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Honeywater
female - warrior - Tribe of the Harvest Moon
[align=left]Honeywater had a sister, but sometimes, she wished that she didn’t. There had only been the two of them that survived from their litter. Autumn was the brave, outgoing one. Honey was shy and quiet. Every evening, Autumnrain would tell her sister about her daily adventures - who she had met, the prey she had caught, the enemy she had defeated – and every evening, Honey would feel more and more alone. If only she had the courage to talk to the other cats in the Tribe! Then maybe she would be able to make some real friends amongst the Harvesters, just as her sister had done.
This evening was no different. Autumnrain sat down beside Honey and began talking. “I was at the border today,” she said, “And as I was walking, I came across Patrick talking to a little calico cat that was seated on top of the fence.”
“Yeah?” said Honey, not really interested. She didn’t particularly want to hear about any new cats that Autumn had met.
Autumn continued talking, “Not only that, but the little cat was accompanied by a dove! Now tell me that’s not something that you don’t see every day! And the little cat doesn’t speak. The dove speaks on her behalf.”
Now, Autumn had Honeywater’s full attention. “Oh,” said the shyer of the two golden cats. “I guess that is interesting.”
“I know that you’ll say you don’t want to meet a newcomer – it’s what you always say – but maybe this time, you should give it a shot? You’ve lived in the Tribe your whole life, Honey, and you still haven’t made any friends,” said Autumn. Honey shot her sister an offended glare. Autumn continued, “Okay, okay, I’ll shut up about. It’s just…. If you’re interested, the cat’s named Aster, and the dove… She’s Ambrose.”
Honey hissed slightly at Autumn as her sister started to walk away. She felt like the other cat always babied her and tried to convince her into doing things which she really didn’t want to do. However, this time, Honey had to admit that her sister was right. The young newcomers did seem like an interesting pair, and Honeywater’s curiosity was piqued. Maybe she would seek out the mute newcomer and her friend, Ambrose. Making sure that Autumnrain was out of sight, Honeywater stood up slowly and began to look around the camp. It couldn’t be too hard to find a cat who was friends with a bird, could it? After a few minutes of looking around, Honeywater found Aster, with the bird perched upon the small cat’s shoulder. “Hello?” said Honeywater. “You’re Aster, right?”