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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 3:35 pm
 It has been quiet, recently. For Bird's Eye view, it has been too quiet. Hunter that she is -- scout to her core, bedecked in more feathers that even usual, right now, and with her wild Bundle circling overhead -- she is left feeling restless, frustrated. There have been no floods, this year. There have been no plagues, no beastly giant bears, no over-population of hungry caiman. The Vale has had little purpose, other than cleaning up what damage still lingers from last year's fire, and while some might see the good in that, for this particular doe it means stagnation. It means frustration. She must do something. Anything. And so this is their first year at the Flower festival at the edge of Kiokote territory, a heavy log in front of the grounds they have staked out marked with a sloping 'u' shape that is associated with the Vale. For once, the territory they have carved for themselves is small, only big enough to house the kin that have come along, to allow them room to sleep and store what rations they have brought with them. Hopefully, by the end of the festival, they will have somewhere new to go. They have spread, by word of mouth to those they have bumped into along the way and anyone who arrived early at the festival, that they are looking for strange plants. Even more so, they are looking for sickly ones, ones that have sprouted where they do not belong, or which have sprouted weakly, meekly, wrinkled and small, sorry and underdeveloped. They search for plague or death. They search for something to occupy their attentions, and something new to fix. And maybe they'll recruit just a little, while they're here. ____________________________ OOC NOTE:The Vale is here, as stated above, to search for any sickly, plagued, underdeveloped, or even over-developed plant life that might need their attention. We encourage you, then, to come by having found something to show them, in the hopes that it's what they're looking for -- but you're also welcome to just stop by and ask them what they're about, or otherwise chat with Tribe members who are currently at the festival. We might be willing to recruit, if you're interested in joining the tribe, but it will probably be relatively small numbers, since there's so little that needs doing right now. If you're interested in joining, try to make a case for yourself through RP to one of the Elders who is active in the thread.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 9:47 pm
 It has been quiet for Wintershadow, too, and the Caretakers -- at least in these times -- find themselves still up to their ears in, well, caretaking duty. When an opportunity to go and do something else, somewhere else, arose... Shadow quickly left his authority in the hands of Wood Spider and Heartstone .. and followed in Bird's tracks to the flower festival. He has brought few rations aside from food -- he is not a picky eater, he can forage -- and looks around at the clearing. There are not as many kin here as he'd suspected, but the morning is young, and they will likely come. Hopefully.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 3:47 pm
 While life might not exactly be considered quiet for a head scout -- hunting for food and patrolling the borders of the tribe's domain were not tasks that ever really got finished, really -- the lack of populations of animals to cull or illness to fight had certainly made the daily routine of life a bit boring lately. And when it was boring, Knapweed got ansty. And when Knapweed got antsy, she was snippy and grumpy and not the most fun doe to be around.  So despite the fact that she was perhaps not the most pleasant company lately, she had been allowed to join Wintershadow and Bird's Eye View in their excursion to the Flower Festival. She wasn't much interested in flowers, per se, but the opportunity of doing something different for a few days had piqued her interest -- and of course the group from the tribe would still need to be hunted for, and it never hurt to have an able-bodied guard or two around. So here Knapweed is, standing with a look of restless unease by the tribe's current store of food, her eagle Unangled circling lazily overhead. Her long tail twitches idly. "Doesn't look like much," she remarks to whoever of her tribemates wishes to hear, scuffing a hoof in the dirt impatiently. "Or not much of interest to us, at least. Do you really think we'll get a job here?" This last is directed in the general direction of her leaders.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:51 pm
 Whisper was not feeling antsy. Nor bored. No, the white doe simply wants to revel in the activity of a large event once more. Never once has she minded that most kin have a near impossible time hearing her above the cacophony of all the other kin converged on the one spot. She doesn't even need to talk in most cases, and the flower festival was no exception. She has Messenger, her beloved songbird, to help her communicate.  So Whisper has come with her tribe. A smile fixed on her face, and a large flower fixing her hair behind an ear. She sees her father, and her smile grows. She watches Bird's Eye View and her eyes glow with respect. She hears Knapweed, and her heart fills with affection. Turning her head to the more agitated doe, she pushes a nose against the other doe's cheek. "Remember that we're looking for plants that may need our special care," it comes out as a low and course whisper. She fancies herself the more gentle and approachable face of The Vale, and hopes she can do some recruiting while they're at the festival. Whether or not any of that is true remains to be seen.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 2:30 am
 It was a very hesitant creature that finally approached the Vale tribe area. The Zikwa kept stopping and starting, sometimes pretending to look at his hooves or to inspect a cloud in the sky. He crept in from the side, sidling closer and then stood awkwardly on the spot, hoping someone would take notice. A shriveled plant was clamped tightly in his jaws, dark leaves drooping and looking terribly sorry for itself. Plague waited, eyes wide and heart hammering in his chest.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 7:17 am
 Standing in the background, letting the kimeti do their thing, the younger kiokote watched the affairs of the on-going flowers. He was looking back and forth at all the flowers. It was in the middle of turning back that Night Tears watched the Zikwa doing something different, almost nervous like. Well, time for him to find out what was going on, and if he could help in any way. Prancing up to the new creature, Tears saw a poor plant in its jaws. He wasn't exactly sure who was sadder looking. "Morning, my friend. What do we have here?" He looked a bit closer at the plant and scrunched up his face, trying to remember where he might of saw one like that. His duties with the tribe left him little time at his den, so now he knew more plants and that was even better. Behind him was Soft Feathers, picking at the flowers that were still in his tail.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:20 am
LOLLI qAq uh oh knapweed's gonna have a crush Knapweed sighs resignedly and lets the tense muscles of her shoulders relax as Whisper nuzzles against her cheek. Her ears flick forward, splaying wide to better hear her quiet tribesmate's words -- an automatic reaction trained into her from many hours in the other doe's company. "I know," she replies, tossing her head to flick the longer strands of her hair behind her ears, "but I still hate all this waiting around."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 12:08 pm
Whisper nods her head at her tribemate's frustration, and if she were a less patient doe she would feel the same. "I am sure there will be many things for you to do soon enough," she says with another touch of her nose to Knapweed. "It seems as though activity may already be picking up for us." She turns her face and attention to the anxious looking zikwa and another of their tribe members. Her ears are twitching towards the pair as she tries to listen, but not intrude. hybridic Whisper is smitten. You'll have no complaints from either of us. xD
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 1:23 pm
 At the back of the group, a totoma seethed quietly, laying on the ground with his legs tucked under his belly.
When he'd heard that some of his tribesmen would be traveling, he'd immediately offered to go with them to carry their goods. He hadn't thought to ask just where they were going. Duty called them here, to keep an eye on the life the swamp provided, to keep everything in balance and true... but of all the things that could need their touch, a flower festival seemed almost insulting. The very concept of it rankled in him - to him, a celebration of something so useless seemed... frivolous, at best. What was the point?
So instead of wandering around and meeting people, like the event was an excuse to do, he stayed with his group and brooded, waiting for some kind of order, direction, or suggestion. His eagle - a precious honor, a gift from the leader he'd sworn to follow - was nowhere to be seen, probably killing something to eat. The totoma was jealous.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 2:26 pm
One of Wintershadow's ears flicks their way -- towards Whisper and Knapweed -- and then finally the buck makes his quiet way over to them, looking at Knapweed and then his daughter in turn. He regards them quietly, blue eyes calm, and then tilts his head to indicate the swelling numbers of kin that are beginning to fill the field. "Why don't you two go for a walk? See if you can find anything here that looks odd. Strike up a conversation."
And, he says, after a pause, "Bring the totoma with you." Shadow is as nonjudgmental as they come, certainly much more so than Bird, and the totoma's brooding is still beginning to rankle.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 2:56 pm
Knapweed straightens up as Wintershadow approaches, ears flicked back in an expression of deference, ready to take an order from one of her leaders."Sounds good," she replies, nodding at the buck and flicking her long tail out to sweep behind Whisper like an encircling arm. "I need to do something or I'm gonna lose it." She looks over her shoulder back to where the nameless totoma -- one of her scouts -- stands rankling. "Totoma!" she calls, flicking an ear at him. "Come along with us. You look about as antsy as me just standing there."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 5:48 pm
 As he was addressed, the Zikwa’s knees gave a little tremble. He bent down, dropping the plant carefully at the Kiokote’s hooves. "I heard you wanted sick plants." He murmured, staring downwards at his offering.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 6:12 pm
Tears felt that another was looking over towards them and gave a quick look. It was Whisper, so he gave her a nod. "Yes, my friend, we are. I am Night Tears, and by the look of that plant. I would say you gave me something to find out about." The red buck leaned down, looking at the plant. "Could you give me an area of where you found this? And were there more like this one?" His questions came out as he thought of them. "Actually, if you want to come over here, to show the rest, we can all work it out." The buck was excited to do some work and maybe visit with the zikwa.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:03 pm
  Rather a distance away from the mingling group was Undertone. Brown hair pushed back neatly around her neck, dark eyes staring at the ground of the clearing they had claimed as theirs for this gathering.
Like a few others, she was antsy as well, yet she did not speak of it -- she was not one to complain -- at least, out loud. She moved around and busying herself on her own, idly moving twigs away, pushing scattered dead leaves with her nose as her crane faithfully helped her, following and pushing back pebbles that the kimeti may have missed. The doe was fairly content with this, already more entertained, merely wanting to accomplish something for the tribe in this time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 1:38 am
 "Oh..." The Zikwa turned around on the spot. "West and then north. I have a garden..." He trailed off when the Kiokote mentioned talking to the rest of the tribe. He peered anxiously around the larger buck. There didn't seem to be too many of them and some even seemed to be leaving. "Well, okay. If you think it will help..."
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