pressure of the world around it. Falcon froze once this started, trying to dig his pitiful, small claws into the dusty stone beneath him with little to no grip much to his horror, fur fluffing up and wincing as the dirt fell into his eyes, a soft wail leaving his jaws like a cry followed by soft hacks and wheezes as the dirt filled his nose.

His heart felt like it entered his throat, those few second feeling like an eternity to him as it felt like the cave may open beneath him and swallow him, the growl so loud as it echoed around him he couldn't even think, only able to stand there, alone. Unbeknownst to the young cat, above him the limestone stalactites above were cracking at their flimsy bases, the smaller ones ready to fall at any moment. Somewhere, Falcon had crouched down, tucking himself into a ball to self-soothe, tears falling from his eyes.

He didn't notice the world stop for he continued to shake even when the pebbles silenced and the unseen beast within the cave piped down and neither did the smaller stalactites above him. Once the world stopped, a few fell, coming to crash upon the ground, the sound making another pitiful wail leave Falcon's mouth but still he didn't move, frozen in his fetal position and crying quietly to himself as he quivered like a leaf. The last one to fall hit the cowering child's ear, the speed at which it fell cleanly knicking his ear and crashing right by his head, shrapnel pieces getting caught in his dirty, dusty pelt and even cutting the thinner places by his face and legs but he only flinched, too frightened to move much farther from his spot as he sobbed. He wanted his mom. It's all he wanted at that point, was his mother and father to make it alright for him as his ear throbbed and he felt the warmth begin to soak into his ear fur and down his face.


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I WISH I WAS A RIOT GRRRLtags
Name: Swooping Falcon
Age: 5 months
Gender: cisgender male
Pronouns: he/him
Group: tribe
Rank: kit/softpaw
Appearance: large, fluffy, cool brown tabby kit with orange eyes and medium-high white

 

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TUNDRA 🏔️ FANG
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The rubble from the quake that fell upon him gave him multiple cuts and more than likely bruises. There was a deep gash to his head and along his front paws and legs from scrambling to grab anything. Most likely ripped some of his claws too. A few cuts to his torso and back as well. However, the worst of it all was his back left leg. When the debris fell onto his leg, it caused a fractured. The skin underneath his fur would most likely be very agitated and bruised.​
Tundra Fang has no knowledge of what has happened to his tribe nor that he had been rescued. All he knew was darkness... The young man was unconscious.
A light appeared in the darkness. It was soft... Warm... Comforting. Familiar. In this darkened world he saw none but himself as if he was out of his body and watching another cat. The light grew brighter and beckoned him towards it. With polydactyl paws, he began walking towards this light, the tears in his eyes drying the closer and closer he got.
A scent reached his nose. He recognized it, though, he did not acknowledge it. A voice called out his name and it made him stop in his tracks just before the light. He now could see through his own eyes. The light before him felt so safe and welcoming... He wanted to enter. He could see stars and the faint shapes of cats on the other side of this glowing veil... But that voice... He turned his head around and gazed into the darkness with his icy eyes. He was desperately trying to find the source.
The voice called out again. "Mom?" Again. "Mom?!" And again.
He dashed off into the darkness calling out his mother's name. Witch each call, the smaller and smaller the warm light got until it was pitch black again. Exhausted, he stopped running to catch his breath. He could breathe? Or did he just forget to breathe this whole time?
Standing there again in darkness, the tom looked around. Silent this time. The voice came again but this time it was closer as if in his ear.
"Go home... The Tribe still has so much to offer you..."
Tundra Fang stayed still. "I- I don't know where they are M- How do I find them?!"
A soft and gentle giggle came. He could feel the pressure of a feline against him. "They're already here my son... You just need to wake up love."
As she said this, he could smell the scents of his Tribe. Strawberry Tuft, Fanged Throat, Swooping Falcon, and more. The tabby point used his nose and followed their scents until his eyes fluttered open and he gasped in pain, twitching within the nest Strawberry Tuft had placed him in. His hind-leg burned like fire.
 
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When the shaking began, the world around Howling Wind seemed to freeze in time. The dark-furred woman froze, green eyes stretched wide in shock and confusion as the ground rumbled beneath her. She stood in the center of the cave, eyes darting back and forth within an unmoving head. What was happening? Where was Gray Wolf? Where were her kits? The quaking continued, seeming to worsen as the seconds dragged on. "Freezing Wind! Swooping Falcon!" She yowled from where she now crouched, her body slowly beginning to regain some of its movement as adrenaline kicked in. Small stones rustled free from the ceiling, raining gently upon the cats residing within.

And then it stopped.

Her heart was racing in her chest. She could hear her mate's ominous words loud and clear. The Tribe of Endless Hunting is angry. Why? What had they done to anger them? The she-cat's eyes were wild with fear as she now straightened herself, head swinging around in search of her youngest litter. It was then that a faint wail would reach her ears, drawing her in. Instincts propelled her forward until she was racing towards the Cave of Pointed Stones, down deeper into the tunnels and caverns within the mountain.

She continued to call out for her son, pupils dilating to see better in the darkness. Her baby. Where was her baby?! Finally, the sharp scent of blood reached her nose and panic set her paws running once more. Before her lay the cowering form of Swooping Falcon. A shaking sigh of relief burst forth from Howling Wind as she crouched down to lick swiftly at his pelt, taking a brief pause to nuzzle him. "Thank the stars you're alright!" She'd then pull back, feeling the warmth of blood seep into her cheek fur. His ear, it was drenched. A whisker way from his face rested a shattered stalactite. Her breath hitched in her throat as the realization dawned on her; he was nearly dead. It took her a moment to recover from that thought before she got to her paws, brows furrowing with concern.

Oh, how she wished he was little enough for her to scoop up like she used to. "Come on, your father has to treat that ear. You're safe now. Let's get you out of here," She cooed gently, nosing his rump to get him up. She didn't want to spend another heartbeat in this dangerous place. If he listened to her, she'd usher him along swiftly, like any worried mother would.
 
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The world was deafening quiet, the only comfort being Falcon's sobs as he curled tighter into a ball, his ear hot like it had been burned by fire, warmth spilling down his face, a wetness-he told himself it was his tears, even if it made no sense how it got up there-chilling his cheek and ear fur.

Eventually, a sound cut through the silence, his mother's voice calling for him, and despite how much he wanted to cry out for her, all the large kit could do was squeak, his lips curling as another quiet cry shuddered his lungs, curling tighter in on himself. Eventually, no thanks to him, Howling found Falcon and once she touched him, the young cat almost threw himself into his mother's embrace, sobbing with anewed energy as he buried his face into her cheek and neck, drowning himself in the comforts of her scent while his body shivered like a newborn all over again, unable to form words as the tears bubbled over his cheeks and soaked her pelt. After a moment, he quieted again, allowing her to pull back as his red and puffy eyes eyes stared blankly at the ground, seeing a darker spot in the the shadows then the water would leave, a puddle of almost black, yet still it didn't click in his young mind.

Once his mother recovered from her realization, Falcon had began shivering again, slumped down as exhaustion gripped his body, the physical toll of such big emotions having taken effect already. Her nosing did push him, but he only numbly stumbled out with her urging, the light revealing the clumped blood on his faced and the clotted, gooey scab on his ear as it finally stopped bleeding so much but he didn't either seem to notice or didn't want to see, his tired, teary orange eyes looking first at Tundra, then Strawberry, then finding his father, the cool tom looking at his shaken father's form near the entrance. And, if it wasn't for how exhausted crying and being scared during the strange rumbling made him, Falcon would probably had been scared from that alone.

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SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD TO STAY THE SAMEtags
Name: Swooping Falcon
Age: 5 months
Gender: cisgender male
Pronouns: he/him
Group: tribe
Rank: kit/softpaw
Appearance: large, fluffy, cool brown tabby kit with orange eyes and medium-high white

 
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Mud Pelt

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Mud Pelt had just been returning to the cave after another unsuccessful hunt, his head and tail tucked with disappointment. He was about to lift his head and look for Eagle's Shadow before the ground beneath him began to rumble. Instinctively, the tom dropped to the ground, black claws sinking into the snow-strewn ground just outside the shelter of their home. His amber eyes stretched wide as he locked eyes with his tribemates inside, as if trying to ask them what the heck was happening.

Suddenly, a large rock plummeted to the ground, landing in the snow right in front of him. He recoiled with a surprised yelp before realizing that several stones were now raining down upon him. "GAH!" The short yowl sounded from him as a falling rock contacted his shoulder before bouncing into the snow. Several smaller pebbles pelted him without causing too much damage, but he wasn't about to wait for another opportunity to meet his ancestors. He bolted forward, favoring his right foreleg that had been hit, and skidded into the cave just as the shaking died down.

Panting, he eased himself onto his belly and winced as his shoulder protested the movement. "Ouch....what in the Tribe of Endless Hunting was that?" He asked no one in particular, although his ears angled towards Stoneteller as he spoke of their ancestors' anger. "Angry? What did we do?" He echoed Fanged Throat's question, clearly finding it very unfair that they deserved such treatment from the cats in the sky. Still, the fear of what their "anger" entailed twirled round and round in his stomach. Would it mean more of the earth shakes?

In the following moments, the Tribe was beginning to collect themselves when Strawberry Tuft entered with a fallen cat dragging with her. Mud Pelt took a break from licking at his shoulder to perk up, brow furrowing as he peered closer. "H-Hey! That's not Tundra Fang, right?" He called over, although the Stonepaw was clearly too focused to pay him any mind. The softpaw winced as he forced himself to his feet and clambered towards the Stoneteller's den, poking his head in with worry creasing his face. That was his friend! "Is he alright?" He mewed in a panicked tone, lifting his right forepaw off the ground to keep it from holding any weight. He didn't look alright.

// nothing's too wrong with his shoulder, just sore from where the rock hit!
 
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Wrathion

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The day was a pleasant one, bird song upon the wintry gales, a crimson feathered cardinal poking at the frost with it’s short beak. Tiger held a rabbit within his sights, a skinny, pale furred creature that pawed at the snow in a desperate search of food. Closer, he crept, like feline shaped ink in the shadow of a boulder, where the darkness disguised his slender frame. He wasn’t sure when he noticed it. Perhaps it was after the hare bolted suddenly, without any provocation, but the birds had stopped singing. The world was holding its breath, but for what? An eerie sensation settled within the tabby tom’s bones, and it was not simply the biting chill in the air. Nostrils flared as he scented the atmosphere, wondering if perhaps there was some large predator in the area, but no sooner had he cast his blazing gaze afar to scan the jagged slopes, did he feel the rumble deep below the frosted stone. And like the earth itself was letting loose a furious roar, the whole mountainside began to shake.​
Tiger Jaw could hardly stand, and the violent shaking of the earth rattled his body. The sounds of an avalanche cascading down the cliffs jolted his mind with sudden fear, and the terror gripped his body with the desperation to flee. The tom-cat struggled to his paws, mouth agape as he drew in heaving breaths. The boulder he had been sheltering in the shadow of shifted, and cracked, and scarce trees had their trunks snapped in two, their frosted branches rattling as the plants collapsed to the roaring earth. Tiger Jaw just barely managed to roll away when part of the boulder came crashing down upon him, pebbles striking his thick coated form as he struggled to put distance between himself and the stone. A swift, near death experience, and then all went silent once more. The quaking had stopped.​
Still drawing in gasps of oxygen into his lungs, Tiger Jaw turned and bolted toward the Tribe’s cave, silently hoping that the entire rocky structure hadn’t collapsed on the heads of his allies. Fallen boulders and large snow drifts blocked his path, but with adrenaline rushing through his heated veins, the bold tom carried on. He spots Stoneteller peering outside the cave, which is, thankfully, still standing. He can only hope it stays that way, that the structure of the stone itself hadn’t cracked beyond repair. “What was that?” Tiger inquired breathlessly as he leaped over fallen stones to join his tribe-mates within the cavern’s sheltered walls. There were shouts of concern, despair, cries that the Tribe of Endless Hunting was angry with them. But for what? Despite his own disbelief for the existence of the ancestors the Tribe seemed to revere so much, Tiger immediately set forth to check on his allies, golden eyes peering sharply through the shadows.​
The tom passed Fanged Throat and Stoneteller in a rush, his feathery tail sweeping through the wintry air behind him. “Is anyone missing?” Tiger Jaw called out boldly, dark pupils scanning the darkness. He thought he heard a kitten’s whimper somewhere in the shadows, but it was the scene that began to transpire behind him that truly caught his attention. Hearing struggling paw steps, the tall tabby turned, just in time to watch Strawberry Tuft dragging Tundra Fang into the cavern. Tiger Jaw nearly choked, but managed to maintain his composure. He rushed toward the injured tribe cat, as Strawberry moved away, likely to go find the needed herbs to help insure Tundra’s survival. All he could do was watch as the young tom laid limply in the nest that Strawberry had laid him in.​
Tiger Jaw didn’t know what to say, so he merely remained silent, though the air was not nearly so cold around him as it usually was. It was clear the tabby was in distress, shocked by what had just transpired. Turning back to the mouth of the cave, Tiger Jaw approached Stoneteller and the others. “I’m willing to help search for anyone that may be missing.” The beastly tom uttered after Strawberry Tuft had spoken. He stood among the group that had gathered, keeping an eye on Mud Pelt as the other cat moved toward Tundra Fang’s position. The tom was still numb from the horrifying event, but he’d go out in an instant if it meant saving the lives of his allies. His typically brooding exterior was now alert with the desire to help, a stark difference to what the tribe had come to know from him.​
 

Strawberry Tuft

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These times were unprecedented as far as her memory could recall. Never once did her parents tell her of their ancestors becoming so angry that they made even the mightest mountain tremble. Her mind raced, trying to process those who she would spot within the main area of the cave.

There was Stoneteller, who she was sure would be plenty busy trying to organize the others. "Please send anyone my way, I'm gonna keep an eye on Tundra Fang." So far, everyone else seemed conscious.

Fanged Throat looked quite shaken, but she couldn't afford to prsonally check on him just yet. He didn't seem like he was bleeding or injured though, thankfully.

Swooping Falcon looked like his ear had been caught, his mother reassuring him– he would be fine as well.

Her rounded ears turned then to her little shadow, Mud Pelt, finally acknowledging him with a small nod. "He's in good paws. 'fter I make sure he's fine, I'll check that limp." The awkwardness in each step the softpaw took had certainly not gone unnoticed by her watchful gaze, at least.

Her gaze fell, last but not least, on Tiger Jaw– who had brushed by her at some point to look over Tundra Fang for a moment. An appreciative smile bloomed on her maw, casting the dark tabby a thankful wave of her tail.

"Still need to look for Sand Stone, Cinder Spark, Warm Rain–" There were so many.

Her blue-green hues flashed with concern, yet she would force her expression to remain calm.

"Could you please do a role call and send anyone injured badly over here? I have to check on Tundra Fang. Thank you for the help."

The Stonepaw would turn, then, quick to retreat back into the Cave of Pointed Stones where the formerly unconscious softpaw laid. It was a relief to see those icey blue eyes open– dazed, but at least he was awake.

"Hey there, kid." Strawberry Tuft began softly, soothingly, like a mother trying to calm her kit. She would move to stand beside his nest, briefly examining his head wound before returning to meet his gaze. "You fell quite a ways– without looking, can you tell me where you hurt the most?"

She'd only just now notice the blood on the ends of his paws– dried, darkening already. He must have snagged a few thorn-like claws on the way down. Although she had yet to notice his fracture, her gaze briefly strayed to the herbs tucked off to the side. She'd definitely have to give him something for infection– after he tells her what's wrong, she'll have to give him painkiller, as she only can imagine his head was pounding from that impact.
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"Speaking." / Thinking.

NAME;
Strawberry Tuft
GENDER; She-Cat (cis)
PRONOUNS; Feminine (she/her/hers)
GROUP; Ancient Tribe of Rushing Water
RANK; Stonepaw
DESCRIPTION; A long-furred red lynx-point with turquoise eyes and peach-toned fur
INTERACTION; powerplay allowed for peaceful/non-violent interaction, scent is that of strawberries and rain
COMBAT; attack in underline, heavy hitter
IMPORTANT THREADS; [ biography ]
 
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//sorry everyone for not acknolwedging everything, large threads overwhelm me easily so I'm only replying to those directly interacting/still in need of gray! please do tag me if I've missed anything and you'd like for me to reply c: (also sorry for not healing anyone in this reply i didn't want to powerplay moving or anything of the sort and I'm so sorry if i messed locations up)

"I- I don't kno-uh!" His words are cut off with shock as he spots Strawberry Tuft making it up the mountain and into the cave with what seemed to be a knocked out Tundra Fang. Blinking in surprise he hardly gets a chance to react before more injuries begin to appear, Mud Pelt seemed to walk with a limp, and Howling Wind had appeared guiding an injured Swooping Falcon along which caused his heart to drop. Those were the injuries that he could see- good stars how many more were there?

Tundra Fang is being assisted by Strawberry Tuft, who also informed him she'd be keeping an eye on him. He knew she was more than capable so he wasn't worried and decides he'd begin to focus on those not treated yet. First his son- which he swore was not out of bias, but because he considered his wound to be visibly more severe than Mud Pelt's. Whether that was correct or not... he wasn't sure.

"What happened?" He asks Howling Wind as he rushes over, he looks his son up and down and shakes his head... his ear was visibly nicked. Gray Wolf had always been the type to offer solutions to situations rather than to emotionally help, that could come after the situation was tackled. They needed to make sure those injuries were bandaged and wouldn't get infected, especially that ear. "Come now." He tells them both softly before spinning around, he flicks a tail for them to follow before rushing to the Cave of Pointed Stone's where Strawberry Tuft, a now awake Tundra Fang, and Mud Pelt was. He grabs a couple of infection preventing herbs and begins to chew them up so he could apply them to his son's ear and scrapes.

While he waits for Swooping Falcon and potentially his mother, he looks to Mud Pelt, "You should sit down in a nest, rest your leg until one of us can get to you." He'd meow quietly so not to disturb Tundra Fang from the conversation with Strawberry Tuft, as he was most likely confused and overwhelmed the way it was.



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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions }​
╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· GRAY WOLF . male — he / him
╰ ‣ 64 moons . ages on the 25th of every month
╰ ‣ torw stoneteller . no titles

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, status — 100%
╰ ‣ gray and white tom . green eyes . nicked left ear & scar on left shoulder .

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ISTJ-A ❝ THE LOGISTICIAN ❞ , ravenclaw, lawful good
╰ ‣ observant . stoic . caring
╰ ‣ easily sympathizes with others . often helps with tough love

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· EAGLE SIGHT x NPC
╰ ‣ heterosexual . mate to Howling Wind
╰ ‣ father to . Cloud Wisp . Swooping Falcon
╰ ‣ average fighter . average hunter . strong medical knowledge
╰ ‣ avoids starting fights . will stop fights . will flee . will kill if must
╰ ‣ attacks in bold . penned by myth​
 
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The mother guided her son into the main cavern, her tail draped protectively over his back. Green eyes flitted about the cave to take in the damage that she had missed before. Someone was injured in the Stoneteller's den, but their identity would remain unknown to Howling Wind for the time being. Her eyes fixed themselves finally onto Gray Wolf as he rushed over to examine Swooping Falcon's ear.

"I found him in the Cave of Pointed Stones. One of the pointed rocks shook loose from the ceiling and fell; it got his ear. He was extremely lucky." Extremely. She could feel the warmth of tears gathering in her eyes from the adrenaline alone. That stalactite had been a mere whisker away from claiming their son's life. Her eyes lifted to the ceiling briefly as she sent out a swift prayer to thank the Tribe of Endless Hunting for protecting him before she set her sights onto her mate once more.

She nodded once he beckoned them to follow and lowered her head to gently nudge Swooping Falcon forward. From there, she'd trail behind Gray Wolf until they reached their destination, by then noticing Mud Pelt and Tundra Fang already inside with Strawberry Tuft tending to the latter. Her eyes rested on the young pale-furred tom for a moment, the sight of his injuries making her heart stop. She desperately hoped he'd be okay; no adolescent should have their lives endangered so early in life. Blinking, she returns her attention to her mate and son.