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[sup]Was it too difficult to use proper words? At least words that were child-friendly. Bookcub didn't know that those were considered bad words but she wouldn't use them anyway. They didn't seem to sound good to her ears and she saw a couple of her clanmates wrinkle their noses in disgust.
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[sup]Another cougar? That was quite peculiar but cougars seemed to become more and more popular in the Tribe. Bookcub was fine with that, actually. That meant that she wouldn't be the one who was so weird looking anymore, huh? The cub simply gave the other a brisk nod of her head, her face holding a happy expression. She was normally described as emotionless and even boring but she was not getting better at expressing emotions and feelings through body language and simple motions. Words didn't show everything, after all.
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[sup]{/facepalms
I should have realized. xD}
Bookcub wondered. What did they do for fun here? There wasn't much to do around here, especially when you were a cub. "We don't do much." She answered rather bluntly, her eyes fixated on her sibling. He seemed to be a fun guy if he was asking for fun, unlike her, who kept to herself most of the time. Was she jealous? Yes, she was incredibly jealous, but that emotion came in cubs easily, so it wasn't a surprise or anything.
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[sup]Bookcub nodded her congratulations, unwilling to say anything. She would occassionaly drop a congrats here and there but not entirely in a huge crowd like this, even though it wasn't so big. It was to her. She didn't like crowds and attention.
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[sup](She gets multiple possessions & she possesses a serval. xD)
The cougar had just been strolling around the territory, lost in her thoughts. She actually dont notice that she had approached a serval. The next thing she knew, she felt...shorter. Her legs were more nimble and thin, allowing her to run easily. Her ears were larger but her body was smaller and more fragile than her cougar one. Bookcub glanced down at her paws, seeing that they were tiny and dainty. Spots also covered them. Bookcub looked about in confusion, wondering what she just did. She could have sworn that she was a cougar a second ago. The young serval flattened her ears in complete puzzlement. Oh dear. Would anyone recognize her? She hoped so. She didn't want to be treated like a joiner! She was born in the Tribe!
Bookcub shook her head to clear any worrying thoughts. Now wasn't the time to worry about what had happened. As much as she hated speaking, she knew that she had to ask someone about what happened. Something like this should not be ignored, especially when she felt awkward and new in this body, even though she wasn't. Still attempting to get used to the lightness of her body, she traveled back to the camp, praying that she wouldn't be mistaken for a newcomer or worse. An intruder.
Maybe she should just call out to someone. No. That would create a scene and give her more attention, which she planned on avoiding. Bookcub sighed softly, looking around the camp for someone to approach in an easy manner. She didn't want a whole crowd gawking at her. That would only make her feel worse.
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[sup] (Due to seeing the Tribe run low on activity, I have decided to post a fun thread for everyone to join. This thread includes lots and lots of fluffy bunnies!
To sum the plot of this thread up, the bunnies have come to entertain and cuddle with the Tribemembers. No, this is not anything big. It's small and would probably be forgotten, so don't take this seriously. It's not a battle or a takeover or something that would affect the Tribe greatly. It's just my way of boosting up the activity. C:
For the realism rules, these bunnies are domesticated. They have been around wild animals for quite a long time so instead of being scared, they are simply curious. If one of the Tribemates makes a move to injure or kill them, though, then they would become scared.)
Bookcub didn't see it coming.
A dozen of tiny, fluffy bunnies crowded around the camp of the Tribe, their noses twitching rapidly with all of the mixed scents around them. They were all shades of brown and some were occasionally white. Those types of bunnies lived in the mountains so in the winter, their pelts turned white and in the summer, their pelts turned back to brown. It was a strange cycle. The bunnies hardly ever crept out of their holes when predators were around so this behavior was quite strange indeed.
The serval blinked her eyes, appalled at what she was witnessing. Who brought all of these bunnies here? Should she try to catch them? Bookcub tentatively took a couple of steps forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. A couple of bunnies hopped a few paces back but a majority of them only crept closer. Wow, these rabbits sure were fearless. She wondered what caused them to act this way.
Bookcub straightened up, looking around the camp as if searching for some explanation to this. It wasn't everyday that you got to see bunnies this close.
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[sup]( You're welcome! It's fine, school always comes first. c:)
About two bunnies hopped their way over to Ballad, their noses twitching curiously. One of them even got close enough for Ballad to touch him. The chubby rodent stood on his hind legs, eyes wide with pure innocence and curiosity. The bunny wasn't scared. He would be scared if anyone made a move to hurt him but otherwise, he was just interested.
Bookcub bristled as soon as a bunny approached her. Oh dear. What would she do? However, the bunny stopped walking a few centimeters away from her. It lifted it's nose into the air as if saying some sort of greeting. Bookcub let her fur lie flat, suddenly remembering that she was the predator and these bunnies were the prey. But, for some reason, she didn't want to hunt them. First of all, she would probably fail at it. Second of all, these rabbits seemed to be friendly. She didn't kill friendly beings.
The serval turned her head towards Ballad, still quite confused. "What do we do with them?" She asked in a quiet voice.
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[sup] It was in times like these that Bookcub wondered why it was her that always found the newcomers. Okay, maybe this was her first time finding one but she was still quite annoyed. The newcomer was older than her. Bookcub was only four moons. However, the cub was in a serval body, so she looked older. Her original cougar body was somewhere where she stored it. She liked the new lightness of her body. She also had possessed a bat but that was an accident. It was easy to use her echolocation as a bad but unfortunately, bats had poor eyesight, so she couldn't make her way around without bumping into things along the way. Therefore, she stuck with her serval body.
The serval took a deep breath, knowing that she had to approach her. She would feel guilty if she didn't. "U-um...are you okay?" Bookcub asked quietly, already getting nervous. Oh dear. She never liked speaking to anyone. But she knew that she had to help this feline no matter what. It was good to help others, right? Right! Anyways, she didn't want the feline to die. That would be the worst thing possible. Bookcub didn't know how she would be able to live with herself if she watched the she-cat die.
School starts for you, Nammi? Mine is out in about two or three weeks. xD Different timezones, probably.
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[sup] "You're in the Tribe of Many Storms. I would like to let you join but sadly, I'm not a high position. I don't have the authority to." Bookcub said softly, turning her attention to Trojan. He wasn't a high position either. Bookcub turned her attention back to the newcomer, worry clutching her throat. She didn't want to go against the rules but the other female would freeze to death. Friendship over rules, Book. She thought to herself. They couldn't just stand here and wait for one to come over to them. "Let's go into camp. I'll explain what happened." She finally stated, surprised that she was actually offering to explain. Normally she would have declined and stood quiet. Was she breaking out of her shell? The serval turned in the direction of the camp, beckoning for Cynthia to follow. "Trojan, may you help explain?" She added, turning her attention back to him. She didn't want to be explaining all alone. That would mean that she would be the center of attention, and she didn't want that.
Track, will post when I have time.
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[sup]Oh dear, who could have done a murder like that? It surely was gruesome. The cougar cub only narrowed her eyes at the body and then tilted her head up to the leader, her eyes wide. "W-who would do a thing like this?" She whispered. Her normal spotted pelt was now bristled with fear and, behind it, anxiety. Bookcub wasn't afraid of death itself but she was uncomfortable seeing the damage done to the body. That was taking murder too far. The symbol on it's head interested her, yes, but the rest of the injuries were rather disgusting. She couldn't draw her eyes away, though. The serval was clueless. Completely clueless in this type of situation.
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[sup]The deer sure was friendly. Bookcub actually liked his personality. She envied those who got along with others easily. She felt like she couldn't even say "hello" without messing up. At the sound of an activity booster, Bookcub nodded her head in agreement. Members here were trying their best but sometimes the best wasn't enough. But the serval didn't want it to be too active either. She didn't want something going on without her knowledge of it. "It sounds like a good idea." She murmured, trying to make her voice as quiet as possible. She didn't like speaking to others, especially complete strangers.
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[sup]CAAAASSSSSS
Bookcub eyed the newcomer with interest. He seemed like a cool guy already. "Welcome." She eventually said in her normal, quiet voice. She didn't speak much but at least she was trying.
/low muse
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