The Tribe of Silver Moons- RP Thread

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    Blue Water That Falls From Sky padded through the lush treetops. She leaped across the woven bridge that lead to her den from the main camp. She smilled as she landed on the soft leaves and branches. She looked around for The Wise One to see about the patrols today.

    Storm quietly padded out of his den and yawned a heavy yawn.
    He hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before, worrying about today's patrols and such, so he was extremely tired.
    He leaped off of the cold, hard stone and walked over to the fresh-kill pile.
    He was worried, worried because when he peered into the pile, there was nothing to be seen
    He sighed and lowered his head to the ground.
    What will we do? He thought to himself as he looked over to see Blue padding up to him.

    wolf that howls at night padded out of the den stretching she padded over to the others"good morning"she meowed bowing her head

    " Good Morning " Storm meowed, dipping his head politely.

    Blue smilled and dipped her head in greeting to Storm. "Shall I take out a hunting patrol? The fresh-kill pile is empty." She meowed, flicking her spot to the bare leaves were the prey should be. "I bet I could find something." She meowed, her eyes brightening with the challenge of collecting as much prey as she could.


    (Did everyone read what their camp and territory was like?)

    Storm fixed his gaze on Blue and then nodded slightly.
    " I agree, we need fresh-kill " he meowed in a serious tone.
    " You may travel together and find as much fresh-kill as you possibly can." he gave off a light smile and then stood up.
    " On your way now " he meowed quietly, flicking his tail to guide the two warriors on their way.
    He turned and sat below the highrock, licking his flank.

    OOC: Can Storm father Dew's kits?



    Dew sat in the nursery, washing herself.

    OCC: ((( I already have a cat named dew,)))


    Storm sighed and looked up, watching the two young warriors leave camp.
    He raised his paw, licking it, and bringing it back over his head, washing himself.
    He purred deeply and stood up, for he had some business of his own to deal with.

    Sun of the Setting Sky padded over Strom and smiled "hello" she had been hiding her feelings all the time she liked him alot her tail flicked back and forth her green eyes locked on his face and her ogarnge fur with faint brown stripes glowing in the light


    Stone walked over to Ice "hey"

    Storm flipped around, smiled lightly,and dipped his head, greeting ( Sun or sky?).
    " Hello " he meowed lightly.
    He had always had feelings for this cat, he just didn't know how to express them.
    " How are you?" He added quietly.
    " If you don't mind, would you mind gathering up a friend and going off to mark our territory?"
    He cocked his head lightly and swished his tail back and forth, it gently thumping against ( Sun or Sky).

    (Hahha, what if Sun.Sky and Blue compete over Storm? They both love him:) What do you say?)


    Blue dipped her head and flicked her tail for Wolf to follow her. Her long leg muscles flexed with ever leap she took until she was at the bottom of the trees. She stretched her legs to remove the stiffness and curled her tail over her paws, waiting for Wolf to catch up with her.

    ( sounds good to me)
    Storm sighed and curled up on the ground, falling fast asleep.

    wolf fallowed her muscle riping under her fur she may have been a she-cat but she knew how to fight had good muscles to back her up"yes"

    Storm stood up and quietly gave off a short purr.
    His masculine body swaying from side-to-side.
    Oh, how much he wanted a mate and kits.
    How he would feel so complete.
    He was fond of some of the cats in the tribe but of course, he knew that he could never possibly mate with a cat because he was the wise one.
    He frowned but quickly perked up as he knew that he could not let other cat's from his tribe see him upset.
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    Dew layed in the nursery, pressing her silky cheek against the nursery ground.
    She wouldn't leave the nursery until her kits where born.
    That wouldn't be long because the small bodies where due any time.
    She sighed and sat up, licking her paw and running it across her forehead, cleaning herself.
    She loved her tribe and only wished that Falcon was still alive.
    She was scared.
    Scared because when her kits grew, she didn't know what she was going to tell them.
    She knew that her kits where going to be very well taken care of, because the cats in her tribe cared about her just as much as anybody else, but she just couldn't get Falcon out of her mind.
    She hadn't slept for many days on end, worrying if there would be enough fresh-kill or, if the tribes healer was around the camp.
    She sighed and layed her head back down, closing her eyes.
    Moments later, she opened her eyes in shock.
    * Kits!* she thought to herself, panicking frantically.

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