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Welcome to the Matope June flowers event!
The theme of this event is an in-character celebration of the flowers of the spring and summer, with a heavy Tribe influence!

If you're unfamiliar with the shop, click the image above to head over to the main thread and read up about the world of Matope and the Kimeti that inhabit it, as well as the rest of our shop's rules. It is especially important that you read up on the naming conventions for the world, as they are very specific, and if you do not know the rules then you might be excluded or disqualified from certain events.

This event will begin June 1st and end June 30nd.


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NOTE: All contests and events end at 10pm EST unless otherwise noted.


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  1. introduction/information
      you are here.

  2. the wild harvest
      flower collecting and cultivation ORP.

  3. wildflower hippies
      a tribe concept contest that lasts the whole month.

  4. pansies flaffle
      a basic flaffle for some pansy-themed kin and pets.

  5. poppies and opiates
      surreal naming dream contest.

  6. breeding mixer
      free-for-all random breeding mixer.

  7. links
      link banners for signatures.

  8. upcoming events
      a list of future events.

  9. finished events
      finished contests.

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The core of our event is an in character plant and flower festival, where kin from all over the swamp, plains, mountains, or even the caves can bring the fabulous sprouts that they have either found or cultivated themselves to show off, sell, or even enter into some competitions!

In addition, over the years, tribes have chosen to stake out claims on chunks of the festival grounds for their own purposes -- whether it be looking for certain kinds of plants, selling wares that they've created, or merely recruiting new members who might have showed up for their festivities, it's all welcomed to help the event thrive and grow.

        It's a wide clearing almost into kiokote territory, of a similar sort to where the Games were once held. Here the ground is still a little cool, damp, moist underfoot, good for sore ankles and feet...

        Also good for the growing things that kin have brought with them, which might need to be tended to, or kept cool, or might need water: this is the flower festival, a celebration of the height of growing season.

        It started as a ridiculous little competition between two kin: who could grow the biggest, lushest flowers, who could show off a flower whose smell was intoxicating, or whose petals were so bright they could attract the eye of a doe from five hundred paces. In time, the flower fervor expanded: in time, the two kin found friends, and others, and eventually whole tribes were included in showing off their wares and flowers.

        The clearing at this moment is still wreathed in morning mist which settles low against the ground, beading the grass with dew. The voices of excited kin echo strangely. But the day promises to be a sunny one, and the sun will eventually burn off the mist, revealing tribes standing at large logs -- place-markers -- showing off their wares and chatting with their neighbors....


How you can participate:

Any kin is welcome to come and show the strange plants and oddities that they've found, or to browse what's been laid out by strangers. Since the festival is so large, it grows into a social occasion, so your kin could also just be there to meet up with others and converse!

If you're a tribe owner, and you're interested in hosting a 'booth' of sorts at the festival, we ask that you write up an opener for your own thread and PM it to and be blue to get approval to start your thread. This will help keep the clutter and the noise limited, and split into other threads, and will make it easier for you to further your tribe's goals, whatever it might be. Also, it'll allow people to participate in more than one thread with less confusion!

As always, participation in this ORP will count as an RP toward your Legendary requirements, and since there are several threads involved in this event, it'll allow for multiple opportunities, each one counting as its own RP!

At the end of the event, the 30th of June, we will award the above wasps and moths out to people who have been active RPers.

Main RP:
The Main June Flower ORP

Tribe RPs:
The Vale Flower Festival Gathering
      The Vale is at the festival looking for plagued, underdeveloped, overdeveloped, or otherwise wrong plants.
      They might also do some recruiting while there.

The Royal Rainbow Troupe - Flower Festival Gathering
      As always, the RRT is both performing amazing stunts and recruiting new members!

Rise & Shine - Flower Festival Gathering
      For good food -- either to buy or sell it -- stop by Rise & Shine. As always, they'll also be recruiting!!
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For the length of this event, we're turning our focus tribeward, offering up the above five kins to someone who can come up with a new tribe!

To participate, up to five people can work together to create a concept for a brand new tribe, using the above five kin as your founding members. This tribe should have a distinctive Mission Statement, and this will be the core of your entry, defining what ties them together, and what they do. They do not actually have to be hippies and, in fact, your creativity is encouraged in regards to this new tribe's meaning and purpose!

If fewer than 5 people are involved in the creation of your tribe, after winning you can give out the extra kin to anyone you'd like, but they must go to five different users.

There is no limit on how many times you can enter, so long as entries are well thought out and of a decent length. Post your entries to this thread using the following code. This contest will end on June 30th at 10pm EST.

Code:

      [align=center][color=green][b][size=20]*** WILDFLOWER HIPPIES ***[/size][/b][/color][/align]

      [b]Usernames:[/b] The names of all people involved in creating this concept, whether it be one person or any other up to five.
      [b]Mission Statement:[/b] What is the core concept and meaning of your tribe, and what ties the users together? This should be roughly a paragraph long, but can be longer if you'd like.
      [b]Other Info:[/b] any other details you'd like to add about the tribe, where they might live, what kind of activities they do, or other details that will flesh them out for us.


Entries:

SerinaNight entry
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Usernames: SerinaNight
Mission Statement: These five kin have gathered together through what may seem chance, but they deem the will of the Swamp. They believe all life connected to Mother Swamp, and thus it should return. Their tribe exists to honor the dead and their lives, as well as return them to the swamps embrace. They will have everything from quiet story telling to lavish celebrations or a simple farewell. These kin view each creature and plant in the swamp as equal, and hold each in the same reverence no matter how small or large. However, this tribe is not only about death, but about life. They honor life and growth just as much as the eventual decay and death. For them, death that brings life is one of the most beautiful things the swamp has to offer and it is not uncommon for them to simply watch such an event. Be that event a camain eating a mongoose, or a mongoose eating a berry. Even going so far as to watch fallen trees that have grown many plants through their corpses. Just like they will carry corpses miles across the swamp, they have been known to do the same for live plants and creatures. Transplanting things that have fallen or grown into a unsuitable spot is another important task they do. Sometimes, the entire tribe can be seen righting fallen but still live trees to allow them to continue their growth, or transplanting entire fields which have sunken into the swamp and are slowly drowning in the now excess water.
Other Info: They are called Sunk into the Swamp, in the sense that "we are Sunk into the Swamp" just like all the other creatures, plants, life and even death in Matope. The tribe has taken residence in a large and dangerously deep swamp area to the south, closer to the sea. The swamp is so deep in this area that even the tallest of kin would nearly drown attempting to reach it's center and need the strength to swim through the muck as the ground falls beneath them to attempt such a task. This is their burial ground, where they take those who's family and friends have not requested a specific place of embrace and bring them into the swamp. They wade up to their heads into the muck, carrying the dead with them and laying them into the swamp. They wait until the kin, creature, or even plant has sunk into the swamp and then submerge their own heads before pulling up and returning to shore. While they travel in groups or alone depending on preference, they generally try and leave one kin at the burial ground to ensure someone is there waiting, should anyone need them. It is not uncommon for one or more of the tribe members to return practically covered in all types of creatures and plants, their own fur nearly invisible in all the corpses. Other then burial in the swamps thick waters, they consider life that springs from death an equal grave, and will leave plants or animals that have become home for another such life alone. These five kin have woven flowers into their fur and hair, as a tribute to their work and the Mother Swamp's beauty and hard work. It is a way for them to show their work in both life and death, and while it is not required for any who wises to join them, some sort of sign if often appreciated as it shows dedication and love for what they do. They hold reverence, love and many other emotions for what they do though how each kin personally views the compulsion and want varies.

They have arrived at the Flower Festival to celebrate life, and the beginning of growth as well as the death and decay that took place during winter. Seeing all the plants, so loved and cared for, as well as the kin who's love floats through the air is a wonderful celebration of what they have come together for and they are glad to have been brought here in their work.


Strawberri Stardust entry
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Usernames: Strawberri Stardust, Rinial Sisterdragon, lysia_nyteblade
Mission Statement: Our purpose is to give those of the kin who may not fit with their tribes a place to go, a kind welcoming warm place, where love, and happiness flourish without all the need of fighting and grinding away at yourselves to be what your species believes you to be. We are lovers, poets, dreamers, singers, music pluckers. Words and Happiness are our rules. Communication of your feelings, acceptance of your heart, and who you really are. We love all kin, no matter how dark they may be, because in the end we all are part of a balance in the swamps we call home.
Other Info:
  1. Tribe Name: Lotus Eaters
  2. Origin: Plant Face (totoma) was chased out of his old tribe for being too...sweet...and not really wanting to go hunting, nor being too smart. He ran into Daisy (kimeti doe), Who had grown up with Sunny (kimeti buck), a very timid male. They met the would be twins who are actually sorta cousins Rose Lamb (acha doe) and Buck Lilac (acha buck) who due to some strange circumstance were raised as siblings so the fact that they fell for each other is seen as taboo.
  3. Joining Ceremony: Prospective members would first have to venture to the slippery slope just outside of the "Garden Wilds" which is the home meadow the tribe has claimed as theirs. Then they have to bring a lotus back, all petals intact before the five original tribe members then, recite a self made poem of love or of unity or of loyalty to the tribe, then carefully eat the Lotus whole.
  4. Life Mating Ceremony: While the tribe's general view is "free love" and they're a very affectionate group, not all members are promiscuous and they believe if you find the real other half of your soul, they're more than willing to give a life mating ceremony. To attain this the pair must find a double headed lotus. The affection from the rest of the group doesn't die down even if there is a mated pair as there is respect for the mateship, and no one tends to be jealous of what another has, or at least that is the goal.
  5. How the Life Mating ceremony began: Plant Face (totoma) developed a thing for Daisy (kimeti doe), but since he's short and kinda...stocky he's assumed he has no chance, especially not with Sunny (kimeti buck) being her childhood friend. After they formed the tribe, Plant Face decided that he was going to get his heart break over with finally, and went out to find something truly unique to give to Daisy as an offering. He found a double Lotus (Two blooms from one stem). Some how he got injured (nothing super terrible) and made it back a few days later than he'd originally planned so the lotus blooms were rather bedraggled and almost dead.
    But he still offered them up, to her along with his heart, and braced for impact. To his suprise, she was much more concerned over where he'd gone and what had happened, and of course she'd be his lifemate, why hadn't he just asked sooner the twit.
  6. Coming of Age Ceremony: Each child is given a lotus seed at birth. When they reach adulthood, if they choose to stay within the tribe, they must plant the seed on the slippery slope outside the Garden. If a child chooses to leave the tribe's territory and not join, they will be free to join another tribe if they feel it suits them better or they may also come back at a later date to join the tribe they were born into. For children who leave and return, if they've retained their lotus seed they may join through the coming of age ceremony. If they have lost the seed, they must perform the joining ceremony instead.
  7. Roles in the Tribe
    • Tribe Leaders: Plant Face (totoma) & Daisy (kimeti doe) are considered the founders of the tribe thus, they are the leaders. However, they are very interested in the views of their tribe members, so the rank is mostly just a title.
    • Dream Giver: A shaman type role, tribe members come to the Dream Giver when they want to go on a dream quest to figure something out, or perhaps to find a path in life. Kin in this role also receive visions, etc to guide the tribe as a whole.
    • Healers: Fairly self-explanatory, these kin find uses for the plants that grow in and around their Garden Wilds that can heal injuries, whether they be physical, mental, or spiritual.
    • Hunter/Gatherers: Mostly gathering as the majority of the tribe are herbivores. They do not, however, look down upon those members who prefer to remain omnivores.
    • Recruiters: Not quite as active as it sounds, a recruiter is a member of the tribe who prefers to wander the swamp instead of keeping to their Garden. Recruiters take the mission statement of the tribe to others and help them find the Garden if they want to join the tribe.
    • Artisans: Kin who create items and art. These items may be fore the tribe's use or they may be used to barter with other tribes or tribeless kin.
    • Children: Generally, children who are born to tribe members are honorary tribe members until they reach adulthood at which time they can either go through the coming of age ceremony or strike out on their own. This applies whether the clutch is from two tribe members or a tribe member and a non-member.


Jynk entry
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Usernames: Jynk, kaliskanny, Redbud-Tree, Annora Lyrisa

Mission Statement: This tribe came together through the common interest and knowledge of herbalism. They feel a strong bond to the earth and the plants and want to be able to care for and heal other kin with their expertise in cultivating plants and creating cures with the plants. They would welcome other kin to their tribe and teach them which plants are helpful and how they are helpful so that the new members may assist other kin as well. They also find they can feel a need in cultivating plants with their knowledge of horticulture as well to give an ample surplus of food for not only their tribe, but other tribes that might not be as prosperous. They are firm believers in peace and will try to be diplomatic with other tribes, inviting them to share meals, figuring if one is eating, they are not fighting.

Other Info:
Tribe Name: From The Earth
(This is a fitting name for a tribe that bases their whole beliefs and lives around the study and cultivation of plants.)

Location: They are wanderers to a degree, always searching for new plants and seeds, but the majority of their territory lies in the plains and forests and the edges of the swamps. Some stay in a centrally located, stationary area where they are able to tend to gardens and cultivate plants.

Beliefs: They very much believe in the earth and plants and the life they provide to the tribe and all creatures. While they do not necessarily pray to the earth and plants, they retain a healthy respect for them. They believe that a child born in the tribe belongs to the whole tribe and all members will help the new parents in raising their young and caring for them.

Naming Dreams:
Most, but not all, members of the tribe that are born to it seem to hear the call of the plants and trees around them, finding their names in the dreams and visions given to them by the surrounding flora.

Ceremonies: They have a small welcoming ceremony for new members, either those that are born or those that are adopted to the tribe. They also have a ceremony for any that wish to become lifemates. When the weather begins to cool, they have a harvest ceremony, and then another ceremony to celebrate the return of the plants when spring begins.

Why are they at the event? They have come to this festival, drawn by the plants and the connotations of the event. They are eager to learn of new plants that might be in the area and also enjoy the flowers and plants of the festival. They hope to perhaps share or pass on knowledge of their herbalism and horticulture techniques as well as their expertise in creating cures from plants to help other tribes or individual kin.

Additional Info:
The fifth founding member of the tribe will be given away in a naming contest for newbies having 3 or less kin.


Kiwi Squirt Bottle entry
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Usernames: LOLLI qAq and Kiwi Squirt Bottle
Mission Statement: To provide relief to all in need; for the soul and body.

Other Info: They call themselves Balm of Tranquility.

Someone wise once mentioned they'd traveled for a long time, across much distance, and had never met any kin who wasn't important. The founding members of BoT took that information and vowed to make something of it.

Tribe members are generally imbued with the belief of being good and doing good by others. Bad things happen to good kin, but that doesn't make them bad kin. Members are trained to some degree in all homeopathic healing arts; mental and physical. For the kin who've been told they're nothing and useless. For those who've seen untold horrors and need reaffirmation in the goodness of life. For those with minor aches and ailements, Balm of Tranquility will be there to soothe and provide compassion. If a particular illness or injury is too much for the tribe to handle they will find someone more capable.

Balm of Tranquility have settled down just north of the central Gathering Mound, the majority of the tribe stays within tribe boundaries in order to always be available. There are groups among them, however, that constantly travel; only stopping back for supplies and to share new techniques they may have learned while making "home calls".

Through their all-inclusive mindset; Balm of Tranquility has specialty techniques and knowledge from all parts of the Swamp and beyond:

- Acha brought them hot stone massage and peyote. As well as a more gentle, and loving approach to healing.

- Totoma brought with them an understanding of how the body has it's own natural ways to heal itself, and how to help the body heal itself in ways only a Totoma could. (aka reflexology and deep tissue work)

- Kimeti generally have a more vast understanding of herbology and well rounded technique.

- Kiokote, through their strong sense of Group and physical prowess have been found to be the best as physical rehabilitation.

- Finally, Zikwa, with their age and hightened sense of hearing have been found to be the top listeners, reading between the lines and hearing the things that go unsaid.

New additions to the tribe are expected to make at least one journey away from the tribe, and may be partnered with another, before they can settle down at the main location. Payment is never expected, but offers of food, knowledge, or other necessities are rarely turned down. Not everyone spends all their time working though. Members do sometimes spend their down time "experimenting" with new techniques or engaged in whatever leisure activities suit their pleasure.


NinebB0nesfr33d entry
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Usernames: NinebB0nesFr33d
Mission Statement: Delivering health to those who don't have it and preserving what life others already have.
Other Info: We're called the Morning Glories, but be rest assured that we work throughout the day. The land gives us resources should we know how to utilize them. It is our work to find out how to use all the world's resources for the selfless benefit of others. We have taken an oath to never benefit from the work we supply to others. The joy and satisfaction is reward enough when their illnesses fade into vigorous health.

We are strict with each other. Strict towards our leaders and we raise our youth to be hard working and motivated. We teach compassion above all else and set out to change the world with one remedy after another.

We have tiers within our community.

-We have those with the charisma to set out and work directly with our patients.
-We have our mixers who mash together already known ingredients to form our medicines.
-We have our thinkers who creatively blend new and old ingredients together to form new forms of health supplements.
-We have our gathers who are mainly made of our youth and our most aged elders.


We have a lot on our shoulders and our efficient working skills and our undying compassion keeps our tribe running without a hitch. We come to the festival in hopes to deliver our message of love and healing. Perhaps to find other talents to join our ranks and bring new perspective to our tribe.


purplerosesbeauty entry
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Usernames: Purplerosesbeauty
Mission Statement: How do kin keep their hair so nice? Well this group of friends is fiercely dedicated to the art of hair, and they strive to perfect all sciences involved with proper grooming, styling and decorating, and have made it their mission in life to teach and spread their knowledge about hair, forming a kind of kin beauty school amongst themselves. A general attitude of being kind and helping others is important to the founding members of this tribe, and as such, they require no payment for their services, they just like to see kin with beautiful luscious locks.
Other Info:
Tribe Name: Flowerlock Friends
Roles and ranks: There are a handful of roles within the tribe, and a kin's role depends on what they do. The ranks in the roles depend entirely on skill level, and all new members are Untrained until they can prove their skill in one of the jobs. After getting into a rank, there is Trainee (basic, usually being taught by a senior member finer skills), Adept (skilled, but not the most skilled), and Master (very skilled, each of the founding members are considered masters of their rank).

  • Stylists - The leader, the daisy doe, is a stylist, which is one of the harder roles. She washes and grooms kin hair so that she can alter its appearance, including singeing hair to shorten the length, using bone combs to smooth or fluff out other kin's hair (using their mouths to hold the combs), and utilizing any oils or other materials made by other tribe members. Stylists are the ones who actually perform their work on non-tribe member kin, and as such, need good social skills.
  • Product Makers & Testers - This rank requires a scientific kin mind, as it's experimental in nature. These Flowerlocks will create non-accessory items for kin like sweet-smelling oils and things that help to wash and change hair texture. They also need to test the products before it can be used on non-tribe members, so it can be a bit dangerous if they aren't careful.
  • Craftskin - These are the artisans, who can create (or imagine and dictate to the familiar trainer what they want) accessories and tools for use. These are the kin who make the bone combs used by the tribe, or even just the ones who find the best and hardiest flowers to put into their hair and tails (and sometimes beards).
  • Familiar/Pet Trainers - The rank of familiar trainer is one that requires patience, as it is simply training familiars and pets to handle tasks a kin cannot. From assisting with crafting to actually manipulating hair (such as braiding), the familiars play an important role in the tribe and are often treated as mini-tribe members themselves.
  • Untrained - Refers to children born to the tribe, either between two members or a member and a non-member, and to children brought into the tribe from a young age, as well as brand-new tribe members who have not decided or shown a skill. They tend to be asked to help adults and senior members with their work, generally collecting flowers or other materials, helping carry items around. Children are allowed to leave when they are adults if they so choose and are generally welcome back at any time.


Location: They are rather free-ranged with no real territory, but tend to hang around this series of small water pools where many fragrant flowers grow, for easiest grooming and decorating. This area is where their meetings take place.
To Join: A kin who would like to join must have the same passion for good grooming as the founding members, and either have a skill that would suit them inside of the tribe, or be willing to learn one. It is not required to have hair to join the tribe, although they do favor those with lovely hair because they like to fawn over them. A kin who wants to join should be willing to become friends with other tribe members, as they are the Flowerlock Friends and not Coworkers! Children of tribe members are always welcome, even if they aren't as skilled, to remain as Untrained members.
Tribal Activities: The tribe enjoys activities that involve non-tribe member kin, and would love to attend events where they can show off their skills with hair and hair products/accessories. They are currently at the flower festival to scope out good flowers for accessories and oils. When by themselves, they usually just stick to their role in the tribe, but they do come together every half-moon (twice a month, generally) to show progress and celebrate new discoveries, and welcome new members to their fold. New members are given flowers to wear, though they are not required to keep them. The Flowerlocks like activities to bond members, with mutual grooming being one of the top bonding actions for tribe members. However, they love anything that allows their friendships (and relationships) to flourish.


Lural entry
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Usernames: Lural
Mission Statement: Time flows like a river, and history repeats. These kin believe that all things that happen have happened before and will happen again. They collect all stories and legends from any who are willing to tell them, as well as weaving their own tales of events they witness. Since kin don’t have a written system (per say) they rely on the spoken word and oral traditions. They are historians and story tellers, entertainers and scholars.

Other Info:
Tribe name: The Tell-Tales

Homestead: For the most part, the kin are always on the move. They have a ‘meeting ground’ in the north-central part of the swamp. They are always coming and going, but sharing stories whenever they meet. There is likely to always be a few members around their ‘meeting grounds’ at any given time, so should any passers by happen upon their little slice of home, there are stories to be told and things to learn.

Joining: The tribe isn’t picky about who comes and goes. Joining is easy, just come with a story. (note: This will require any applicant to make up a story about the swamp, and hopefully encourage world building.) The stories don’t have to be elaborate, but they do have to be entertaining. If a kin is accepted, their mission from then on is to gather stories from all reaches of the swamp, and beyond if they can.

Opinion on others: The tribe accepts all kin from all walks of life. In fact, they crave meeting kin from outside the swamp to expand their knowledge and stories. They believe all kin came from the swamp, and thus are welcome to return. It’s their belief that the swamp will only grow stronger with the return of the outland kin.

Tribe roles: There really aren’t any set rolls for the tribe. They all exist for the collection and passing of stories and histories. Though sometimes, stories conflict and contradict each other. Then the tribe founder will listen to the stories, and ‘figure out’ which one is truth (or mostly truth).

Stories: The histories told by these kin should all be taken with a grain of salt. The group are storytellers, after all. It wouldn’t be unlikely that they spice up a story now and then. Some favorite myths are the creation of the other races of kin, and why the seasons change.

Loyalty: No one could care less if you were a part of other tribes, as long as you don’t discriminate among Tell-Tale members. In fact, they encourage the joining of other tribes to share tales with them, and learn about each tribe, where each kin came from. Just as long as you swing on by their base camp once in a while to share the stories. Children born into the tribe are not expected to stay with them. It’s always greatly enjoyed should a young one find a passion for story telling, but the tribe won’t force any to stay with them

Tribe founding: It started with a single kin, willing to throw everything away for the chance to learn more. A kin who, even when faced with being branded a traitor and death, decided to wander from the swamp in search of stories from the kin from out of the swamp. It was fortunate then, for the kin, that they were ill prepared for the journey, and collapsed in the border lands. This kin may well have died there too, either from starvation or from heartache knowing they were leaving the swamp. But a totoma happened by, one of broad shoulders and strong back. The toma carried the kimeti back to the swamp. When the kin awoke, the toma asked what brought the kimeti out here. Hearing that they were searching for stories and histories of the other kin, the toma began telling what few stories they could from back in the mountains. Mostly, they were of other totoma earning their names. But the kin was hooked, needing more stories. The toma decided to help, since the kimeti could not easily leave the swamp, the toma would bring stories from the mountains.

Eventually, word spread that there were kin searching for the histories and legends of the other kin, and those with the same passion would soon find themselves seeking each other out to share their stories.


Cricket2008 entry
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Usernames: Cricket2008

Mission Statement:

Tribe Name: Weather Watchers

This tribe’s goal is to forewarn fellow kin of impending bad weather to allow them to seek shelter and safe guard their homes before storms arrive. They watch for signs and changes in the elements around them. The signs they use to predict the weather come from lore and old tales that are based in reality.

Black lost a loved one during a storm. He feels that if they’d been better prepared, she wouldn’t have died. After that he started watching the sky to be on the lookout for future storms. He later met other kin that had either endured a large loss because of a storm, whether that loss was of family or home. Some of the other tribe members may not have experienced a loss, but they are very in tune with the swamp. They notice the slight changes that happen before a storm sooner than others. Together they formed a small network to watch for signs of impending bad weather and created a warning system to alert others so they could find safe shelter before it’s too late.

All species of kin are accepted into the tribe because what they do is for all kin. No special talents are needed. A watchful eye and caring about others is all that is needed.


Other Info:


Black (gold Buck) watches the clouds. He rather likes being out in the rain and has always been one to watch for showers. He now has a more intent purpose for keeping an eye on the skies.
“Mare's tail high in the sky, means bad weather in the next day." (Cirrus clouds, high in the sky like long streamers, mean bad weather within the next 36 hours.)
“When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the Earth is refreshed by frequent showers” (Large, white clouds that look like cauliflower or castles in the sky usually have lots of dynamic weather going on inside).

Daisy (yellow Doe) listens to the swamp. She has an affinity for when plants and trees are bracing for incoming bad weather. She feels that the flora of the swamp listens to her when she talks the them.
“Check the grass for dew at sunrise.” (If the grass is dry, this indicates clouds or strong breezes, which can mean rain.)
“Stronger smells may be a sign of rain or stormy weather approaching.” (Rising humidity and increasing moisture in the air (accompanying dropping air pressure) enhances smells. Particles of odor become "hydrated"(wet) and cling more easily to the olfactory membranes in the nose.)

Rose (pink Acha doe) listens to the insects and animals. She’s always been one to collect pets, so she’s familiar with their normal behavior and is quickly alerted to when they start acting abnormally. Where ever she goes, you’ll find small animals, bird and even insects drawn to her.
“When ladybugs swarm, expect a day that’s warm.” (If you notice the black and red bugs looking for shelter, then cold weather is on the way.)
“If birds are flying high in the sky, there will probably be fair weather.” (Falling air pressure caused by an imminent storm causes discomfort in birds' ears, so they fly low to alleviate it.)
“When the spider leaves his web, rain is coming.” (The spider is another prophet: when the weather is fair he would stay in the middle of his web; but if wind and rain threaten, he’ll retire to something more solid.)

Cornflower (blue Totoma) watches the moon and stars. Corn likes the night and is usually found in open areas gazing at the stars. He’s a bit of a dreamer, but he’s very serious about his stars. He considers them his domain.
“When a halo rings the moon or sun, rain’s approaching on the run.” (When the moon has a double halo, the inner one reddish brown in color, it promises a torrent on the wings of a gale.)
“When the stars twinkle, expect sprinkles.” (Twinkling indicates that the atmosphere is unstable and turbulent, a sign of stormy weather.)

Violet (green Acha buck) is the warning system. He runs to spread the word when the signs predict a pending storm. He has contacts in different areas so that he knows who to tell and knows that his warnings will be taken seriously.


During times of quiet weather, kin that want to plan an event might seek out a Weather Watcher to find out if any bad weather is expected in the near future that might spoil their plans.


Kitty Sprightt entry
*** WILDFLOWER HIPPIES ***


Usernames: Kitty Sprightt, Patmos of Endtimes, Petite Kitsune, Scaramouche Fandango, Roadkill
Mission Statement: The goal of the Swamp Scouts is to find, recover, and nurture abandoned young. Several of the founders had nobody but themselves to rely on from birth, and wish to prevent others from facing the same challenges if they can at all help it. They believe that a loving family and a practical, well-rounded education are extremely important things for everyone to have.
Other Info: The Swamp Scouts are sort of like a combination of Scouts organizations, an orphanage, and the YMCA. They find or are entrusted with children to raise, which they do with as much warmth and support as they can muster. Scouts of all ages are taught vital skills that run the gamut from hunting and identifying edible plants, to getting along with others and making art.

Every adult who is part of the tribe is expected to help hunt and gather food, and maintain the territory. Children can participate in these duties as well, as soon as they've completed any requisite classes. Some tasks are limited to adult members, and require special training. These additional duties include raising and supervising the children the tribe already has, finding more children in need, and making the children's distinct leather sashes.

Recovering children is something of a tricky business. It's not a duty entrusted easily, because much care must be taken to be absolutely sure that any eggs, sacs, lambs or foals found are, in fact, abandoned. The standard procedure, except in extreme circumstances, is for them to be kept under observation for several days before leading a team of tribe members to carry the foundlings to their new home. If the children are in immediate danger, the observer is encouraged to do what they feel is necessary. For example, a chance encounter with a predator during observation would not merit much response except killing it or chasing it off; however, if the eggs/sacs are in a dangerous environment, such as on the bank of a flooding river or very near another obvious hazard, they should probably be moved.

In addition to the duties outlined above, the five founders are also leaders and teachers, and not just to the children, either - adults are more than welcome to participate in classes. Each teacher offers two levels of classes in their specialty, a basic class and an advanced class. When a young student completes a class, a dried flower is adhered to their sashes - a bud for the basic level, and an open bloom for the advanced - in a small ceremony that is much like a graduation. Adult students don't get sashes, but are welcome to attend the graduation ceremony anyways.

In dealing with outsiders, the Swamp Scouts are very open and friendly, if a little cautious. Non-members are more than welcome to visit, take classes, or leave their children temporarily (or permanently, if need be) in the Scouts' care. Anyone who wishes to join must get the approval of at least three of the five Scout Leaders, usually a simple affair. Leaving the Scouts is also a painless process - any adult is free to leave the Scouts at any time (but it would be nice if you stayed in touch, we'll miss you, good luck, remember that your family loves you, and remember to eat your vegetables).

The tribe will start out in the north of the swamp. We have high hopes of eventual expansion - instead of being a single large group in one location, the Swamp Scouts may eventually branch out into several areas, with each chapter headed by a group of five or so Scout Leaders. Should this come to pass, they'd either make extensive use of the courier system, have frequent meets, exchange members from chapter to chapter, or a combination of all three. Each chapter would be represented by a different sort of object, which would be what is used for badges there - the first chapter would be Flower Chapter, and other chapters might choose to use feathers, fish scales, etc. as their identifier. There would occasionally be friendly competitions between the chapters, but no lasting enmity would be tolerated. Even with the Scouts so widespread, the entire group would be considered one family, and the Scout Leaders of all the chapters would work to keep it a happy one.


Ruriska entry
*** WILDFLOWER HIPPIES ***


Usernames: Ruriska, Chrystali, Aric Val, SilverShieldwolf
Mission Statement: They are smiling death. The Mourning Glory believe all flowers hold the soul’s of departed kin. They revere flowers, cultivating them into large fields and spending long hours contemplating their beauty. But they have other skills, ones you would not quite expect when looking from the outside. Those in the know come to them for deadly poisons. The tribe members pooled their skills and knowledge and know well how to kill anyone and anything, you just need the right ingredients. It is an honour they say. They don’t fear death. They will send you to the afterlife and will be glad that your soul shall soon settle in a flower, blooming in the Swamp for all the enjoy.

Other Info:

Tribe Name: The Mourning Glory

Area: A once barren area of land at the edge of the Swamp has been transformed into a blooming meadow. The tribe likes to travel around the Swamp and many of them are often gone for long periods of time, collecting new seeds and ingredients. But at least one can always be found at The Meadow.

Other: All the tribe members have experienced loss of some kind. They are encouraged to find the flower the represents their dearly departed and to wear them constantly, as to keep the soul of their loved one close.

There is no Tribe Leader. If decisions need to be made, they whole group sits in counsel until a consensus is reached. Taking on a job is up to an individual’s own discretion. However they are expected to share any payment (especially food) they receive with everyone else.

They are a very welcoming tribe; however actually joining is extremely difficult. They expect Kin to prove they believe in everything the Tribe preaches. If they suspect someone is trying to join only so they can poison others, they will refuse entry. They bring death because it is beautiful, not because they enjoy it.

The Tribe supplies only. They give the made poison to whoever has ordered it with instructions. Whether it is administered or not is then up the customer.

The Tribe holds regular ‘flower viewing’ parties, here they tell stories of their loved once and encourage visitors to do the same. They are always keen to help others get over their grief by sharing their beliefs and helping them find their ‘soul flower’.


saedusk entry
*** WILDFLOWER HIPPIES ***
 

Usernames: Kamileunaire, Melancholies, saedusk, Soldier of Song, thyPOPE
Mission Statement: Most kin would agree that flowers are serene, welcome, beautiful, even. They would also agree that they are all products of the MotherFather's creation – why, the swamp-blessed are proof enough of that! The Cultivators, naturally, are in agreement on those issues. But in their opinion, there is something of much higher import to consider: reincarnation. Specifically, they pursue (and help others pursue) reincarnation into the most perfect life form: flowers. To this end, they've created a sprawling network of gardens, an efficient system of communication, and a very enthusiastic community that seeks out and provides support for the recently deceased and soon-to-be deceased.
Other Info:
The tribe believes that all kin should work toward becoming reincarnated as some sort of flowering plant, and returning one's physical body to nourish the earth. Activities that will help this along, of course, include respecting and caring for flowering plant life, and in fact all plant life, as well as helping and encouraging other kin to do the same. They also believe that being buried with flowers goes a long way toward this sort of reincarnation, and most Cultivators themselves perform funerary rites. It's customary to surround deceased bodies with seeds for flowers that represent their cause of death, as well as floral documentation of the deeds they accomplished. This choice for decoration and seed placement may vary, of course, based on the tribe member performing the rites.

The tribe as a body has extensive knowledge of the uses and detriments of plants, knowing what kills and what heals. However, they are on the whole discouraging of attempts to prolong life. After all, while not all kin are ready for reincarnation into the perfect life form, neither should kin actively avoid the event should it loom on the horizon. Their opposition to medical care can be daunting to a new comer to the tribe.

In general, the Cultivators tend to be extremely respectful to flowers, especially those found in members' private gardens. Those who do not respect plants as the Cultivators do are generally treated with hostility. The Cultivators, however, do on occasion consume plants, but never the flower parts, and never do they consume the ones found in any of their gardens. Flowers tend to be used in burial rites and in rituals intended to maintain the health of flowers, and also in messages - the tribe has developed a complex floral language that is generally used to impart important information to various members of the tribe (this is accomplished by training familiars to carry messages).

Rituals often include the ritual sacrifice of non-kin for fertilizer and to give thanks for being permitted to use plants in their daily lives, as well as rain dances (these are extremely popular) and rites to ensure continued longevity for plants in their care. Some psychedelic plants (and fungi) are used to induce trances at other festivals and rituals, generally to seek guidance for plant care in the coming months.

Unlike many tribes, their main gathering site – the large Central Gardens – is not where a majority of the Cultivators dwell. They are not dedicated travelers, either; in fact, after maturation and official Dedication to the Cultivators' purpose, most kin settle down into a home they seek out themselves. The Central Gardens act as a large hub for sermons, celebrations, ritual, and the raising of the tribal young. They're divided into five sections, each representing one of the five main sects of the tribe. Each section is populated by vivid, well-cared-for flowers, and each of these flowers is nourished by the bodies of fallen, non-sentient animals. Strangely, these are actually permitted for use – the majority of them are actually planted by apprentices, after all. They're generally only used, though, for the relaying of messages and as a source of flowers for burial rites conducted by other kin.

See, while tribal family units are permitted to raise their own children, many of them are sent instead to the Central Gardens to become well-versed in the ways of the Cultivators. These children are considered sworn dedicates to the Cultivators, and will someday mature into priests of the tribal order. They generally wear carnations to signify their status as dedicates, and as they perform their duties of upkeep in the Central Gardens, taught by the tribe members that do linger in the gardens. Upon maturation, a sworn candidate is expected to seek out for themselves a body to bury and a preferred flower to “sign” the work they do for the tribe (new applicants and joiners of the tribe are expected to engage in a similar ritual, after a brief, intense introduction to tribal duties and the tribal ways). This first body generally becomes the seeding of a tribe member's personal garden – often in a place of the tribe member's choosing. These tribal gardens often serve to expand the tribe's territory, as well as provide a location for cemeteries. These flowers, naturally, are completely off-limits of resources, although each tribe member tends to keep their personal garden well-maintained – caring for flowers, after all, is certain to help them in their own personal quest for reincarnation! At this point, the tribe member will also select one of the five sects of the tribe to fully dedicate themself to.

These five sects are the main organizational units of the tribe. They're each headed by a Head Priest or Priestess, all of whom actually reside very near the Central Gardens. The sects are each represented by one of five common wildflowers, and each is responsible for taking care of kin with a certain cause of death, as well as certain other official duties.

Don't Know How is the name of the head priestess of the sect in charge of accidental deaths, which is represented by daisies. The division's duties include seeking out dead bodies and performing autopsies - either by examining the bodies of the kin or investigating kin nearby. Generally, once a cause of death is determined, the Daisy sect sends a missive by way of familiar detailing the body's location and the appropriate sect for handling each body. Most priests of the Daisy sect tend to patrol certain claimed territories near their personal gardens, and tend to keep an address book of sorts of nearby Cultivators from different sects.

The sect of willing deaths is represented by the dog rose, not a flower known for any potent effects, but head priestess Could We Start Again is sure to grow more appropriate plants for their purpose. Foxglove, nightshade, hemlock, all meant to ease the suffering of those ready to move on and reincarnate. Priests of the Dog Rose sect visit ailing or resigned kin and, after consultation to make positive they are at peace and ready, help them pass onto their next life. As this sect is most concerned with helping kin transition, they are also in charge of public relations and recruitment, seeking out and winning over kin that may prove useful.

Cultivators who have dedicated themselves to natural death are lead by head priest Everything's Alright, and are masters of the tribe's history and lore. Similar to a vast spread of the violets they are represented by, members of this sect can be found far and wide, as passing on tribal beliefs to all existing members is a widespread need. Their head, however, remains within the Central Gardens, alongside a number of 'nannies' of sort, in order to raise and educate both children and new dedicates alike. They keep meticulous records both mentally and verbally, as well as provide a spiritual remembrance for those who have passed naturally with their stories.

Try it and See, meanwhile, leads the sect that deals with the deaths that come with war. A very somber and proud sect, Cultivators here identify themselves with the cornflower, and are tasked with scoping out the aftermath of battles and taking care of those that died in the midst of it. Aside from this, members of this sect are also in charge of food, making sure the entire clan is well provided with provisions and the like.

Then We Are Decided is in charge of the sect of death by murder, and corresponds closely with the head priestess in the investigative portion of the work. Though he does not necessarily do all of the problem solving himself, a large part of this sect's job includes not only identifying the victim but seeking out the murderer, if possible. This sect is represented by lilies, namely arum lilies, and also has the dual purpose of raising and caring for the various animals that the tribe uses for both companionship and sacrifice.

The tribe is present at the flower festival to keep a close eye on the treatment of flowers therein.



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This is a regular old free raffle that ends June 30th at 10PM or whenever blue gets home.

Each user can get exactly one ticket, for free!

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  4. Strawberri Stardust: Kimeti, Foxbun, Mongoose
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To enter this writing contest, you will have to write a story about the changing of seasons from spring to summer [or fall to winter or spring to summer, as many as you want, so long as spring to summer is included!] in the setting of Matope. If you have an existing Kin, you can tell this story in character as your Legendary storytelling requirement!

You can either write your own myth or take an existing one and put a Matope flair on it. However, we defiintely want to see something that relates to the world we've created here at shop!

You can enter once, and only once. Post your entry to this thread using the following code. This contest will end on June 29th at 10pm EST.

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      [b]Myth/Story:[/b] Write your story here!
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      [b]Other Info:[/b] Tell us about your work, if you'd like, or what the kin would be like if you won him/her, or anything else you'd like.


Entries:



Ruriska entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: Lemon, cherry, crabapple, apple


Myth/Story: The Birth of the Seasons

The world felt brittle. As the night drew in, it brought with it the sting of cold that whispered of the coming winter. Even the trees, with their last remaining stubborn leaves clinging tight, seemed to shiver. The Killing Moon let out a breath, the vapors hanging in the air near his muzzle before dissipating. It would get colder once the true winter had arrived, but the day had been relatively pleasant. The first cold was always the hardest to endure.

Unable to sleep and aware that the siblings pressed in close to his side were likewise wide awake, he began to talk, retelling a story he had heard somewhere along the way…

“Long ago, when the Swamp was new there was no such thing as seasons. In that time, there was a only a handful of Kin, not like there are now, and the MotherFather felt like a close friend, rather than a distant dream. Back then there was only what we now call spring. The sun was always shining, the flowers always blooming and with new young filling the bellies of every mother. No creature knew what true hunger was, for everything was in abundance.

The MotherFather saw this and knew that it could not continue forever. Everything she had made was growing plump and lazy. They were haughty and self-assured, as if no sickness or grief could touch then. They were pampered and so did not strive to become anything more than what they were. They did not respect the life that they had.

The MotherFather saw this and in answer she flowed into the earth. She touched every tree and every plant, touched the very nature of everything and she shifted. Slowly, so slowly that it took time for anyone to even notice, spring left.

Summer took its placed. The sun burnt big and bright, scorching the earth. Many of the flowers fell from their branches and plants began to wilt in the harsh light. The abundant fruits withered on the trees and for the first time the Swamp was uncomfortable. But there was still enough to eat and so nobody took too much notice. Things would go back to normal soon, they all said.

Then the leaves began to change colour and they marvelled at the display. Then the leaves fell to the ground in great piles and they played amongst them, laughing in delight. There was no more fruit on the trees, they noted, but surely more would grow soon. The world would blossom again before long. Autumn stayed for a time but the cold crept in.

Winter arrived.

It blew down on the Swamp with a vengeance. The first winter was the longest and harshest that was ever will be. The swamp froze. Sleet and hail came first and left the frost. The water turned to ice and the ground turned rock-hard beneath their hooves. The trees shook like tall skeletons and the smaller plants simply died. The snow arrived, blanketing the land in white.

And everyone suffered.

They had never known hardship. They knew of death, but that was a thing for the old, not the young. Now it claimed everyone who was not strong enough to endure. They huddled together, desperate for warmth, their bellies caving in and the frost seeping into their bones. Surely they would all soon perish.

But before they could all be claimed, winter relented. The sun returned and melted the cold away. Those left were harder now, fighters. Life and death was clear to them. When spring brought its abundance to them, they did not take it for granted. They relished every second. When summer came next, the thanked it for its warmth and in autumn they used the chill, brilliant days to prepare for when the cold came again.

The MotherFather had taught her children to respect life and so the seasons remain to challenge us.”

Told by: The Killing Moon
Other Info: oops, it became more of a winter story as I was going along, probably I’m sitting here smothered in blankets but my fingers are in the open and omg they are freezing and its so cold aaaaah. Ahem, but yes, a story about why all the seasons exist and I hope it’s okay <3


SerinaNight entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: Cherry Blossom, Lemon Blossom, Apple Blossom, Crabapple Blossom


Myth/Story: As all kin know, Kimeti of all kind were born from five eggs birthed by the Mother Swamp. That story need not be repeated, but something that is not often mentioned is how it continues. Now, when these eggs hatched, only those aptly named Kimeti stayed. Why the others left, we cannot know, but while she understood her children's desire, it saddened her greatly. They were only just born, and yet so eager to leave her loving embrace. Happy for a time with her remaining children, the land flourished. Flowers bloomed, and plants began to grow green and tall. They began their first tentative songs. This is the time, the love, we now know as spring.

Now, as time went on, her happiness grew as her children did. They flourished and breed, filling Mother Swamp with life. Filled with joy, everything swelled with life as fruits ripened and all creatures alike played beneath the rays. Mother Swamp forgot her missing children for a time, as those left behind danced across the swamp to the beat of her own heart. This is the time, the joy, we know as summer.

Sadly, it could not last. While she loved her remaining children, those who had left still did not return, leaving her to wonder if she would ever see them again. The remaining Kimeti grew and sang and danced beyond what they ever had before, and this kept her content, but only so. The fruits began to fall, and leaves slowly died, turning to shades of orange and brown as they floated to the ground. However, her love for her children persevered and as the fruits fell and flowers slowly closed, they released seeds and pollen for the next generation of life in the swamp. This is the time, the sadness, we now call autumn.

Mother Swamp could not help but feel her hope falling as her long forgotten children still did not return. She felt cold, and unhappy. No matter how much the Kimeti filling her arms danced and sang, it did not comfort her. Soon, they stopped. Mother Swamp settled down, and went to sleep as the world slowly died around her. Or at least, so it seemed for those who were left behind. This time, her sleep, is called winter.

Just like Mother Swamp, the land simply slept, until she was awoken by a surprising sound. Singing. Her children were singing. Crying out to her, their Mother. She awoke, filled anew with hope and love. If her children stayed with her through this harsh time, when she had all but left them, surely the others would one day return! Mother Swamp shook off the cold in her heart, and the land began to flourish once more. The return of spring.

As her love grew into summer, once more she began to wonder. How long till her children returned? Did they really care? You see, while our Mother is long lived, she still feels as we do. Her emotions flow and ebb, and as time passes, she cannot help but feel the sadness that creeps up on her. She slowly fades to autumn, then winter... but always, always returns to spring. For she loves us, more then we can ever know. So much so that she always mourns those of us who are gone. Even when so many of her children return, she still mourns those far away. However, when spring comes, you can know that we lay in Mother Swamp's heart, and it is us, our light, that keeps her going.

Told by: Sunlit Rock
Other Info: I based this story vaguely on the tale of Demeter and Persephone. It's a similar feeling, and it gave me the idea for how to start it at all. I thought the story was cute, and I liked the idea of the Swamp being a mother in a very literal sense. Feeling the way a mother might feel. I hope it turned out well!


Strawberri Stardust entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: Crabapple, Cherry, Apple, Lemon


Myth/Story: Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, before the world was as we know it now, there were four brothers. Each of these brothers were very powerful, each differed in their powers greatly. Winter was the eldest, tall and gaunt, he looked like ice given life. He was stern and unforgiving, turning everything he touched white with frost. Autumn was next eldest, calm and soothing compared to his elder brother. Where his power fell, the world slept in peace and safety. Summer burned hot, and he was fierce, much fiercer than any warrior. Where he touched, the world burned and blistered beneath his anger. The youngest of the four was Spring and he was the happiest of them all. His power was love and life and joy.

The brothers each wanted to rule our world, but sadly there was only the one world and four of them. They fought and fought until Autumn suggested they each take a turn of one rotation around the sun, giving the ruling brother one year and the others three to rest. They agreed to this, but then the question was raised of who would go first? Winter was the obvious choice, being the eldest, but he declined and the honor of being first passed to Autumn, the second eldest.

His rule was soft and easy, the world turning to reds and golds. Peace was in the very air and no one fought. Plants were ready for a rest, giving the last of their fruits that could be stored and eaten later. Autumn was pleased with himself and his first year as the world's ruler. When his time was up, he gladly stepped aside for his elder brother.

Winter's reign began slowly, with frost crawling over the trees. Plants and leaves died, their flowers withering under the cold. Soon, the world was covered in Winter's frost. The animals buried themself beneath the surface in an attempt to escape death. With no food to eat and no water to drink, the animals went into a deep sleep for the rest of Winter's Rule.

Spring was eager to end his brother's rule and he quickly melted the snow and frost, enticing the animals out of their sleep by bringing plants back to life to give of their fruit. He melted the waters but left them cool to drink. When the animals emerged into the warmth, they were once again happy and they celebrated the coming of Spring and loved him and his rule the best.

This angered Summer and when his turn came, he burned through the world, leaving everything dry and hot to the touch. The world took on the appearance of fire, red and orange and yellow, hot and burning brightly. Summer cared nothing for the plants and animals, and would have cooked them all had he not been stopped by Autumn.

The brothers worked thus for years until they all became impatient and began to argue again about who should rule and when, for how long. This argument raged between them, nearly causing a war to break out among the four of them. It was then that the MotherFather knew to intervene.

The MotherFather had been watching these brothers and was not pleased at the way they had handled themselves. The MotherFather eased the world from the pain of Summer's reign and decreed that each brother would have one quarter of a year to rule. To punish the brothers, the MotherFather declared that they could no longer keep a mortal form. Instead they must be invisible to the creatures that would one day walk the world.

The brothers were ashamed of themselves and their behavior, even Summer who had been the loudest and fiercest voice.

And thus the seasons were created, this peace between the brothers lasting for ages and ages.

Told by: Grave at Dusk
Other Info: If won, any of these kin would be experts in planting the fruit they're based on and fairly well-versed in planting most anything else.


purplerosesbeauty entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: Cherry Blossom, Apple Blossom, Lemon Blossom, Crabapple Blossom


Myth/Story: "The truth is, there isn't two seasons, or four seasons, there's actually just the one season, and it changes as the year goes on," Breaking Heads said casually. "I know the real story behind the seasons, you know." After a bit of prompting from her audience, she smiles. "Okay, I guess I can tell you. You see...

"The MotherFather is of course, the source of all life on Matope, but one of the children that were born was special, and powerful. She, as I shall call her, though she has no true gender, has many names as she ages and changes. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter, of course. As a foal, she is lively Spring and brings the flowers to life! You can hear her laughter in the raindrops, and feel her love in the wonderful breezes. She is kind but childish, and a friend to all life at this stage!

Next she becomes a filly, and she is a bit older now, and has a bit of a temper as she lets heat engulf the swamp, and all of Matope. As Summer, she keeps the night at bay, making the days long, warm and damp. Her smile is seen in firefly light, if you care to look for it.

And then she is Fall, and her cooling spirit and adult body touches all the leaves of the trees and plants, turning them bright colors. She is much like a mother at this stage, with her temperature being perfect for bountiful harvest of nuts and fruits. You can watch her dance in the falling leaves, and celebrate with her!

But then she is Winter, and something in her changes. Like a legendary mare, she is now old and has wisdom beyond most kimeti. She changes paths and kills the plants, and her rains become cold and hard. The world will not die completely, but there is an obvious difference between the world of Winter and the one of Summer.

Lastly, the MotherFather's special child, now old and wise, lays down in a patch of snow before it will melt, and passes away peacefully. But fear not, for she is reborn each year! She is not sought by the White Kimeti, because her body becomes young again, and she awakens as if she'd never been born before, a child called Spring."


Told by: Breaking Heads
Other Info: Spring has always been a time for rebirth. The story is inspired by various stories, but not directly based off of anything.


Appeal entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: Lemon Blossom


Myth/Story: A long time ago before you or even I was born, this land was a different place. The seasons didn't change like they do now, and the land was growing restless. It longed for the rest given to the creatures within its belly until eventually the trees became barren and stopped flowering all together. Worried about their home, the kin in the swamp began to search for the answer. Wise and divine kin from all over the swamp tried to fix the land, to bring the lost flowers back, but nothing happened. They simply couldn't turn things back to the way they were.

It was but a small filly that changed things. All of the other kin thought she was crazy but she believed that the land was simply tired. It never slept and it cared for them endlessly. They worked hard during the day but at night didn't they get to sleep? Why couldn't the swamp get that as well? It worked so hard to provide them with life but it never got the chance to rest. No one believed her though, and that meant no one would help her. On her own, the small filly made her way to the heart of the swmp. Far from home, the small filly rested on one of the great and wise old trees, gingerly pressing her face to its roots.

"If you can't sleep then I won't sleep," she said softly, propping herself up against it.

A night passed and in the morning her family found her, staring at them with wide eyes. They tried to get her to return with them but she refused, telling them all of her promise. Bewildered and confused, the elders took her lightly but after several nights passed and still the filly had not slept they became worried. They knew that such a small filly wouldn't last much longer without rest so they divined a spell and that night they danced around the tree where she sat, begging the swamp to free this child.

That's when something strange happened. The elders thought the stars were falling from the very sky above because they'd never seen it before but what was actually falling from the sky was snow. It fell slowly at first until eventually the sky was covered in white. Forced to stop their dance, the tribe took shelter with the filly within tree, bundled together for warmth.

The next morning, the swamp was colder than they'd ever known and the land was strange. No longer the earthly tones they were accustomed to but an astonishing white covered their sights. They didn't know what to do but they did what they had to survive. With great efforts they managed to survive that winter, and when they could see no end in sight the small filly who'd made a promise to the swamp stumbled upon its first awakening: A small flower growing in the very spot she'd sat.

Every year after that, when the swamp finally grew tired, the filly went back and the tribe welcomed the season once again with a dance.
Told by: Flower on a Tree
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Chrystali entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: Apple, Cherry, Crabapple, Lemon


Myth/Story: In the beginning, there was life: a beautiful, flourishing font of power that we know as The MotherFather.

With life came the dawn of all things, fertility and growth, an awakening from nothingness that celebrated the very essence of being. From this existence came the Kimeti, a creation in the MotherFather's image to make a mark on this lush thing called life. This time later became known as Spring, the celebration of new life.

As time passed, there became an obvious flaw in the design of eternal growth: nothing matured, nothing died, nothing started anew. It is then that the MotherFather beset upon the most important change in this great scheme of things, and created the Kiokote. They were more hale than their Kimeti brethren and were uncomfortable in the dense land of constant renewal, and with hearty hooves, they left the home of the MotherFather and created their own stretch of land, a place that boasted the MotherFather's life giving properties but with maturity of the land and an end of the heavy, swampy air. This became the most important change of the seasons, for it brought about Summer, an end to the eternal life and instead a celebration of its maturity from growth. It was pivotal for the land to survive without the rot of too much growth upon itself and to take a step outside of what was known into something more. The land prospered, but it too would only last for so long.

The heat from the land of the Kiokote and the end of growth could only herald a loss of life, and already seeing the cycle, the MotherFather created the delicate Acha. These spry lovers learned of Spring and Summer and took the tales to their own land, an endless stretch of golden sand that was not affected by either the fertility of Spring nor the maturation of Summer. Daintier than their older siblings but with no end of grace, they became the bearers of Autumn, a celebration of what was and its passing into something greater, the beauty of such no less than when it was full of life.

With the passing of all things, all the kin felt that it couldn't simply be the end, and naturally, the MotherFather already knew what to do next. Birthing the Totoma, made of sterner stuff than its previous kin, the strong, proud kin made their home in the coldest tundra known, surviving by separating themselves in how they called their names and how their children were born. The Totoma created the most necessary season of Winter, a time to wipe the slate of life clean, treacherous as it might be. They were made to persevere and the MotherFather was made proud by their dangerous and generous contribution. Even the coldest snow could not last forever, and in time, when it reached the land of the Kimeti, it thawed, and allowed the land to regenerate and awaken from its deep slumber.

And thus, the MotherFather saw her children in harmony, self-reliant and prospering in the land they'd claimed for themselves. Thus the seasons were born, and the MotherFather was able to withdraw his presence from their lives and let them live as they pleased, ever closest to her Swamp-born.

Told by: Sacred Grove
Other Info: Ascent felt like the only one of my herd who had the best grasp on seasonal discussions. XD Ascent would also have stories for the other races as they're revealed (such as the Zikwa) that aren't relevant to the seasons but tie into other aspects of life. If I were to win, I feel like the Kiokote should continue in the tradition of storytelling and collect stories from each of the races and tribes, like a living compendium of existence as kin know it. I would absolutely aim for Ascension and use the same method of their growth (stories and their outcome/consequence) as an exchange for blessings!


Aric Val entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: cherry, apple, crabapple, lemon


Myth/Story: Dark Descent didn't speak much, lifting his weary head up at those who cared to listen. He had a -- gentle look on his face, despite the harsh white lines that laced his lips. With his bright knowing eyes, he started his tale.

"They said that before, it was always spring in the land. Every day flowers bloomed, the creatures of the land sang and danced and drank of the many beautiful pleasures that the sun gave them, bright and blissful, every kin was happy. Well, except for one.

He was a kimeti who stayed out of the sun, hated it, waiting for the sun to fall so that he wouldn't be touched by the golden light. It physically hurt him. And he thought the MotherFather had cursed him with this for he wasn't worthy. He was never to sing with the birds, run with the eaglehounts, admire the hawks in the sky --- he only deserved the night. When everything was calm, kin slept with the hope of a bright tomorrow. What he'd never have. They spoke of this buck like he was fearsome, scary, dangerous. But he merely kept to himself, the words spoken of him only helped him in his preferred isolation.

But you see, life brings us many surprises, somethings we thought we'd never have, we'd never feel ---" The dark acha lowered his head for a moment there, pausing, a hint of a smile appearing. "We feel."

"And he fell in love. With a bright flower that he knew-- he wasn't worthy of. But he desperately seeked her, every day he would visit her in her sleep, of course he could not wake her for she was the sun and he was the moon. And they would never meet.

Every night he would ask the MotherFather for merely a day-- one day that he could be with her, to let her know of his feelings. Only one day, and he would be complete. And the MotherFather had taken pity on this poor kimeti. The next morning he had woken, he felt a chill that he had never felt before, it hurt -- yet he could see that the sun was not out. With no hesitation he ran to where he knew he would find the doe. And that was when the moon met the sun. They fell in love. The doe, full of life fell for the buck who kept in the shadows. And the MotherFather was kind for they birthed the season of winter for them. Not a time of sadness or mourning but a time when things may start anew."

And Descent was smiling at this moment.

Told by: As told by Dark Descent, who is based on hades.
Other Info: It definitely touches on the story of Hades and Persephone but changed fairly much from the original. Descent definitely relates. XD


Asahi Kumoru entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: cherry, apple, lemon, crabapple


Myth/Story: Each year is the telling of my naming dream in slow motion.

When I slept before I was alive, I watched over a section of the swamp, seeing in all directions at all moments. I could not move, but the land changed around me. I saw a whole year pass in a few fleeting moments, and then another and another, just watching the transformations that one single place could see.

Maybe it sounds sad that the clearest part I remember is the sound of all the living creatures around us fading into quiet each time the cold comes. One small glade filled with the symphony of thousands - birds, insects, frogs, and my fellow kin - slipping into that profound silence of a world muffled by snow. That time is not to be feared, though. It is just a time of rest and regrowth, that comes with that silence.

This time of year shows the wonderful fruits of the sleep of winter. The reeds and plants push taller. All of the singers and musicians of the swamp return for the change to summer, tuning and preparing for their chorus to last the season until the days grow short again. Even their songs trade off in cycle, with different players day and night, to remind us that everything changes, but all comes full circle.

I love the summer, with the sun coaxing fog from the waters, and the evening storms showering us with rain. Maybe this time of year, my name should be Silence for Songs instead. Sing my name backwards for the longest of days, and revel in the symphonies of short summer lives before winter comes again.

Told by: Songs for Silence
Other Info: Been meaning to write her naming dream for a while, and the prompt helped me finally get something into words =3=


Blinded By Silence entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: Cherry - Lemon - Apple - Crabapple


Myth/Story:

“Momma, look it!” Cried a wide-eyed blue colt in awe, “These arn’t right! Where’d the real leaves go?” Questioned his brother, purple to his blue, as they prodded the red leaves that hung on a low branch.

“They are the real leaves, stupid.” A little filly, so much like her siblings and yet so different, rolled her eyes, “It’s leaf-fall, that’s all.”

“How do you know?” Burt-Out probed, “If we’ve never seen it, you haven’t either!” Forgotten Summer grinned, calling out his know-it-all sister.

“Because, unlike you two, I actually listen,” The little filly sighed and looked at her mother, “Do you remember that buck we met two moons ago? The reaaaally old one? He told me a story, about leaf-fall and no-leaf and all the others!” Her eyes, large and white, shone in excitement, “He told me that we made the seasons change!”

“No way!” One of her brothers shouted and suddenly they sat before her, “Tell us! I wanna see all of leaf-fall right now!”

“It doesn’t work that way! Not anymore. The MotherFather got mad at us and now we have to wait. But, if you be quiet, I’ll tell you the story.” What Will Tomorrow Bring said, rolling her eyes but smiling. She loved stories and history, anything that had to do with who they were and where they came from. “Here it goes.”

“A long, long time ago, before even momma was born, the MotherFather made Matope and everything in it. It was a long and exhausting process, shaping the mountains just right, making sure the desert wasn’t too big and yet big enough, and so on. By the end of it all, the MotherFather was very tired. Tired enough to give her children, the Kin of Matope, a special magic to maintain our world and keep it in perfect rhythm.

Everyone had a specific job. Kimeti watched over the flora of the world. With their beautiful songs, they made the flowers and trees grow strong and fruitful. The Acha took care of the sun, waking it in the morning and putting it to bed at night. The Zikwa had the moon, and with it, they pushed and pulled the tides. The Kiokote ran with the wind, forming the warm breeze and the clouds that give us rain. And the Totoma kept the animals strong and healty, teaching them to hunt and survive.

All was well, for quite some time, and the MotherFather slept in peace while her world grew content and warm. But different kin want different things and so the fighting began. The Kimeti grew angry at the Totoma, for their animals ate all their plants! And the Kio’s clouds were always getting in the way of the Acha’s sun shine. All of Matope was in an uproar, waking the MotherFather.”

“Uh-oh...” One brother whispered, wide eyed.

“Uh-oh is right, they all got in a lot of trouble! Each and every kin! Because they couldn’t agree and had made such a mess of the world, the MotherFather took away all of their powers and left them in their mistakes. Every kin pleaded and begged forgiveness, and as the MoterFather is kind, she gave them one last chance. She returned their powers and, under her careful eye, she instructed them on how to reset the world and put it back in motion.

First, she had the Kiokote run as fast as they could, all across Matope. In their wake, the leaves, bleached red and gold from the Acha’s sun, fell in blew across the land, covering the world in a beautiful blanket. Next, she had the Zikwa wake the moon and made the nights grow long and cold, perfect for a sleeping world she said. The Totoma shook out their rain soaked coats and from the drops, snow fell, putting the flora and fauna to sleep. When the sun rose agian with the Acha’s help, the snow melted and the Kimeti sang, bringing all of Matope back from the cold into the new warmth. The trees and flowers awakened and the animals came out of their dens. At last, everything was as it should be.

But, to keep it that way, the MotherFather took back her magic, but not as punishment. No, now she was fully rested and ready to take care of her world! It was now our turn to rest and relax. And so, ever since, the MotherFather resets the world, putting it to sleep then waking it up again. And that, my brothers, is how the world works.”

Hope gave a knowing nod and nuzzled close to her mother while the two colts stared wide eyed at each other.

Told by: What Will Tomorrow Bring
Other Info: I've actually come up with personalities for each of these kin. >>;

Cherry - Would value life and see the beauty in it. He would have a "That past is past, think only of the future" attitude and would be very optimistic, but in a soothing, and calm way. I'd probably name him "A Day For a Fox's Wedding" or something along those lines.

Lemon - Would do things how and when she wanted. A neat freak, of sorts. She'd be old fashioned and a set in her ways.

Apple - Would be enticing, flirtatious, and non-committal. Every relationship is a cycle; a tempting prize, a night of passion, and a broken heart by morning.

Crabapple - A buck who is subtle, hinting to what could be his true potential, only to blossom into somehting else entirely in a very beautiful way.


FrostyPeaches entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: Lemon, Cherry, Apple, Crabapple


Myth/Story: "There is nothing quite like Spring," she said to the little ones that stood by her, admiring the fruitful trees with yellow fruits hanging onto their branches. She let them all set their eyes onto her juicy prizes and continued on. "But there is nothing quite like summer either." She walked closer to her lemon trees. "It all started when i was just a little filly. My parents would be digging around planting seeds into the specific locations of this swamp. For Spring gives rain and growth, and Summer comes equipped with scorching hot weather. Being such a young filly, I was not able to do much but help put the seeds into the soft soil with my sisters. And my brothers would cover the holes up. Rain would always lend a helping hand by pouring water on it whenever we finish our tasks. After a month waiting, we saw young saplings grow from the spots where we have planted the seeds. As time went on, they grew bigger and bigger, and so did we. Until those saplings grew into big trees with yellow fruits!" She kicked the nearest tree and watched the lemons rain down onto the spectators. "You see, these yellow fruits, we call them lemons. There aren't that many of these trees out there. Only me and my family knows where to plant them. If you want to learn about them and help me plants seeds, I'll let you have a taste of them free of charge." And with that, she stomped onto a lemon that fell out of the tree and landed into the puddle. Without hesitation she kneeled down and quenched her thirst before she stood back up again. "The best part about Spring iss....." She made everyone stare at her and her horns. "..that I get to show off my my bare flowerless horns in Spring!" She laughed and continued on as she looked down at the puddle in front of her. "But once you see flowers bloom from these fantastic long babies, you'll know it's Summer. I can always tell that Spring has passed and Summer has come when I see my own reflection with flowers on my horns." She herded the youngins closer to the lemon tree where the lemons laid on the ground. "I was just joking before. You may all take one home and come back to see me whenever you like. Like I said, I could use some help planting seeds." She walked away not giving a care to enjoy the summer. "Goodbye Spring. Hello Summer."
**sorry i don't have a name for the kio
Told by: This is told by the Lemon Blossom kin to other random kin in the swamp.
Other Info: If I win, Lemon Blossom would be having some sort of knowledge as to where to find the best spot of soil to plant the lemon seeds. She will shake the lemon trees, take a lemon and stomp it into a puddle of (muddy)water and make 'lemon juice' for herself and others to drink in celebration of spring leaving and summer coming. Because summer time means hot weather time. Every kin will get thirsty for something refreshing to drink.


fluorescein entry
*** FLOWERING TREES ***
Preference list: cherry, lemon, apple, crabapple


Myth/Story: The swamp was created but the kin rallied against MotherFather. How will their prayers, wishes and desires be heard? Did she dare leave them alone to navigate the dark waters of this foreign swamp they now called home? Their eyes were still crusted with sleep and senses u nused. And so there was a runner kimeti who volunteered. She offered to be their messenger, their totem of support. Kin flocked to her as she absorbed their stories, earned their trust and received boons she never noticed. She promised them hope and said "yes" to everything. At first the great Crane was suspicious and found the kimeti was but a stone's throw away. Did the kimeti wish to supplant her as the new deity? And so the crane observed her most interesting child.

The kimeti knew MotherFather lived in the skies and so when she saw the stars in the water, her path unravelled. She attributed it to good fortune. Now the stars were closer to her. She jumped into the water where the stars were thinking she could reach them. She sank.

Undeterred, she tried the bugs. Sticking her head into a beehive, she danced with death and caught some in her mouth. Mumbling around them she repeated the prayers of her kind and let them loose, hoping they would fly to the Great Crane. The reversed course, stung her and died.

"Look to the trees, they are wise and their branches twist to the Heavens, holding up the sky. She descends from the trees" the other kin whispered to her. For one week she sat in the largest mangrove she could find, not eating until she finally fell out, bumped her head and wandered in a delirious trance for hours.

Finally, she tried one more time and ventured to the edge of the swamp where nothing grew and ice reigned. This was the Crane's unfinished area. She decided to help the Crane to get in her good graces. Carrying seeds of all types, the kimeti travelled and tried to plant seeds in the ice in hope of finishing MotherFather's good work.

My goodness, the kimeti was gloriously simple-minded. Pure and too animated to have two faces, the Crane took pity on the kimeti and graced her with her mighty presence. And so MotherFather listened to what the kimeti, the self-appointed voice of her children had to say. And she promised to create a symbol that she had heard their pleas. For she loved her children and would not let them wander without guidance until they had learned how to survive. She created comets and meteor showers, but they would only fall in the first quarter of the year. Spring. Cicadas would shed their old shells in the second quarter with a song (the Crane secretly loved honey too much to mess with the patterns of the Bees). Summer. The leaves will saunter vaguely downwards. Fall. And finally for the last quarter, the sky will open with small white icy rock. Winter.

These would be her symbols of pleas heard. She created seasons because the designs of the universe were already in place and it was easier to shift seasons then start from the beginning with the basics. And as for the charmingly stupid kimeti, the MotherFather blessed her with wisdom that would take lifetimes to achieve. Seasons passed and the kimeti eventually succumbed to the deep slumber. When only her skeleton was left, the Great Crane had bright blooms blossom and flowering vines curve around the skull for all kin to remember the well loved kin by. Even in death the Crane still listened.
Told by: Glossbones, one half of the Skull Collectors
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