Post by Jay on Oct 18, 2017 22:33:07 GMT
The leader of the new Tribe had been traveling day and night, resting in places where she could feel safe and sound with her fellow tribemates. Everything was changing... there was no longer a huge Tribe... Tall Pine was left alone with his own cats and finally, she and her ally, Rock, were capable to use their skills as leaders.
The large she-cat never expected in her wildest dreams to be leading a group of cats that trusted her and believed in her words. But now that that was a reality, she had to be worthy of her new position. She had now the responsibility to guide and protect the cats that decided to follow her. It was her duty as the new Leader.
The woods of the Growing Pines had been left behind days ago and now the new Tribe was walking over a territory covered with reeds, willow trees, and streams that were full of fishes enough to feed all the clans. Maybe, with some time, they would be able to teach themselves how to swim and fish so they could find the prey they needed. That was Rising Stream's hope.
After days of walking and living as nomads, the former kittypet finally found the perfect place that would be their home: an island surrounded by willow trees and streams. Turning her head back to the cats following her, she spoke to them with a strong voice full of hopes. "My fellow tribemates... here is where the new Tribe will create its camp, our new home. The streams and trees will protect us from the eyes and claws of the predators. Please, follow me. Every Sharpclaw takes care of the youngest ones while we cross this small river. Be careful and always follow my steps." After saying that, Rising Stream walked toward the river where it was less deep and swam to reach the other side. When she was a kit, she learned how to swim because of her mother and she tried to teach every Sharpclaw how to do it since their departure. The Leader kept her green eyes on every cat while they came one by one to the island with her safely. Sighing relieved, she looked at the sky covered with orange colors of the dusk, happy to be alive and to be here. Then, her eyes returned to her Tribe and she smiled, glad. "For now, we should rest until tomorrow. At dawn,
I'll divide the Sharpclaws into two groups. One will hunt in patrols during the day so we can gather prey to feed the Tribe and the other will help here to build the dens of the Dullclaws and the Smallpaws. Softpaws will help too. If you have any questions, please don't doubt on asking me or Muddy. Now, if you excuse me..." Rising Stream said goodbye to each of member of her new Tribe and then approached a Mossy Rock, examining it to see if it could work for something. Maybe here she could give her announcements, she thought, discovering a small and comfortable cave under the large rock.
The large she-cat never expected in her wildest dreams to be leading a group of cats that trusted her and believed in her words. But now that that was a reality, she had to be worthy of her new position. She had now the responsibility to guide and protect the cats that decided to follow her. It was her duty as the new Leader.
The woods of the Growing Pines had been left behind days ago and now the new Tribe was walking over a territory covered with reeds, willow trees, and streams that were full of fishes enough to feed all the clans. Maybe, with some time, they would be able to teach themselves how to swim and fish so they could find the prey they needed. That was Rising Stream's hope.
After days of walking and living as nomads, the former kittypet finally found the perfect place that would be their home: an island surrounded by willow trees and streams. Turning her head back to the cats following her, she spoke to them with a strong voice full of hopes. "My fellow tribemates... here is where the new Tribe will create its camp, our new home. The streams and trees will protect us from the eyes and claws of the predators. Please, follow me. Every Sharpclaw takes care of the youngest ones while we cross this small river. Be careful and always follow my steps." After saying that, Rising Stream walked toward the river where it was less deep and swam to reach the other side. When she was a kit, she learned how to swim because of her mother and she tried to teach every Sharpclaw how to do it since their departure. The Leader kept her green eyes on every cat while they came one by one to the island with her safely. Sighing relieved, she looked at the sky covered with orange colors of the dusk, happy to be alive and to be here. Then, her eyes returned to her Tribe and she smiled, glad. "For now, we should rest until tomorrow. At dawn,
I'll divide the Sharpclaws into two groups. One will hunt in patrols during the day so we can gather prey to feed the Tribe and the other will help here to build the dens of the Dullclaws and the Smallpaws. Softpaws will help too. If you have any questions, please don't doubt on asking me or Muddy. Now, if you excuse me..." Rising Stream said goodbye to each of member of her new Tribe and then approached a Mossy Rock, examining it to see if it could work for something. Maybe here she could give her announcements, she thought, discovering a small and comfortable cave under the large rock.