Please take the time to read through our Newleaf Announcement for how our five Clans will be merging into three, led by our current active leaders (Silverstar, Owlstar, and Clovermask/star).
We also have a territory contest where we're challenging members to come up with what the Clans' territories will look like after disaster strikes! Prey and badges are among the rewards for participating!
Happy New Year! After the tumultuous year 2020 brought us, staff have decided to extend the December hiatus into January!
High ranks are not required to meet their usual post quota, and you are still free to roleplay, but things may be a little slower around the site!
Staff are recovering from the year as well, so please be patient with us, as it may take some time for us to accept applications and update things. Let's make 2021 a great year for Fate!
** Special Note: Another predator will be spotted in the valley in the coming days. Keep an eye out for the next batch of the Tooth & Claw event!
Evening was setting in, and the air, already chilly, was dipping toward true cold. Skyteller was waiting. There was a hunting patrol out, due back any time now, and he wanted all the cats here to witness the ceremony. He had been considering this for some time- he’d only waited this long to be absolutely certain of the loyalty of the cats in question, as well as the acceptance from the rest of the Tribe.
Hazeheart, Frostfire and Icewhisker had been part of the Tribe for some moons now, and all had seemed to have integrated well. Hazeheart and Frostfire both had had some trouble, though in different ways: Hazeheart adjusting to doing his duties during the day, as opposed to carrying them out at night as he had- not to mention the condition which struck at any time; Frostfire’s had been more personal, a struggle to cast off past losses and look to the future.
Paw steps at the cave mouth drew Skyteller’s attention to the returning patrol, a pleased expression crossing his face at the sight of prey. Now, with darkness setting over the mountains, the Tribe would be starting to think about eating and relaxing. But first.
Rising to his paws, Skyteller strode a few steps into the main cave, tail up and waving as he spoke. “Cats of the Tribe, gather. Before we eat, there is a ceremony I would like to do.” A quick glance for the three cats; his eyes landed on Hazeheart, then Frostfire and Icewhisker, his tail sweeping around to beckon the three closer.
“When we arrived here, I had never expected to gain members from the Clans of the valley. But they have come and we have taken them in, and they have learned our ways. Now it’s time to welcome them as full members of the Tribe. Hazeheart, Frostfire, Icewhisker, we welcome you. Your new lives are worthy of new names. Hazeheart, I name you Dusk that Shrouds the Forest. Frostfire, I name you Sunrise on Fallen Snow. Icewhisker, I name you Ice that Forms on River.”
He’d taken quite a bit of time to consider the three new names- it was not generally something Skyteller did. Kit-mothers bestowed names upon their young, to be carried throughout a cat’s life. Lifting his voice, Skyteller swept a glance around at the gathered Tribe. “Let us share a meal with these three, who have worked hard to help us through the hard moons of the Time of Frozen Water. May the Tribe of Endless Hunting continue to watch over them.” FawntasticBloodrosePhoenixwilliamsHellion
Working on her self provided task of clearing out any odd patches of rubble from their new home, Hail felt in tune with the earth for the day. The benefit of leaving your home -if anything from that could be called good-was how in sync one could be with the new landscape. It was all the same dirt really she had decided pretty quickly, but the stones held a different story in them and she wanted to find that. Her pelt quickly matched those of the prey hunters from the dust that settled on its white surface, strong muscles moving each stone to safer spots. Our new home has to be safer, she thought before being startled out of her thoughts by Skyteller's voice.
Hail paused in her work at the sound of her leader's call. She tilted her head in curiosity, lacking the ears to flick in his direction. A meeting? She plodded over as he spoke, paws tucking underneath her to settle down respectfully. "When we arrived here, I had never expected to gain members from the Clans of the valley. But they have come and we have taken them in, and they have learned our ways. Now it’s time to welcome them as full members of the Tribe." Her eyes widened in surprise. Hail watched the rest of the ceremony with a numbness creeping into her system. She wasn't opposed to newcomers, not as much as her brother may be, but she hadn't expected them to stay. Tribe life was hard, and yet, they proved themselves, all of them. The guard chided herself.
It was important to grow their ranks once more, and Hail decided to follow that thought instead of fester in her worries. They needed to be strong once more, and these new members would do that.
Post by Fawntastic on Mar 10, 2018 18:05:25 GMT -5
Dusk that Shrouds the Forest
If you get lost you can always be found
Prey-Hunter, 51 Moons
It had taken a full season (the hardest one, actually) for Hazeheart to finally begin adapting to the way of the Tribe. This new life came with relief and frustration, sadness and joy. He missed Sunpulse and Smokefur; he missed being able to see them every day and know that they were alright. Has he smoothed things over with Hollystorm? Hazeheart privately hoped (perhaps in vain) that his best friend would find reconciliation, and perhaps even love rekindled by this new season for the valley.
Unless the grackles and the crows that flitted in and out of NightClan's forest decided to share their news with him, he had no way of knowing if this would ever come true.
Hazeheart padded to the center of the tribe's cave, intending to rest a moment among friends, perhaps share tongues with Peregrine (Ha, her puzzlement when he'd first brought up the notion with her was forever seared into his brain. He hadn't realized the Tribe had a different name for it); Rumble of Distant Thunder, that is, their new Skyteller, gathered them all together with an air of ceremony.
He was grateful for this tiny reminder of home, realizing with a soft pang that he would never again hear Pinestar call for a Clan meeting from the boulder ledge. Suppressing those melancholy thoughts, Hazeheart gently took an out-of-the-way spot near the other prey hunters, finding comfort in their similar rankings.
The last thing he expected was to have all eyes on him, as Skyteller spoke of welcoming them into the Tribe. His heart hammered like a thrush trying to crack a snail's shell, and Hazeheart prayed to every ancestral force in the valley that he wouldn't pass out from shock during this big moment. He'd never expected to be given a Tribe name. He'd always thought it was something he would have had to ask for, or he would simply make do with everyone calling him "Haze", like they sometimes referred to Cherrypool as "Cherry".
But Skyteller changed all that.
I am Dusk that Shrouds the Forest.
Something ancient and indescribable settled into Hazeheart's soul, coaxing him to gently let go of who he had once been so that he might embrace who he had spent the past few moons becoming.
"Thank you, Skyteller, I will do all I can to serve the Tribe," said Dusk, his voice choked with emotion. He wished in that moment that he had family here to witness his transformation. Friends, his new family, would have to be enough. Dusk looked at Frostfire - now Sunrise on Fallen Snow, and Icewhisker - now Ice that Forms on River, and he wondered if they were feeling that same surging rush of emotions he was.
They were, perhaps, the only ones who understood what this journey was truly like. Dusk stepped closer to them, wishing them congratulations in a tone full of shyness, as if he still had to wade through the murky waters of Clan boundaries - boundaries that didn't exist any more.
"May I call you Snow? and Ice?" He asked the siblings.
The devious troublemaker of the tribe had surprisingly been present to see the warrior's from the valley come into their ranks and if the dusty grey feline knew anything it was that newcomers meant new toys to play with, another mouse to add top her endless game of cat versus prey. After all life was about living in the moment, consequences were for the rule followers and she had never been one of those. Echo did not approach the newly named cat's, simply watching them with that piercing amber gaze she was known so well for, but eventually they grew boring to just watch and she intended to make them spark up, become a little more interesting.
" Oh hello, I'm Echo of Distant Melody, you can call me Echo, but please forgive me if I am so bold to ask a question of you? " Of course she meant to be bold and she was going to ask her question anyway, a master of manipulation knew that other cats fall harder if you groomed them first. " Was Clan life boring?" she enquires a cat that she did not really care to note the old nor new name of but was someone that she did not recognise and as well known as being ' annoying' as Echo was, this was quite the task. " Do you have a Tribe of Endless Hunting? What is with the strange names? Whats a Deputy?" Her questions were harmless enought, being in the tribe mean that they were one of them right and if Echo was to ever grow up even she recognised the importance of expanding her knowledge base.
Echo had not always been a little devil, if anything she had once been very sweet, curious about everything, but one day that had humilated her and she had devoted her life to finding out all the secrets of her tribe mates, however she never used them against another cat unless absolutely nessesary, after all she was not a gossiper. Taxx williams Fawntastic
Skyteller waited, tail curled around his paws, the tip flicking back and forth, a sense of enjoyment filling him at the reactions of the three. They were more than worthy of it, after giving up everything they had known for a new life, a new start, retraining their minds for a way that was vastly different to what they had known. He was glad to have them as part of the Tribe, and he gave the newly named Dusk a nod at his words, wishing him well in whatever future waited for him.
"There is one more thing I'd like to do," he called out, lifting his voice and bringing the wandering attention back to him; his gaze sought out Cherry and Leopard and he waved the kit forward. "One of our kits has reached the age required for his training to begin. Leopard who Walks in Shadow, you will be a prey-hunter. Cry of Hunting Peregrine," he continued, his gaze moving next to the she-cat, "I entrust his training to you. You are a skilled prey-hunter and I know you will teach him well."
A logical choice- for all that he had just named three new prey-hunters, none of them were Tribe-born, having grown and learned a style of teaching that had no place here. True that Peregrine hadn't been born to the Tribe, but she had been raised and taught by one of them. Perhaps, in time, Dusk, Snow or Ice would be given a to-be to train, but not this time.
Padding forward, Skyteller paused in front of the caught-prey pile, casting an inviting glance over the Tribe. "Now, let's eat!"
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Sunrise On Fallen Snow
Prey-Hunter of the Tribe
YOU KNOCKED ME DOWN, BUT I GOT UP
It hadn't been easy. Without Icewhisker with her, Frostfire wasn't sure how long she would have lasted before slinking back to LightningClan and the family she'd left. Her brother helped, never changing and always the sort to find pleasure in little things- even in the different sort of prey the Tribe hunted, never mind their methods for doing so.
He had excelled. She'd had a little more trouble, and she'd had to find ways to compensate for her near-blind eye. But she was managing. The hunting wasn't hard as much as it was dangerous- the first time she had tackled an eagle, hurling herself at it to help kill it, the rush of exuberance had started her panting, eyes wide and bright with the thrill of it.
That rush still struck with each hunt, but it was more of a controlled thing, never blinding her to the danger which lingered until the huge bird was dead.
Throughout leafbare- the Time of Frozen Water- she had learned, helped, formed new friendships, gradually adjusted to the new life she led now. Newleaf was just beginning now, and while snow still lay thick on the ground, the air was warming, the colder season giving way to new life.
Crouching side by side with Icewhisker, Frostfire glanced up at Skyteller's call, an idle flick of her tail wondering what the ceremony would be about; one paw froze in the air as he glanced at her and Icewhisker, waving them over.
Her brother bounced, literally, as he obeyed, coming to a halt in front of the big ginger tom. More sedately, Frostfire followed, pausing alongside Icewhisker and Hazeheart on his other side. She said nothing as he carried on, a flicker of surprise widening her eyes at the words he spoke.
She almost cut him off, the sudden realization that she was getting a new name catching her off guard. She liked her name. She'd fought hard for it as an apprentice, battling her way through the injury she'd got at the badger's claws, earning her place in LightningClan.
But it was also the name she had carried through the loss that had made her wonder if going on was worth it. And she said nothing as her new name was uttered, eyes half-closed as she sounded it out to herself. Sunrise on Fallen Snow. Skyteller hadn't known- how could he? She hadn't told him- but the name carried part of the name of the brother she'd lost.
Yes, she liked it. She'd keep it and leave the name that had been hers in the past, where it belonged.
Glancing over at Haze- no, Dusk that Shrouds the Forest- the she-cat considered the request. She had not chosen the name, but she could choose which part she answered to.
"Yes," she replied, and Ice that Forms on River added his agreement. "And you- shall I call you Dusk?"