All these stories are free to use in RP posts - a collection of short stories to refer to could really add some depth of myth to the Tribe, if you have a short story of your own for the Tribe, please feel free to leave it in the replies! It can be about anything in the Tribes distant past about any rank or events :)
The Tale of Sharpmind - while infamous, the identity of this Tribes great and cunning protector had muddied with time. Some say it was one fearless genius behind Sharpminds plans while others think it was a loner, toughened by the mountains that pulled off such a feat.
In Sharpminds time, where the waterfalls of the Tribes home crashed like cymbals onto the rocks below, the hulking guard would keep a watchful eye on the Tribe. They were quick to respond to any infighting, looming over the delinquents with a cowering look. Their body was corded with muscles, veins like rivers and paws that flew dust into the air with every step. Nature had been kind to give them such strength - but not without a price. As a to-be, Sharpmind had struggled with training, convinced they would never progress because of their sickly state, racked by every breath. On a fateful night, yowls of anguish had filled the Tribes home and with a push, Sharpmind stepped from their nest to see havoc wrecked on their beloved family, their dear friends. Vowing revenge, they bided their time with hard training and determination waiting for the familiar yowls.
The Sharptooths return caused mass panic in the Tribe, taking it's first victims. When it returned for an easy hunt the following day, its ears shot back in alarm to see a massive hulking form that shadowed the entire cave of the Tribe, even the waterfall seemed to shake in fear. A roar shuddered the earth but not from the Sharptooth, no, it had sprinted from the caves not to return for many years.
Here the tale splits in two - was Sharpmind alone really so fearsome that the Sharptooth vanished for years? Or had it been a trick of perception and use of light that had cast such a huge shadow? Either way, the thought of Sharpminds ancestors still walking around them is a thrill to think about.
Under a mission from the Tribe of Endless Hunting, a selection of Tribe cats had to wander far away from their camp into the wooded areas known only by the clans and rogues. The Tribes innate openness to support and learn from other groups meant that no whisker twitched on the arrival of a band of twenty rogues. Combined, the group was large but the Tribe felt no fear, knowing their strength and their faith would keep them well.
Well ... the stomachs of so many hungry cats may not agree. The journey was long together, small fights breaking out and alliances being formed and fractured day by day. As hunger pangs set in, their faith and strength wavered - to their misery, the band of rogues seemed healthy enough. It's not until sickness truly set into the Tribe cats they understood the smug smirks on the rogues faces. The rogues had no intention of letting the Tribe get any further than the forest, any closer to the clans, as that was were they were going to join. Painfully the ill Tribe cats tried to explain that Starclan wouldn't forgive them for this, watching with anger as the rogues went on through the forest towards the clans, leaving the few Tribe members left to struggle back home.
It's not clear if those rogues had interrupted the Tribe of Endless Huntings mission, or if the message the ancestors were trying to send was not to trust every stranger, and certainly not those around the clan areas. Also, check your food for poison!