Posts by STONE WORN AWAY BY TIDE

Let's Share! has (finally) launched! Our first article is a World of Tanks Guide by Enderclaw!
Check out this announcement about a new Power Reset item being added to the Inventory Store!




    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> 3 moons <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    Stone had caught wind that water had risen around the outskirts of camp - and that he should steer clear - but without a real mother to keep an eye on him, the bluish Tribe kitten had a knack for getting into mischief. He had no intention of keeping his distance from the floodwater, and had meandered over to the rising tide with a grin scrawled across his youthful maw.


    Dipping a forepaw into the shimmering surface, the tom-kit let out a giggle. This stuff was cold! Spotting a particularly tall rock breaking through the melted snow water, he decided he would make that his goal post of sorts. He continued to wander farther and farther out of sight, the water lapping up more and more of his stocky frame.




    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> 2 moons <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    Looking at them with his round orange eyes, they seemed so small! He wasn't the littlest cat in the Tribe anymore, and that was something he was rather happy about. It was a bit of a bummer they weren't yet sizable enough to play with, though.


    Stone kept his distance, watching curiously as he peered over the moss of his nest, ear flicking thoughtfully. He had been that small once, he supposed. He noticed one of the kittens wasn't wriggling around like the other bundles of fur; no mewling or flailing its paws.






    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> 2 moons <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    His first 'real mission' - well, in his mind anyway - had been assigned to him by the one and only Stoneteller; of course he was going to take it seriously! Honestly, he felt as if he'd already explored every tail-length of the kit-mothers' cave, but if the head of the Tribe insisted he give it another thorough sweep, the solid blue-gray kitten was not going to disappoint. After all, the Stoneteller had recently been bitten by a snake- he didn't want any other cats to suffer the same fate!


    Stubby tail stick straight in the air as if he were signaling an imaginary patrol to 'be careful', he practiced his best stealthy prowl into the gloomy depths of the cave and sniffed each and every pebble with purpose; burning amber irises glinting among the shadow. Optics flashing in the direction of a nearby rock formation jutting out of the damp earth, Stone's tail gave a slow flick. Something had cast a shadow upon the wall of the cavernous den- perhaps the aforementioned snake? Should he go get someone? No, this mission had been assigned to him!


    Cautiously lumbering forward with his belly nearly scraping the rocky floor, Stone peered around the monolith, eager to face his enemy. Huh? It looks like a bird feather. A big one! The realization came over him and he playfully pounced on its quill with his front paws.


    "You're mine!" He declared, as if the eagle's feather were some prisoner of war that he'd captured- and was now going to bring back to his nest.


    A trophy from his first mission, he beamed, letting the feather fall gently from his maw and float unto his nest. He then secured it using the tendrils of dried moss. You're not going anywhere. He mused. Would he take down his very own bird of prey someday?






    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> approx. 1 moon <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    Yet another layer of dusk swallowed up the rugged crag-laden territory of the Tribe; Stone tucked within his respective cave. Disdain grew within him for the aroma of milk surrounding his sleeping quarters- he was getting bigger and didn't need that stuff! Maybe tomorrow I'll roll around in some mud and prey, then they won't think I'm so kitten-ish! He decided, retracting the bridge of his nose with a wrinkled expression sprawled across his round gray face.


    In a burst of frustration toward his current state of affairs - being stuck in this musty den where he had to keep quiet after night fell because kit-mothers and their young needed sleep meanwhile he was a ball of endless energy - he pounced on a stray pebble with vigor.


    "Rahhhh!" He attempted to snarl in what came out as a mew. Glancing around at a few mollies that were flashing him a disapproving glare; a silent warning to hush, Stone flattened his ears and murmured an apology before whisper-growling at the tiny chunk of rock that must have broken off from some part of the cave. His fur then bristled upward as if stricken by a wave of static, his stubby tail wiggling with surprise. A droplet had drizzled down from overhead, landing squarely on Stone's forehead and trickling down to his dark gray nose. "T-the cave is raining!" He announced, his pupils engulfing the autumnal orange of his irises with astonishment.






    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> approx. 1 moon <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    What was happening? Stone curiously poked his slate-gray features out of the kit-filled den. He was probably too little to be there and once again the Bee guy would scold him and some cat would carry him by the loose skin on the back of his neck right back to the nesting area. His rust-orange eyes then took notice of Frog. If she was attending this 'important meeting' as it had been labeled, why couldn't he? She was only a little older- or so he thought, not yet grasping the whole passage of time concept.






    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> approx. 1 moon <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    This tribe stuff was all a little confusing for him; the different ranks and stuff. He did understand that most of the cats were sorted into two categories depending on the way their bodies were built. What would he end up doing, he wondered?


    Sunset-colored eyes glinting optimistically at Frog's suggestion, the young slate tom agreed with a nod and a grin. Even if there wasn't much fun to be had in the smelly old cave, Stone felt a little better after what the she-kit had said. He often felt like the odd one out as he lacked littermates of his own, though he could vaguely remember the warmth of other wriggling, milky-scented kits pressed cozily against himself before he had been able to peel his eyelids back and see the world. What had happened to his siblings?






    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> approx. 1 moon <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    "Can I do something too?" He inquired, meandering over. Frog had been given a task so maybe he would as well, though he was a few moons shy of her age and hadn't been given much freedom as of yet. Being escorted everywhere was no fun- his ears were getting tired of being filled to the brim with things like 'be careful' and 'stick close by'.






    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> approx. 1 moon <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    Sparring? That sounded fun, the round blue-gray tom-kit decided. To be honest he wasn't exactly sure what 'spar' meant or how to do it, but the friendly insults being tossed at one another suggested that it might not be unlike what he'd seen fellow kits in the kit-mothers' den doing. If that was the case it must be fun indeed! He had yet to try challenging another kitten- up until recently the mothers keeping watch over him had warned their own to be 'careful' around him. Pffft. That was silly. It wasn't like he would break or something; he was named after some of the strongest stuff under the sky... stone!


    "I'm gonna watch!" He announced, hoping that he hadn't missed any of the action take place. As much as he wanted to rush in headfirst like a boulder tumbling down the side of a mountain, he first needed to take some mental notes on how this 'sparring' stuff worked or he would likely just embarrass himself...






    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> approx. 1 moon <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>>


    It wasn't a kit-mother that had halted him in his stubby pawsteps this time, but instead- oh, what had they called him? Trying to keep track of so many cats' faces and names was hard work! All Stone was sure of was that this guy was pretty important; he'd better listen to him.


    "Okay..." He agreed hesitantly with a shuffle of his paws. He had yet to perfect the art of talking back, and even if that was in his prowess he realized it wasn't in his best interest to practice that skill on this cat. It wasn't fair, though! The mountains were so vast, if he didn't start exploring now how would he ever manage to see it all his his very own two amber eyes? "I don't wanna make anyone worried. I hope someone will take me on a walk soon." He mused aloud. The steep drop-offs and rigid faces of the mountainous territory had seemed scary to him at first, but now that he wasn't alone anymore he was more than anything intrigued about what lie in them waiting to be discovered.






    33at150.png

    [ STONE ] WORN AWAY BY TIDE

    <<>> solid blue british short hair mix with vivid orange eyes <<>> approx. 1 moon <<>> male <<>> trad. tribe of rushing water <<>> kit <<>> gen. 1 npc x npc <<>


    As thunder crashed over the mountainside, Stone gave a little frightened shake as if he were a twig shuddering under a sheet of falling water droplets. A little younger than the other kittens, his eyes round like pools of sap shifted to the older kits to figure out what he should do in this situation. They didn't seem intimidated by the stuff in the slightest- 'used to the rain' he overheard curiously with a flick of one of his slate gray ears.


    Patter, patter. The so-called rain echoed as it lightly battered the outer rock of the cave. Cautiously approaching the entrance tail-length by tail-length, he felt a dampness beneath his pads as his paws met the water-saturated floor. Pointing his round face to the sky, little Stone made the connection: water came from the sky! There was just one problem though- the pieces were too small to drink, and they seemingly disappeared upon coming into contact with the earth. How did one gather it?


    "How do we hunt the water?" He asked, looking rather perplexed.