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    Autumnrain


    female - warrior - Tribe of the Harvest Moon


    [align=left]Autumnrain was fishing. She didn’t like it much, but it gave her something to do. She’d never caught a fish, either, but she didn’t particularly mind. Her heart wasn’t really in the activity, after all. She sat by the edge of the lake, dipping her paw lazily into the water.


    Autumn felt the warm sun on her back and was thankful of the relative peace of her life within the Tribe. She was happy enough with how her life was progressing, and she could only hope that her Tribemates were as well. She wasn’t particularly close with anyone within the Tribe, but she had recently promised herself that this would change. Looking out across the lake, Autumn spied a three-legged dog on the far side of the water. Helixpup, Autumn noted to herself. Rising up from her position by the side of the lake, the golden-coated cat trotted over to talk with the Overseer.

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    Helixpup had been staring at the water of the tribe's lake, wondering what it would be like to swim. He'd never learned, and quite honestly was terrified of even trying to swim because he was almost positive he'd end up drowning. Had he had four legs, perhaps, he would wade into the shallows. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, was it?


    The slight rustling as someone approached was what startled the young overseer out of his thoughts, and he looked up quickly to spot Autumnrain. He'd seen the female around, and she certainly looked like a pleasant feline. "Oh, hey, Autumnrain," the border collie greeted with a smile and a few wags of his tail. "What's up?"

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    Autumnrain


    female - warrior - Tribe of the Harvest Moon


    [align=left]Autumn smiled at Helixpup as she replied, "Oh, you know, nothing much. How've you been?" Turning her head, the golden cat looked out across the still waters of the lake. "You know, I'm quite a curious cat, so I have a question - but don't feel as though you have to answer it unless you want to. What happened to your leg?" Autumn glanced across at the stump where Helixpup's fourth leg should be. He didn't seem particularly impaired by his disability. In fact, he was still involved in every aspect of Tribe life, but it was something that Autumnrain had always wondered. She smiled once more at the young collie, hoping to show that she meant no offence by her rather personal question..

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    "I've been doing pretty good, thanks," Helixpup responded, before listening to what else Autumnrain had to say. He wasn't really offended by her question about his leg, as he figured it was something that most of the creatures he met wondered about. She was the first one to actually ask him about how he became three-legged, though. "Um, I don't really know," he said, shaking his head a little. "It happened when I was really young, so I don't really remember. For as long as I can remember, I've only had three legs, so .." He knew he'd had to get the leg amputated, but didn't know the reason for that.

    "Oh, alright," said Autumn, thankful that her question hadn't particularly seemed to have offended him. Autumnrain sat down and curled her tail around her feet. She had decided that Helixpup was inarguably very friendly, and he to be genuine too. "Have you always lived in the Tribe?"

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    The dog shook his head. "No, I moved here about two or three months ago." There hadn't been any reason in particular that he'd chosen to join the Tribe of the Harvest Moon, other than the territory - the farm had reminded him of his old home, making the place all the more desirable. Maybe deciding to live somewhere simply because of their territory wasn't a good idea, but hey - it'd worked out alright, in this case.