The leopard-spotted doe gingerly rolled the pelts out in front of Longclaw. He looked over each and was impressed. They had been meticulously cleaned, picked of residue and dirt in such a way that proved the procurer was a kin of detailed mind. Clearly, the dark doe had an eye for details, a trait much needed amongst hunters.
"In your gift, I see a great care for the clan. It is the only youngest who will benefit from these pelts, but one day, as you have surely realized, they will be the future of the clan. It is of utmost importance we care for them."
Longclaw raised his head and looked the doe in the eyes. "We expect great things from you, Shadow Step. Hunt well."
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Name Shadow Step Proposed Role Hunter Short Personality A doe of few words, but those few she does give are usually sharp and pointed, despite meaning to or not. Shade is a quick-minded individual who knows she has potential to be great, but easily gets frustrated with others when they don't seem to think so as well. She's oddly tolerant of children, however. She's a collector of pelts, as well.
Pilgrimage Shade's journey took slightly longer than most, for her trade takes time. She combed the swamp for the best specimens, looking for those with the softest, thickest fur. She had stalked her prey silently, killing them swiftly, neatly. Gently, patiently, she parted her kills of their skins and now, she slowly rolled them out before her leader.
She ran a hoof over the collection of pelts. They were her cleanest yet, very little staining, hardly any dirt. She'd carried them for days, guarding them protectively. Rolled in them, soothing herbs, the names given to her by healers and gatherers.
"Bedding. For the nursery," She explained as Longclaw inspected her pelts, "To fight the cold and sickness. To raise the best for our clan."
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 1:32 am
The gathered kin watched the buck walked forwards. The firelight cast shadows across him, dancing across his white underbelly. At first the mound of mud and sticks was unimpressive. It was only when the buck had removed the top that Longclaw realized what the item was. A foxbun, seemingly frozen in time. Though it had probably been days since it had been killed, the foxbun still looked pristine and fresh. There was no sign of rot. Once he had come to understand the buck's offering, Longclaw drew his head away and looked at the young buck.
"As the cold grows deeper each year, I am sure your knowledge will be of use to the clan in the future. Welcome back Dual Natures." Longclaw pushed the offering back to the buck. "The foxbun is yours to eat or to give away. You have earned it."
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Name Dual Natures Proposed Role Hunter Short Personality He is fierce, with a thirst for the chase and the kill that can not be quenched. He despises hunting with others, wanting to be alone, as he thinks and moves faster when other voices are not muddling his mind. He is singular and mean; but only when he is on the hunt. Once he has been called back and in a situation outside of his duties he a rather languid fellow who loves nothing more than to lounge, laugh, and love.
Pilgrimage At first he'd caught the scent of a nearby wolf. He'd followed it, noted it was the rare sighting of one not with a pack, and decided to go for it. He'd harried it for a length of time before giving in to a real chase; it was exhilarating. As they ran he hadn't noticed that not only had they gone from the hunted and the hunter to more of their own small pack, but also he had failed to note how much closer to the mountain's base they had gotten. There was a chill to the air and the sight of breath on the air gave him pause. It was the first time in many a hunt that something had been able to make him stop.
As he took a few more deep breaths and gathered his wits to pinpoint which way to turn back, he spotted the unmistakable ears and fur of a fox bun. The hunt was back on- Or so he thought. As he edged closer for the kill Dual Nature realized the animal was not moving. Indeed, the majority of it's body was stuck in swamp muck that had frozen with the cold weather. How the foxbun had gotten there, he cared not.
It looked alive, but it held no scent and the spark of life that glinted in all creatures eyes was gone. He nosed it to investigate and was surprised by his find. It was cold. As cold as the snow and as he nosed at it again and the mud around it, he smiled. ---
So there he was. Edging away from the glow and warmth of the fire as best as he could while still presenting his find. His gaze, strong and prideful but somewhat lazy, settled on Longclaw. "I bring to you a way of keeping what we hunt fresh until we need them in the cold days. " Pushing away from him with a hoof, and no small amount of effort, he revealed a tree branch with a slab of rock and what looked to be a miniature mound of sticks and dried mud nestled atop it. With a careful kick he broke the top off of the mound and nudged the slab over enough to show the clan leader what he was so proud of.
Inside was a collection of snow, chunks of ice, and frozen stone. Sitting, fresh and solid, was a dead foxbun.
((I am working off of the assumption that while frozen preservation is not NEW to the swamp, finding a way to keep it that way is limited mostly to Rise & Co., and a select few others.))
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If anyone was surprised by the brash nature of the brown doe, they did not show it. And if Longclaw felt the gazes of kin on him, he also did not show it. If anything, the clan head felt a hint of amusement tugging at him. He remembered, once, how he had been with his own Mentor. But before the clan leader could speak, someone else butted in.
"How wonderful! I've been looking everywhere for these, but I didn't think they'd be up near Little Neck. My stock has been running low and oh, these leaves are wonderful. You've really picked the best ones! Feverfew already had her the satchel in her mouth as she stood up. The healer of Westfen was known as a great lover of plants. Seemingly realizing her own intrusion, pink crawled across Feverfew's face as she backed away.
There was a hint of amusement in Longclaw's eyes as Feverfew stepped aside, "Landfall, you have proven that you are willing to step into dangerous territory for the sake of the clan. Do not lose that bravery, but do not become blinded by it either. And in the future, perhaps you can help our dear Feverfew gather some more of these plants?"
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Name Landfall Proposed Role Gatherer Short Personality She's snippy and sarcastic, occasionally being unnecessarily rude to the other members. But she does truly care about the wellbeing of the clan and all of its members, she just has a strange way of showing how much she cares. She also has a habit of rambling quite a bit If you happen to catch her in a quiet moment, though you might see that there's some emotional burden weighing her down.
Pilgrimage Her tail flicked behind her in a very deliberate manner, beating out an agitated rhythm as she waited for the two bucks to finish speaking. Some of us have important things to discuss with Longclaw, she thought, ignoring the fact that this other male had just returned from his own pilgrimage and probably brought back valuable information as well. It just wasn't as valuable as her own.
Finally, their conversation came to an end and Landfall didn't take the time to see if it looked like the buck was pleased with the results of his pilgrimage. She simply stepped right up to the clan leader without the slightest bit of consideration for someone who had been a fellow apprentice. There was no greeting, she went straight to tugging at the string around her neck until the satchel attached to it dropped to the ground between them and exposed the leafy plants inside.
"There's tons of it over by Little Neck. A bit out of the clan's territory, but I'd be willing to step past the boundaries for this stuff. Great for keeping wounds from getting infected. Also heard from another kin in the area that it's good for getting rid of fevers, but I wouldn't put too much faith in that. She looked a little-" Landfall paused to make a motion with her head before continuing, "Y'know? I might have mentioned there were giant gators in this part of the swamp, though, so we probably won't have to worry about her stepping on our land. Maybe...Can never really tell if stuff like that sinks in with those types."
Had she not remembered that the whole point of speaking to Longclaw was to complete her pilgrimage, she might have continued on in this fashion for quite some time. Thankfully, for him, she fell silent at this point, eyes locked onto his as she as patiently as she possibly could for his response.
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 1:54 am
After the buck had finished reciting his story, the clan waited to hear the words of their leader. But it was not Longclaw who delievered the verdict. Instead, it was a doe, black as night, streaked with fire. It was their seer who spoke out.
"Not all things brought back from a Pilgrimage must be material. A kill will eventually rot, a pelt will eventually fade, a trinket will eventually break. Even we must eventually die. But a story, now that is something immortal." Burning Bushed paused. She looked the at green-eyed buck directly, a knowing grin on her face. She remembered this boy when he was young, she knew him well enough to know what effect the story had on him "I hope you remember it well Rift in Stone, and perhaps one day you will tell it to your apprentices and they too can learn the lesson you have learned so well."
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Name Rift in Stone Proposed Role Hunter Short Personality Aloof and haughty, Chasm has no respect for the weak. When he encounters physical or mental weakness, he has an acid tongue and will not hold back his opinions on the value of weak kin in the swamp. He is especially critical when he meets weak kin who are not kimeti. They do not deserve the ground they stand upon. He can just barely tolerate the existence of non-kimeti in the swamp, and cannot tolerate weakness in any kin, not even in kimeti, so he absolutely believes that he is in the right to drive weak non-kimeti out of the swamp. In contrast, he can be extremely respectful when he witnesses examples of mental or physical prowess in a kimeti, though there is still something of distance in his countenance even then. Pilgrimage Chasm had set out on his pilgrimage knowing it was his duty, but not at all thrilled about the prospect of meeting non-kimeti. He kept his head high, but he did not interact much with other kin. Kimeti, to be sure, at least could elicit a greeting out of him, but no others. He had struck out with little inspiration, too stuck in his ways to afford much creativity, but that is, of course, what the pilgrimage is for: to grow and to learn.
And so, when Chasm returns to Westfen lands, he is a buck who has learned something, learned to grow even if his personality has not changed. He returns with a story, something he had never put much stock in:
Her name was Tatterhide, her pelt red as blood, with only a band of night about her face. She was her mother and her father, clever as well as strong. For now, she was but a young doe going on a hunt with her father for she had much to learn.
“Little Tatterhide, little one, learn to hunt, bide your time.”
Black Dog let his daughter lead the way; this was her lesson to learn afterall.
“Choose your prey wisely, do not be rash.”
It was with these words in her ears that little Tatterhide led her father off into the swamp until she scented her prey. She crept towards the scent, her father followed her on light hooves. She stopped when she was close enough to see her prey. Several body lengths away was a fat, sleek rox getting ready for winter.
She whispered, “That, father, will be our prey.”
Though Black Dog nodded, he seemed to be paying more attention to the dark expanse of water the rox was drinking from than the rox itself. “Go ahead then.”
And so, little Tatterhide dropped into a low crouch and wove her way, near silent, through the brush, careful of her hooves sinking into the ground.
Black Dog watched her go, eyes sharp and watchful, he would offer help later, corrections, to make her swifter, faster, more efficient, but for now, he was a silent observer.
Tatterhide tensed when she was close to the rox and right as she sailed at the clever creature, already moving to escape, the water exploded with a splash. A shot a crocodile gripping the rox with its jaws just as Tatterhide found purchase and pulled back.
Dragged partially out of the water by the sheer force of Tatterhide’s jerk, the crocodile twisted this way and that, rolling as it often did to tear its prey apart. The rox was dead, that was for sure. Now it was simply a fight between kimeti and crocodile to see who would get it. The crocodile released the rox and shot forward at Tatterhide. She was quick and managed to evade the strike, but she dropped the rox as well.
“Let it go, Tatterhide!”
But little Tatterhide was much too determined to let a crocodile steal her prey so before it could take the rox into the water, she dived forward, gripped the rox and gave a ferocious jerk of her neck, pulling the crocodile farther away from the water than it had already come.
Black Dog was wiser than his daughter was brash and though he kept telling her to let go and leave it, Tatterhide would not. Black Dog was not a coward, but he would not intervene for now; this was his daughter’s lesson to learn. Despite this, he worried for her; he did not want to see her hurt even though it would teach her a valuable lesson.
And so, he watched as she struggled, advising her when he could and trying to tell her to leave the rox to the crocodile.
She fought as hard as her body could manage, but she was small still, not quite full grown, and the crocodile moved in ways to conserve its energy while she fought with all her might.
Soon, she was exhausted and though she wouldn’t let go, her actions were not so quick and it seemed likely that if the crocodile so chose, it would get its jaws on her so Black Dog ordered her to come to him.
It was not often that her father ordered her to do anything, more often than not leading her to lessons and letting her learn them on her own. So when she heard the command, she finally gave in and let go, slinking to her father’s side, defeated. The crocodile watched the pair warily, rox gripped in its jaws.
Black Dog led Tatterhide in a deliberate show of turning around and taking slow steps away.
Satisfied, the crocodile lumbered around, twisting to face the water and took its heavy, crawling steps towards the water. Black Dog heard the turn and it was then that he turned back around.
“Watch, little one.”
And he charged, taking advantage of the crocodile’s blind spot; it could not see what came directly behind it at its neck. He was on top of the crocodile before it could react and struck out with a sure hoof, cutting into its neck. With another neat strike, the crocodile was still. Then Black Dog bent down, took the rox from the crocodile’s jaws and tossed it over to Tatterhide who caught it deftly out of the air.
He smiled at his daughter who smiled back.
“Know your enemies’ weaknesses, know you limits, and know when there is more than one way to achieve an end.”
And so, father and daughter returned to their resting ground, their prizes, a rox and a crocodile, gripped in their jaws.
Chasm finished the story without flourish. He simply bowed his head. This was his offering to the clan, wisdom within a story. And the wisdom that Chasm gained was a new respect for storytelling and art, though he would always be a hunter at heart.
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As the young doe with the tan-gold underbelly finished speaking, there was silence. The clan leader turned his head away. For a moment she was uncertain.
But it was not Longclaw that spoke up to accept their prospective gatherer's offering, but another - one who did not hold so prestigious a position, but who did hold a place in the annals of Clan Westfen's history. Westward Bound smiled at her as he moved from his position by the fire. His ears had caught wind of bits of her explanation - "till the earth," she had said, and he had thought immediately of his role as a builder. Longclaw, of course, had caught his best friend's eye immediately, and Westward Bound had taken it as a cue.
"Thank you, Guards Well," he told her. "Your offering will be much appreciated by us all, once we put it to use, and though only some of us may use it, we will all reap the benefits. Although you were apprenticed to our gatherers - " here Westward Bound nodded to the gatherer in question " - you have done well in selecting something that can involve the entire clan." The builders would be those who utilized the harnesses, trenching land and plowing. But the gatherers would reap the benefits in having an easier harvest, and the hunters would be able to hide and plan from within a trench - although it might take awhile to dig. And all of Westfen's kimeti would be able to enjoy an easier meal for it.
"Welcome home, and continue to serve the clan as a Gatherer."
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I'M ENTERING FOR DOE 5 Name Guards Well Proposed Role Gatherer Short Personality Guard is generally sweet and easy going, but she has a short temper and is easily irritated. She will snap and often lash out when annoyed. Usually her fits of irritation result in someone being bitten. But as soon as she’s able to let out her anger, she is back to her sweet self. … until the next thing bugs her.
Though she is neither a mother nor weak, there are few who are as fiercely protective as Guards Well. She is able bodied and strong, good for watching over the young and chasing of that which would harm a clan child. She may never be on patrol, but she is always on guard duty.
Pilgrimage She had searched the swamp over for anything that might be valuable to her. She saw much, and met many kimeti, but… much to her disdain, it was a toma she had seen which gave inspiration to her. The bulky male had vines strapped around him and was dragging along a heavy log, leaving a perfectly plowed line behind him. Whatever the toma was doing, she didn’t care, and she wised he wasn’t doing this in the kimeti’s swamp…
But she knew what she would bring back.
Guard returned to the clan territory, and right away, sought out Longclaw. “With my return, I bring a new way to drain flooding waters, or to till the earth so we might plant seeds of food, or trench the land for whatever means we need.” She explained the harness and heavy log, dragged behind a kin to leave the deep trench. Guard also had ideas about how to adapt it to harvest salt when the waters of the saltlick receded by replacing the log with… a scoop of some kind, if the builders could make one.
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:06 am
When he and Westward Bound had first conceived the notion of the Pilgrimage, they'd done so as a means to increase the resources of the clan. Thus, it had come to be, that Longclaw expected certain things from them. Prey, objects, pelts, bones, information. The apprentices rarely failed to bring back something that could be used, but this was the first time in a long time that the clan head had felt surprised. He stared at the the youngster. He'd heard it for a while now, but Longclaw wasn't really sure if the clouded buck had really brought back a foal. Well. This was a first. Longclaw cleared his throat.
"It is important for us to care for those that cannot care for themselves. All as One you have learned this, and now the life you have saved is also one that you will become responsible for. The clan will help you care for this youngling, but remember that she is yours. Care for her as you would your own blood-daughter, or blood-sister."
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BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE! The winning entries will be becoming canon stories for your new kimetis' pilgrimages, and the sac that All as One found is a part of that. The catch is that this gorgeous little growing doe (colored by Rejam) must be given to someone else. You may give her out however you see fit. However, she will be raised as a Westfen member, and should probably remain one as she ages. Please let us know who you're giving her to when you've decided! : )
Name All as One Proposed Role Gatherer Short Personality All is shy around does. He's very soft spoken, really, really hates being the center of attention and is easily intimidated by other bucks no matter how friendly or nice they are to him. But, he is a very hard worker, excelling at gathering whatever the clan needs and is fiercely loyal to the Westfin. He'd like to settle with a doe one day and have many little ones to help Westfin grow, but doesn't see himself as desirable or having any traits that any does would want in their offspring.
Pilgrimage All as One's acquisition for the clan was easily discernible, even from the flicking shadow and light that was cast upon all who were gathered. He put his gift on the ground and it made a soft noise when it's backside hit the dirt.
The foal's nostrils wriggles as it sniffed around it's new, sudden surroundings. It leaned a little closer to the fire, smelling the scent of burning wood for the first time and make a tiny noise at it's discovery.
"Little over a day old.." he said, watching the foal squirm in the dirt, trying to smell all the new things but lacking the mobility to move around well. "Its' brother and sisters are dead...its' parents are gone I imagine. I came across several sacs that had been ripped open." He paused in hush, reliving the scene as he described it. "Gators or wolves I think..there wasn't much left." He swallowed hard, a look of distaste on his face.
The foal planted it's front hooves on the ground and made a bid to stand up, but only succeeded in scooting it's tiny body forward on the ground a little before it's legs folded back down.
"There was one sac still untouched though." All continued. "I thought it best I would wait, see if I a parent came back to claim or rescue it. It looked like it might emerge soon. Then, it hatched a few days later."
The foal tried again to get on it's legs. All stuck his hoof under the small one's backside and gave it a lift, allowing all four hooves to touch the ground. When he moved his foot away, the foal fell over with a flop and squeeked it's frustration. Other members of the clan tittered or cooed at the foal softly.
"I didn't know what else to do with it!" All said, sounding desperate. "I mean, I just couldn't let it be eaten right? So I brought it back here, thought maybe we could do something with it. You know..raise it in the clan...teach it from the start the ways..." he was beginning to sound sheepish about his ideas and he was blushing. "I..I don't know if it's a boy or a girl..someone else can check.."
All as One turned and slipped back into the night, looking downright flustered and embarrassed. The foal turned towards the noises of the others around it and squeeked.
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In conclusion: thank you all for entering! There were so many great entries, and even though we didn't have enough kin to go around this time, we encourage you all to try again for another (or the same!) Westfen member in the future. To help you out, here are some short notes about our favorite parts of the entries that didn't win this time around! DOE ONE iHibari Kyoya - We thought your entry demonstrated Cutting-The-Pulse's personality really well - it was easy for us to see the quick-thinking but slightly absentminded doe from your syntax and diction.
BUCK TWO Kamileunaire - Though they were all hard choices, I (thy removed herself from judging this because of bias) think choosing one of the entries for Buck Two was the hardest. I loved both the entries, both the personalities, and both the Pilgrimage ideas. The rhyming was a nice touch and made me smile!
DOE THREE Celestial Requiem - While you had the only entry for this doe, it was really well-written, and we loved that Landfall exudes personality even as she describes her own pilgrimate, and the matter-of-fact way she talks. She'll make a great addition to the tribe!
BUCK FOUR SilverShieldWolf - Our favorite part of your entry was that you were brave enough to demonstrate Raining Leaves' flaws - he didn't find what he was searching for at first, and that's more than okay. We liked that he set out to do something and failed, but was flexible enough to go for another plan.
DOE FIVE Amorpheous - Take It All Away has a lovely name and a really cute nickname; we really appreciated that you researched a real herb for her entry. Blinded By Silence - We really liked that you attempted to demonstrate how far Silent Flight traveled, and came up with an offering themed with her role within the tribe.
BUCK SIX ashes to the wind - We liked All for Naught's idea and that he took inspiration from the environment around him, rather than another kin.
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 3:50 am
All As One curled in on himself a little and willed himself to just vanish as Longclaw praised his efforts and all the eyes of the clan were upon him. His blue eyes went wide at the clan head's decree. HE would have to be responsible for the baby he brought back?! And on top of that, it was a doe. He didn't know anything about rearing young, let alone female ones!
His lips parted and it was on the tip of his tongue to beg Longclaw to let one of the doe to take the baby to raise her properly, but the plea died in his mouth. He'd just passed his Pilgrimage and was one step closer to becoming a full member of Westfen. To completely reject his orders would be like turning his back on the entire clan.
All As One swallowed hard and he nodded. "O..of course. I will..raise her to become a..paragon the ways of Westfen."
Shade chuckled at their leader's reaction to All As One's finding, watching silently as it squirmed on the cold dirt. With a low to Longclaw, the spotted doe gently lifted one of the smaller pelts and padded over to him. She laid it out and with a grin to her new clan mate, she ever-so gently lifted the baby onto the fur. With a gentle purr of satisfaction, she stepped back with a few final words to the new father.
"I believe in you."
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 3:42 pm
Dual Natures had put his frozen prize inthe outer embers of the fire to cook, and was now chewing lazily on a leg while others around him finished off the rest of the foxbun. His eyes caught everything that happened after him and smiled through the whole ordeal. He reached over and pulled several pieces of the roasted creature away from it's bones. With meat hanging gingerly from his mouth the buck padded lightly over to All As One, Shade, and the newborn doe. Smile still listing lazily across his face, he dropped the meat before them and tossed his head in laughter. "Here I thought I was being clever bringing back frozen food, and you're the one bringing new life to the clan!" He nudged his new clan-brother in the shoulder.
Rift in Stone stood a little apart from the rest of the chattering kin with their happy smiles and amused faces. After being accepted back from his pilgrimage, he had, as always, stepped to the side to watch the proceedings with a cold gaze. Today, it was perhaps less judging than he was usually want to do, but it would return full force because now he was a full fledged member of the tribe and if nothing else would make him more judgmental than he once was, that would. None the less, he refrains from so much as sneering at all for one's unsure, helpless pleading in hopes that the little doe flopping on the ground would be a good offering. Of course it was. Even Chasm for all his belief in his own superiority could see that. It would bolster the clan's numbers and if things went his way, Chasm would see to it that the doe didn't end up so shy and spineless as All as One. The one thing that Chasm could see of value in All for One raising the doe is that she would inherit the fierce loyalty that Chasm had seen displayed in his fellow tribesmember. That was worth keeping. Otherwise, this doe should not be wasted with weakness. No, if she was to be a gatherer or hunter, let her be strong like Guards Well, unyielding like Landfall, clever like Shadow Step, fierce like Dual Natures, strong like he, and loyal like All as One. That. That would be the doe's future within this tribe if Chasm had his way.
//ooc: well you know what, Chasm, not everything revolves around you, you self-centered hunter. cx//
Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:43 am
Landfall raised a scaled brow as Feverfew interrupted a very important moment for her. If she hadn't caught the healer's words in time, she would have let the other doe know just how rude she was being at the moment. Thankfully, she did catch Feverfew's words and instead of a brash remark, Landfall's mouth curved into a confident smirk. As the healer sheepishly returned to the rest of the clan, Landfall looked back to Longclaw and the look in his eyes only made that smirk grow. After such a shining response to the result of her pilgrimage, there was no way she could be denied now. And she wasn't. As confident as she had seemed, it took all her effort to hide the relief that came over her. She couldn't pretend that a part of her still feared that the herb wasn't enough to finally earn her place. But with Longclaw's approval, she was now officially a gatherer of Westfen. Instead of responding with her usual long-windedness, she simply said one word, "Perhaps." Then she stepped aside for the next pilgrim awaiting judgment from their leader.
The buck's red eyes narrowed as a familiar voice encroached most unwantingly upon his red-kissed ears. He turned, letting them fall on the buck who rebutted his answer.
"Desert." His ears fell and his mane bristled, but he reined himself in. They were in the presence of strangers, after all, strangers with new stories. His scowl melted into a forced smile, though his eyes remained sharp and cold, "A respectful answer. It does make sense, after all, more so than mine, at least."
But Watch's attention was quickly drawn away; the presenting of the apprentice's findings. Ignoring his non-father, the buck stepped forward, closer, drinking in all the details. The trench-maker, the herbs, the pelts, they all were wonderful finds. He found the frozen kill as most interesting. And the child! Oh how it reminded him of his own. His heart warmed at the thought of his daughters prancing about.
But the story... He listened intently, recording every word. It was a wonderful fable, full of suspense, fear, and a wonderful lesson as well. And the reward! Wonderful, just wonderful. He'd remember that one for their next gathering.
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"Well, now that we've gotten that over with, lets share some stories eh? Can't have the youngsters hogging all the glory can we? Or maybe just something to distract All as One from his new burden."
The poor buck looked like he was going to kneel over. But Longclaw had done the right thing, this responsibility would be good for the buck, and the other youngsters too.
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Guards Well’s ears folded back when it looked like Longclaw wasn’t impressed with her gift, but… he wasn’t the one that spoke. Her eyes snapped towards Westward Bound spoke. There was a slight bit of pride filling her as he praised her for thinking of the whole clan. Finally, her blue eyes shone happily when he welcomed her to the clan. “Thank you.” She bowed her head happily and stepped aside as others brought their gifts.
