#leaf tribe

[tribesoflandandsky]

Spark Dancing From Lightning Flash

Player:  @notyourfathersocblog

Name: Spark Dancing From Lightning Flash

Nickname: Spark Flash, Spark

Gender: Male; Can Sire Kits

Age: 57 moons

Tribe: Leaf Tribe

Sexuality: Demiromantic, Asexual

Rank: Chief

Description: A cream and white tabby tom with a strong build, long frame and baby blue eyes.

Personality:

Spark Flash believes the key to success is following your own instinct. He likes the idea of letting younger cats trust their own decision making and learn from their own mistakes. A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in fish scales and bird feathers. 

Spark Flash is a happy-go-lucky cat with a laid-back and genuine attitude. He’s seen as mischievous, friend, sly, and sometimes even naive. He’s very good at creating pranks and playing with his tribekin. He is a very touchy cat, often feeling touch starved and leaning and pressing against his tribemates. Sometimes he appears lonely, not wanting to talk about it but can come off as annoying with how clingy he can get during ‘bad moments’.

[lunarsocsblog]

Watch Closely

@tribesoflandandsky

Dusk Wings slipped down the log and quietly trekked through the territory. They walked until they got to the lake and promptly sat down. They were tired. And hungry.

But they had made it! They were going to be a fully fledged Leaf Tribe Rusher now! Just like their sibling. They had lasted the leaf-bare and were going to get even stronger now. Dusk Wings would help provide for the clan, and be one of the best that the Tribes had ever seen!

...They didn’t really believe that, but they latched onto that thought and used it to motivate them. A impossible goal.

Dusk Wings didn’t care.

The fluffy cat squinted out at the water a bit. It was getting all shimmery and different colors. Dusk Wings jumped to their paws and ran for the nearest tree, climbing up high to get a better look at the water.

There! A hawk was circling the water. The Gazer- soon to be Rusher- watched from the tree as the hawk dove back down to the water and snatched at the fish below the surface. The sky and water darkened rather rapidly, and Dusk Wings was soon blinking as the fading light hit the water just right.

Attention grabbed, Dusk Wings leaned forward to watch wide-eyed as the sinking sun was reflected on the water, bathing the area in a warm golden glow. They leaned a bit too far and scambled as they nearly fell, digging claws into the soft bark.

The hawk’s attention was driven away from the fish and towards the fluttering leaves, and that was when Dusk Wings decided it was time to go.

Jumping down from branch to branch, the bicolor passed the line of light and shivered slightly. Once they reached the ground, they came face to face with Robin Sky. They gave her a toothy grin and the two headed back together.

~~~

Dusk Wings sat proudly among their tribemates, pleased with their name.

Dusk that Settles on Wings. Had a nice ring to it.

[afterdarkcats]

Robin Sky, do you really want to eb the Runner?!

Robin Sky: “Eva get that feelin’ of deja vu? Haha! I’m just yankin’ yer tail. Jus’ feels like somethin’ I’d be really good at you know? Call me a victim of ambition!”

[tribesoflandandsky]

Flower Blooming in Storm’s Rain

Player:  @geminicrickety

Name: Flower Blooming in Storms Rain

Nickname: Storm Flower, Storm

Gender: Male; Can Sire Kits

Age: 24 moons

Tribe: Mountain Tribe

Sexuality: Uncertain

Rank: Talon Guard

Description: A slender longhaired blue ticked tuxedo tabby with green eyes

Personality:   He’s a sweet, shy, bashful cat. He’s very humble and hates boasting, but his shyness means he won’t call others out on it even if it makes him uncomfortable. He’s a bit naïve and a follower still, not really sure where he’s going or what he wants to do. He’s restless and wants adventure, but is a bit solitary even though he loves company. He quickly gets awkward and fumbling in social situations which embarrasses him so he doesn’t talk much and daydreams a lot. He dreams of being a hero even though he’s not very brave. He’s quiet and gentle and very curious. He loves to explore.

[tribesoflandandsky]

Rabbit Running Through Fire

Player: @catterpaint

Name: Rabbit Running Through Fire

Nickname: Rabbit Fire, Rabbit

Gender: Female; Can Bear Kits

Age: 19 moons

Tribe: Mountain Tribe

Sexuality: Heterosexal

Rank: Prey-Runner

Description:  

She is a long-furred, cinnamon tuxedo mackerel tabby with amber eyes. .

Personality:

Serious and observant, she pays close attention to things and is quick to focus on tasks and take responsibility when given a job or trust. Though she’s not one to pick a fight herself usually, she can be quite passive aggressive and seem mocking and bitter– especially if she dislikes someone. However, she’s not one to quarrel or want to fight, so generally any poor relations will begin on the other side. Somewhat of a badass, she has a lot of grit and guts and is not at all afraid to stand up to others, get dirty, or risk pain and injury accomplishing something. Quite fierce when provoked, she will unleash an (appropriate to her size) curb-stomping, complete with screaming and cursing. Snarky, bold, and confident, she has no qualms about rubbing shoulders with bigger and stronger cats, and always enjoys being part of the team. However, if she feels slighted or unwelcome, she will absolutely go it alone without hesitation. She doesn’t need validation to be happy, but if she’s ignored or her accomplishments are marginalized or mocked, she’ll react with sharp anger and irritation. She can be snappy when in one of her “moods”, but overall is a good-natured friend with an intense devotion to loyalty and duty and little tolerance for those who shirk or would neglect the rules or best interests of the whole for their own personal goals and gain.

[tribesoflandandsky]

Merry Christmas ADP!!  🎁

To: @afterdarkpark 

From: @princesspandapie

[tribesoflandandsky]

Secret Santa Gift: Snake Tail Mood  🎁

To: @writeranonworld

From: @notyourfathersocblog

Note: I can’t draw but I hope you like your gift!

Bonus:

[tribesoflandandsky]

A Lesson, A Name

“Alright Mouse,” The torbie point was watching Rat Gaze intently, knowing that her littermates and many Rushers were already in the forest. “I want you to be safe, and star smart. When you’re ready, find someone, and return back here at the camp entrance.”

She had nodded, watching him dash off into the woods himself so he could probably peek on her littermates. Smirking to herself, she decided not to worry - she wouldn’t need to be checked on! The point wondered about, deciding as she padded along if anything stuck out to her. It was all nice of course but nothing seemed…. great. She wanted something that was bold and cool! Something even Dusk Wings would be jealous of!

She started to wonder blindly, closing her eyes and wondering if she could hear the spirits help guide her. There were so many sounds, how did anyone know what was a spirit?!

Then she smelled and something interrupted her thinking. It was Prey! It was faint, but she attempted to follow and spotted a brown gutted mouse hanging around the roots of a tree.

Oh! What if she brought actual prey back?! She’s probably earn the greatest name in all of Leaf Tribe! This had to be for her!

Mouse lowered her body, following her instincts and trusting the spirits to guide her. Eyes would flicker between her own paws, and the mouse; wanting to be careful with every step. When she finally believed she was close enough, she pounced with outstretched claws.

There was a squeal but it was cut off as she landed on the Prey, grinning widely and staring in awe at the small brown furred creature. She let out a cry and leaned closer to get a taste of her first caught Prey - only to jump back with a squeal as it wiggles.

She had only stunned it!

Mouse let out a distressed cry as she shook her head - the piece of living prey having latched its teeth into her ear. Finally the small terror was thrown off and she quickly bit into it, not caring it wasn’t clean or proper.

She searched the forest until she found Snake Tail, grinning up at the molly.