Post by 《∞♛𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖♛∞》™ on May 27, 2017 9:10:28 GMT -11
The Tribe of Gushing Geysers
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Current Stoneteller: OPEN
Size of Tribe: 0
You make your way from your talk from the clan territories, wary and exhausted from the journey, and slightly bitter that they didn't seem intent on gaining new members for their ranks. After sleeping for a night in the trees nearby, you finally reach the geyser you had seen from the lake, the huge hole brimming with steam and boiling water.
There is a nest at a seemingly impossible proximity to the hole of death, and the large water spout shoots up, hissing and spraying water everywhere, causing you to jump back. When you look worriedly at the nest next to the water, the cat there lifts her head, her hairless body lifting as well. The Spinx picks her way across her tribe's home to greet you, her hazy yellow eyes seeing nothing. You learn later that it is tradition for this tribe that all stonetellers are born blind, so that the only things they see are visions gifted to them by the Tribe of Endless Watching.
The shecat settles directly in front of you with a warm smile, inviting her tribemates to come closer to the two of you. Guards stiffly line up along her shoulders, and hunters prowl around curiously, but none of them seem threatening, just like they're calmly awaiting the orders of the cat who had seated herself in front of you.
She takes a deep breath, and her soft voice rings out in the air between you. You hear it clearly, though you feel as if the sounds of the geyser behind her should drown it out.
"Welcome to our tribe, _________. I've been waiting you since the first gush of the geyser when you left the lake 4 nights ago."
She says to you, making your mouth gap open and closed, like a landed fish. How did she know your name, let alone how long it took you to travel all the way here? You hadn't spoken a word, and yet she looked smug, like she had just stolen prey right from under your nose. Her tribemates chuckled, relaxing when they saw your face, and wandered off, satisfied that you were the one she had seen when the geyser gushed the first time.
"I am Stoneteller Moon. Welcome to the Tribe of Gushing Geysers. You have made quite the journey to come here, but I'm glad you did. You will join a group of cats, much alike ours, but I cannot say for sure that our home is the right choice, the Tribe of Endless Watching has not divulged that information unto me. So, I will explain my tribe to you, and hope that you decide to stick here, and stay with us."
The Spinx Stoneteller stands, and beckons you with her hairless tail. She had a certain beauty and grace to her movements, and you follow, as if in a trance. Moon leads you to her den, the small hollow next to the geyser that you had spotted earlier. Upon closer inspection, you could see a small hole in the ground that was just big enough for a single cat, with a slightly bigger cave at the end of it, probably where Moon escaped when the weather got bad for shelter.
The stoneteller sank into her nest again, and guided you to where she wished for you to sit with her paw.
"The Tribe of Gushing Geysers is the second oldest tribe in the tribelands. While not as old as the deceased Tribe of Swooping Birds, we have our own history. We have been here for generations, depending on our ancestors to deliver us good conditions for living and hunting, to keep us alive. However, the requirement we have been given to maintain this peace, and be able to foresee what will happen with our alliance to the other three tribes, is that all of our Stonetellers must be born blind, as I was, and Rose, and Finch before her, and so on. We must not taint our sight with the physical world's appearance, and only must see what the Tribe of Endless Watching wishes us to. It is hard, the next Stoneteller is chosen on the 50th moon of the current, or the next time we have blindness born into a litter once the 50th moon of the current has passed, and the kit is groomed to be leader from birth. We are guided by our parents, taught the entire makeup of the camp, but never aloud to leave, for fear that a prey-bird or other threat will get us, as we are weaker than those who can see, by far. Once the kit that's been groomed is Stoneteller, they become the final say in anything, and that is when they can leave camp, hunt, do what they wish, as long as it isn't life threatening. To others, this is cruel to our babes, but we have been chosen to protect the alliance's delicate balance with the survival of our tribe, and we know we must. For all our other tribemates, it is just normalcy, and nothing other than the blindness is really different from other groups."
She paused, and you felt her blind gaze rake across your form silently. For a moment, it even felt as if she could see you, and you stiffened, shifting warily, making her chuckle.
"I sense you are very strong in your own right, _________. I hope you decide to join us, but I mostly hope you find your home with whomever you choose to become the groupmate of. I do wish you well in your choice, it is a hard one, and I do not envy you for the decision. I will leave you to your thoughts, I have business to discuss with Stone and Rook. Please come find me if you decide to join us, or go to whomever you have chosen to grace your loyalty to. Be seeing you, comrade."
With those final words, the shecat pushed herself to her paws and left the small hollow, leaving you to watch her tribe interact with one another. You saw kits playing with one another as the Spinx leader approached a burly tabby tom and a steel grey shecat, and noticed that there were no specific colorations, in fact, every cat seemed to have a unique color, and you could almost pick out siblings since every family seemed to be different. You also spotted a small, fluffy white kit being guided by his mother over to Moon, who greeted both warmly and licked the kit's head. That helped you realize just how old and tired Moon looked, and you knew she was well past 50 moons old.
___________________________________________________
Current Stoneteller: OPEN
Size of Tribe: 0
You make your way from your talk from the clan territories, wary and exhausted from the journey, and slightly bitter that they didn't seem intent on gaining new members for their ranks. After sleeping for a night in the trees nearby, you finally reach the geyser you had seen from the lake, the huge hole brimming with steam and boiling water.
There is a nest at a seemingly impossible proximity to the hole of death, and the large water spout shoots up, hissing and spraying water everywhere, causing you to jump back. When you look worriedly at the nest next to the water, the cat there lifts her head, her hairless body lifting as well. The Spinx picks her way across her tribe's home to greet you, her hazy yellow eyes seeing nothing. You learn later that it is tradition for this tribe that all stonetellers are born blind, so that the only things they see are visions gifted to them by the Tribe of Endless Watching.
The shecat settles directly in front of you with a warm smile, inviting her tribemates to come closer to the two of you. Guards stiffly line up along her shoulders, and hunters prowl around curiously, but none of them seem threatening, just like they're calmly awaiting the orders of the cat who had seated herself in front of you.
She takes a deep breath, and her soft voice rings out in the air between you. You hear it clearly, though you feel as if the sounds of the geyser behind her should drown it out.
"Welcome to our tribe, _________. I've been waiting you since the first gush of the geyser when you left the lake 4 nights ago."
She says to you, making your mouth gap open and closed, like a landed fish. How did she know your name, let alone how long it took you to travel all the way here? You hadn't spoken a word, and yet she looked smug, like she had just stolen prey right from under your nose. Her tribemates chuckled, relaxing when they saw your face, and wandered off, satisfied that you were the one she had seen when the geyser gushed the first time.
"I am Stoneteller Moon. Welcome to the Tribe of Gushing Geysers. You have made quite the journey to come here, but I'm glad you did. You will join a group of cats, much alike ours, but I cannot say for sure that our home is the right choice, the Tribe of Endless Watching has not divulged that information unto me. So, I will explain my tribe to you, and hope that you decide to stick here, and stay with us."
The Spinx Stoneteller stands, and beckons you with her hairless tail. She had a certain beauty and grace to her movements, and you follow, as if in a trance. Moon leads you to her den, the small hollow next to the geyser that you had spotted earlier. Upon closer inspection, you could see a small hole in the ground that was just big enough for a single cat, with a slightly bigger cave at the end of it, probably where Moon escaped when the weather got bad for shelter.
The stoneteller sank into her nest again, and guided you to where she wished for you to sit with her paw.
"The Tribe of Gushing Geysers is the second oldest tribe in the tribelands. While not as old as the deceased Tribe of Swooping Birds, we have our own history. We have been here for generations, depending on our ancestors to deliver us good conditions for living and hunting, to keep us alive. However, the requirement we have been given to maintain this peace, and be able to foresee what will happen with our alliance to the other three tribes, is that all of our Stonetellers must be born blind, as I was, and Rose, and Finch before her, and so on. We must not taint our sight with the physical world's appearance, and only must see what the Tribe of Endless Watching wishes us to. It is hard, the next Stoneteller is chosen on the 50th moon of the current, or the next time we have blindness born into a litter once the 50th moon of the current has passed, and the kit is groomed to be leader from birth. We are guided by our parents, taught the entire makeup of the camp, but never aloud to leave, for fear that a prey-bird or other threat will get us, as we are weaker than those who can see, by far. Once the kit that's been groomed is Stoneteller, they become the final say in anything, and that is when they can leave camp, hunt, do what they wish, as long as it isn't life threatening. To others, this is cruel to our babes, but we have been chosen to protect the alliance's delicate balance with the survival of our tribe, and we know we must. For all our other tribemates, it is just normalcy, and nothing other than the blindness is really different from other groups."
She paused, and you felt her blind gaze rake across your form silently. For a moment, it even felt as if she could see you, and you stiffened, shifting warily, making her chuckle.
"I sense you are very strong in your own right, _________. I hope you decide to join us, but I mostly hope you find your home with whomever you choose to become the groupmate of. I do wish you well in your choice, it is a hard one, and I do not envy you for the decision. I will leave you to your thoughts, I have business to discuss with Stone and Rook. Please come find me if you decide to join us, or go to whomever you have chosen to grace your loyalty to. Be seeing you, comrade."
With those final words, the shecat pushed herself to her paws and left the small hollow, leaving you to watch her tribe interact with one another. You saw kits playing with one another as the Spinx leader approached a burly tabby tom and a steel grey shecat, and noticed that there were no specific colorations, in fact, every cat seemed to have a unique color, and you could almost pick out siblings since every family seemed to be different. You also spotted a small, fluffy white kit being guided by his mother over to Moon, who greeted both warmly and licked the kit's head. That helped you realize just how old and tired Moon looked, and you knew she was well past 50 moons old.
