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{Setting Stream Tribe}
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{Camp}
((A creek?))Light From the Sun padded into camp and set down the prey she had.
Storming Sunrise opened his eyes, blinking wearily as he awoke from his sleep. He was laying on the soft sand that blanketed the camp. His head was on his paws and the tip of his tail was flicking carelessly. Storms soft brown eyes looked towards the entrance, then scanned the rest of camp. Not many Tiger's were up yet, but with the new arrival of the sun warming up the chilly night air they would soon emerge from their dens or stand up and shake the dirt off of their pelt from the open area where they chose to sleep last night.
A faint sheen of dew was covering the grass that surrounded the camp, and the bushes inside as well. His pelt was also covered in a thin layer of dew, and now that he was awake he began to feel the faint morning chill and wetness across his back. It annoyed him, and so Storm sat up and shook his pelt out, sitting up and continuing to gaze across camp.
A faint sheen of dew was covering the grass that surrounded the camp, and the bushes inside as well. His pelt was also covered in a thin layer of dew, and now that he was awake he began to feel the faint morning chill and wetness across his back. It annoyed him, and so Storm sat up and shook his pelt out, sitting up and continuing to gaze across camp.
Leaf on Lake wandered from her den of bushes. She padded over to the creek and lapped some water.
Storm stood up, seeing that another one of his Tribe Mates was up and near the creek. He walked over, taking his time as he passed underneath the suns gaze, letting his fur warm up. He paused near the tiger that was taking a drink from the creek. He sat besides her. "Morning, Leaf."
Leaf nodded. "Storm."
Storm wasn't thirsty, but he felt like he needed to fill the empty conversation. So he bent down and lapped at the water, coming back up and flicking the drops that had accumulated across his chin fur off with a shake of his head. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.
Sitting back down on the warmed sand, Storm tilted his head, wondering what would have made it possible for her to not have had a good night's rest. He had watched as the stars had slowly passed across the night sky, dappling the dark blue surface with tiny flecks of white and occasional streaks. He had fallen asleep quickly, lulled into the dreaming world by the sound of crickets and the soft hum of his Tribe Mates steady breathing.
"Well, can you tell me a bit about what had made it such an unrest full night?" Storm asked in his low, reassuring voice. He didn't want to sound like he was being to nosy, so he spoke quietly and in an offhanded authoritative way.
"Well, can you tell me a bit about what had made it such an unrest full night?" Storm asked in his low, reassuring voice. He didn't want to sound like he was being to nosy, so he spoke quietly and in an offhanded authoritative way.
Leaf shrugged. "A dream." Her face darkened.
Storm's dreams had been filled with the memory of his first catch. The chase, the leap, and the best part, the catching. He wasn't raised as a Hunter, but he still loved to do it. It was in all tigers, whether they chose to become a Warrior or a Hunter, the instinct to hunt and care for their Tribe.
"What was your dream about?" Storm tilted his head to the side an inch to incline a worried fashion throughout his appearance.
"What was your dream about?" Storm tilted his head to the side an inch to incline a worried fashion throughout his appearance.
Leaf sighed. "I-i don't know. It is dark. There is screaming and water on the ground." Her green eyes widened as she looked across the river.
Storm, though Leaf's dream surprised him, stayed calm on the outside but a furry of questions was itching to come out on the inside. "Are you sure it was water? Could it have anything to do with the other Tribe, perhaps? Did you see anyone you knew, or who was screaming, or-" Storm caught himself from saying anymore, an embarrassed expression forming across his composure. "Forgive my rush of questions, Leaf," he apologized, dipping his head ever so slightly. He felt as if he was once again invading her personal space, and he did not like that trait in himself and would often try to get rid of it or cover it up with a sincere apology.
Leaf shook her head. "I'm not. I didn't. I don't think so."
Nodding his head slowly, Storm took to looking out across the small creek, watching as the water sluggishly moved by. "Well, if you get any more...information...on your dream, come and talk to me. It could be an important message or something akin to the likes of it," Storm straightened his posture, wondering what had made him slack in the straightness of his shoulders and the erect way he held his head. Storm did not like to slouch.
Leaf smiled. "Okay."
Nodding his head in closing to the conversation, Storm stood up, standing for a moment and looking at Leaf. Then he turned and headed back to the spot he had slept that night near the entrance to camp. The sun had hardly passed across the sky throughout his conversation with Leaf, and so when he arrived back to his sleeping area of that night it was still bathed in sunlight. The warm sun greeted Storm as he lay down, and he rested his head atop his front paws and tucked his back paws under himself, creating a comfortable position for his figure. Closing his eyes, a slight purr escaped from his throat. It was just low enough that no one else was able to detect it but himself.
((Morgan, I would appreciate if you added at least two more sentences to your posts. Thanks))
Ice Covered Lake had been awake for awhile, but had not acknowledged the presence of day. He had kept his eyes tightly shut, not wanting the sunlight to disrupt his peace and quite form the night. Ice always enjoyed sleeping in. The only times he would ever really get up earlier than the maximum amount of time that was available to stay in his sleeping spot for the night was when his brother, who was also the head of the Tribe, Storm would come and wake him. Teasing Ice about he was already growing old with the sleep he wanted.
Frosted Whisker shook her fur and spotted her brother, crouching and stalking up behind him. She walked slowly and let her belly fur brush against the ground silently. She bunched up her hind legs and got ready to pounce, concentrating on her target. She hoped squarely on her brother's shoulders and nipped his ears.
Growling playfully, Ice rolled onto his back, effectively knocking whoever had landed on him off. "You're acting like a cub," he teased his sister once he had seen who had attacked him. "An annoying one, to."
"An adult life can't always be all work no play." She growled playfully and pawed at his nose"I've always been annoying." She said sarcastically and cupped Ice' nose in her paws
"Yes, but not when you always play," he teased back, the hint of a smile forming across his face. "But it can be exciting once in awhile!" Ice pounced on top of his sister.
"Plus it's good to practice fighting even though we aren't training." Frosted Whisker purred and sprung Ice off by pressing her hind feet against his stomach and she rolled to her feet. She pawed at him and laughed
Skidding to a halt across the sandy surface of Camp, Ice Covered Lake stood up, shaking the dust out of his pelt and began to open his mouth when a voice across camp stopped him.
"Are you two going to act like Cubs or let the rest of the Tribe get some sleep?" Storming Sunrise growled at his sister and brother.
"Are you two going to act like Cubs or let the rest of the Tribe get some sleep?" Storming Sunrise growled at his sister and brother.
Frosted Whisker huffed"You always ruin my fun." She muttered in a hushed tone
"The Tribe should be up by now." She said a bit louder
"Howabout you tell that to all of those who are sleeping, see how they like being awakened by a noisy sister of mine," Storm huffed, flattening his ears to try and block out their noise.
"They don't need to sleep all day lazy bums." Frosted Whisker growled and pinned her ears as she found a shady place to lay down and mutter to herself. She couldn't understand her brother, so bossy.
Leaf got up and walked around
((Morgan, I would much appreciate it if you added at least two sentences to your posts. Maybe a little description about your characters thoughts they are having? A bit of interaction with the other Tribe Mates? Or a description of what the weather feels like to them would also be a good thing to do.))
Ice smirked, knowing that his brother was most likely keeping them at bay from having any fun because he was tired, not because the rest of the Tribe would be woken from their 'slumber'. Yes, what slumber they are in. With the sun shining a bit above their heads, no clouds to cover the growing heat. Well past time to awaken and begin to move around don't you think Storm? He thought to himself, flicking the tip of his tail back and forth impatiently.
Dove's Wing walked inside Camp with a freshly killed bird in her mouth. She walk as quietly as she could, not wanting to be seen by anyone else. But someone will see you. They always do. She sighed to herself and put the bird down with all the other prey and laid down by herself, trying to hide from the other cats, wanting to be alone. But she didn't want to be alone. I make no sence at all...I'm also depressing. Well, I think I'm depressing. Maybe to other cats I'm not, but to me I am.
A flicker of movement near the entrance to camp caught Storm's attention, and he moved his head lazily to the side to see who it was. Finding his sister, he didn't give her much attention, just kept on minding his own business. He new how Dove's Wing acted, and he didn't want to say he had been noticing.
Sitting down underneath a patch of shade specked with bits of sunlight, Ice Covered Lake surveyed the camp. He did not notice his sisters arrival right away, but after her scent reached across to the other side of camp he could tell that she was here. But where? "Dove?" he called to no particular place. He glanced over at Storm, who hadn't moved. Lazy, can't even acknowledge your own sister! He thought angrily.
Sitting down underneath a patch of shade specked with bits of sunlight, Ice Covered Lake surveyed the camp. He did not notice his sisters arrival right away, but after her scent reached across to the other side of camp he could tell that she was here. But where? "Dove?" he called to no particular place. He glanced over at Storm, who hadn't moved. Lazy, can't even acknowledge your own sister! He thought angrily.
"Eh? What's wrong?" Dove stood up and looked at Ice Covered Lake. "What'd I do wrong?" She asked worriedly. I know I did something wrong...I just know it. You always do something wrong! It's not my fault I wake up so early...it just happens. I can't stop myself.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing. I was just wondering were you were, that's all," Ice reassured his sister, finally spotting Doves Wing and looking at her as he spoke.
"Oh...ok..." Dove sighed, glad she wasn't going to be yelled at. No one had ever done that to her, but it had always been a fear for her. She didn't like the thought of gettig in trouble, so she had done her best to stay out of anything bad when she was a cub. To everyone she would be known as 'boring', but she likes to get in trouble when she knows that no could ever know what she did. It was a habbit, hunting after she woke up. She always thought she'd get into trouble for that, but no matter what she did, she couldn't stop herself. She shook her head to clear it and laid down on her back again.
After a few moments of silence, Ice continued to speak. "What did you catch? This morning, I mean," Ice asked. He was usually the one to strike up a conversation with someone, but most of the time he was good at starting it. But this time it didn't seem that way. It felt as if he was making the conversation drop even farther than it was when it had started.
Leaf sighed. It felt like no tiger ever spoke to her unless she was the only one around. She lay down in a sunny patch, the sun warming her fur.
Frosted Whisker rose to her paws and bounded over to Leaf, crouching and smiling up at her"Hey." She chirped, feeling a breeze ruffle her black and white fur.
The orange tiger smiled and chuffed. "Hello Frosted Whisker." So someone had noticed her!
♬||JanuaryJuly||♬ wrote: "After a few moments of silence, Ice continued to speak. "What did you catch? This morning, I mean," Ice asked. He was usually the one to strike up a conversation with someone, but most of the time ...""Eagle," Dove replied. "At least I think it was an eagle. I didn't really pay attention."
((I don't know if that's two sentences or, not...I don't have much creativity right now. I woudn't say i Writer's Block, but it is getting harder for me to find something for my characters to say.))
((All's fine, I just don't appreciate short and quick one liners. But you are just fine, I can't find much for mine to say either! XD ))
"An Eagle, huh? Well, why don't we go over and have a look," Ice grinned, rising onto his paws and began to walk across Camp over to where the kills made by the Tribe were stored. "Looks like an Eagle to me," he turned his head and smiled at his sister. "They are a bit hard to catch, I have to say. Great job though."
Narrowing his eyes as he heard his brother not to far from him now, Storm rose to his massive paws and growled. "Okay then, little brother. Wake me up, will you? Because that's what I asked for," he huffed, glaring at Ice.
Rolling his eyes and turning his head to look at his brother, Ice sighed. "Sorry, almighty Storm and great leader of thou Tribe!" he mocked, bending down on his front paws in a form of a quick bow. "It won't ever happen again, O great and mighty Sir."
"An Eagle, huh? Well, why don't we go over and have a look," Ice grinned, rising onto his paws and began to walk across Camp over to where the kills made by the Tribe were stored. "Looks like an Eagle to me," he turned his head and smiled at his sister. "They are a bit hard to catch, I have to say. Great job though."
Narrowing his eyes as he heard his brother not to far from him now, Storm rose to his massive paws and growled. "Okay then, little brother. Wake me up, will you? Because that's what I asked for," he huffed, glaring at Ice.
Rolling his eyes and turning his head to look at his brother, Ice sighed. "Sorry, almighty Storm and great leader of thou Tribe!" he mocked, bending down on his front paws in a form of a quick bow. "It won't ever happen again, O great and mighty Sir."
Frosted Wisker smiled at Leaf and nodded"How are you today?" She mewed as another cool breeze blew past
Leaf shrugged. "Good, tired, restless, whatever." She chuffed. "You?" She asked the female tiger.
Dove sighed as she watched her brothers and shook her head in disappointment. Ignore them, Dove. It's best to just block their voices out of your head and everything will be perfectly fine. Well, somewhat fine. I'd still like someone to pay attention to me. It's very boring when no one talks to you.
Frosted Whisker sighed"The leader, my brother gets on my nerves." She muttered and stared at Storm
"Anyway.." She murmured
Sticking his nose in the air, Storm chose to ignore the taunts thrown at him by Ice. "I don't believe in petty fighting," he muttered. "It's bad for the quality of behavior."
Leaf looked at the two. "Really? That's mousebrained, petty comments and fighting." She huffed. She looked back to Frosted Whisker. "Sorry, side tracked."
Frosted Whisker sighed"It's ok, just normal sibling relationships." She lifted her nose to graze it along the edge of a breeze
Storm, after taking a few moments to calm down, huffed and turned his head to look across the camp. He took a deep breath, and raised his voice so all could here. "I need a hunting party to go out," he said as his gaze was shifted from on Tribe mate to the next.
Most dens are thick clumps of bushes or grass that usually hold two to three nests. There are no main places for each separate rank in the Tribe. For example, the Leader does not sleep in a certain den, he/she can sleep in any place in the camp that they want. Same with all the other ranks except for the cubs. They must stay with their mothers in her den (quite obviously).
The camp is surrounded by thick grass and on the side opposite of the entrance it is also surrounded by trees. The Setting Stream Tribe also has a creek on the right side of camp. Dens are scattered throughout the camp. A shallow hole in the ground near the entrance to camp holds any small prey the tigers catch. After a hunting patrol goes out and catches one of the larger types of prey then it gets placed anywhere near the hole and the tigers are free to take some whenever.