.Ever Green.] a literate tribe-cat rpg

^{It is said that the tribes that currently live in the Kiška mountains were not always the mountain's solitary owners. Kiška was once a land that inhibited large quantities of cats; rogue cats from all places that banded into small groups of no more than five. These cats were sent ominous dreams from their dead loved ones, telling them to form what was known as "tribes" in the nearby mountains of their rural home. The reason? A dangerous force was coming and these "founding" cats could not afford to be wiped out. Some cats did as they were told, solemnly following the starry and mysterious cats that forewarned of a great disaster. Others merely hissed at the inconceivable thought of leaving their home to run around in a place they knew they were not destined to be.

Some cats did make the perilous journey, crossing through the Pink-Skinned's rough patches of neighboring lots, stumbling into the unknown they knew as the Kiška mountains. When the cats finally settled in enough to form tribes, there were more than enough for one tribe; three considerable tribes were formed. The tribes were named for the places of their terrains; The tribe of Falling Rain was situated near a constantly flowing water fall that sprayed mist and flecks all year round, excluding leaf-bare. The tribe of Tall Rocks was positioned in a rocky habitat; all the cats living here would need extra strong hind legs to manage around the dangerous cliffs and drop offs they might encounter. The last tribe was one of the fiercest; they unanimously desired a place that held the hot geysers of the mountain's most southern tip. They were quite feisty around the other tribes and most of the time didn't stray far from their group during the contemplation of this planning. They had been together the longest and back in the forest from which they came, had been one of the biggest groups, amounting up to twenty and counting.

The tribes soon made borders as they made the place they had been sent to a type of home. They set up the places that would become frequently used hunting grounds and apprentice training areas, while others helped in making their camps more adequate to their essential needs. Once in a while a border skirmish called the whole tribe's attention, but for the most part life was good. They were not suffering the horrid fate the cats who had fatefully chosen to stay were having to deal with. After a month of setting paw in the mountains, a few stragglers that stayed behind were found on a journey much too far away from their forest home to be anything but a struggle to survive. They carried scars and burnt pelts that smelled just as horrible as they looked; beaten and starved beyond recognition. Cats were easily terrified of what disasters might be surrounding the lost cats back in their previous home and some debate quietly spread like wildfire though the tribes; What action or actions should be taken against or for these "intruders"?

As was certainly expected, The Tribe of Spitting Fire refused to let any of the crazed cats enter their slim border; they attacked their previous forest-mates calling them names left unsaid and refusing to even look back as they died before their eyes. It could be understood though; these cats valued the life they chose to accept back when the choice was clearly given, and they held no sympathy for the horrific wonders the new cats posed. The other two tribes were more divided; loyalties to family members and close friends that had stayed behind arose as the tensions ran deeper with each passing day. The Tribe of Tall Rocks decided this was not for them to vote on and left it to their ancestors to once again answer. But the question the tribe asked has not been answered and the newer arriving cats were herded towards the Falling Rain border with long faces. Consequently, the Tribe of Falling Rain caved in with good hospitality and allowed the new cats to join their tribe. A strange, unnatural occurrence happened then that shook the cats from inside out.

Colors. Every color of the rainbow was spotted on a newly born litter in the Tribe of Falling Rain, right after the kitten's mother announced she happily took a "Novo", as they are now being refereed to, as her mate. Is this odd pairing of the Novo affected tom responsible for the vibrant and unnatural color in the kittens? Most from the tribe believed so and it spread much speculation on whether these cats should be allowed to stay after such boisterous results. The kittens grew and with them grew more of the same; freakishly colored cats with the weirdest shapes and patterns it was only a matter of time before they were spotted on patrol. Unfortunately, the border that they happened to be patrolling was held with the Tribe of Spitting Fire and the particular patrol held some of Spitting Fire's most hostile cats. They immediately attacked with ruthless skill, killing the three first born colored cats that had made it into this world. It was war from them on. It has been draining all the tribe's resources for about six moons now and the devastation has no looks of stopping. The tribe's points have been made clear; but will their inner conscious be clean if one tribe stands dead before them? A few of the rapidly growing colored cats have tried to stand up to the immeasurable hostility of the Tribe of Spitting Fire; to no avail. The Tribe of Tall Rocks still refuses to become involved, even when the two differing tribes between them are both begging for their help in this tribal war. Who can stop it? Can your cat make a difference in this blood bath and save the colored? Or do you stand with the tribe of Spitting Fire in exterminating all the genetic miss-haps? The future looks uncertain. . .}

Weather Forecast	Rainfall News	Our Staff
^{-image coming- The month of August is very hot and all animals try to get into the shade. Although there are some scatterd showers, it's mostly sunny and humid out, making the prey dig further into their dens. Year 1 { greenleaf High { 90°F Low { 50°F Prey Level { low-moderate Birthing { yes Breeding { yes}	^{News: 8-18-09 Hey everyone! Alright so the admins and our graphic designer, Image, have been working really hard on this site. We're hoping to finish up some last minute adjustments and the get this show on the road. Thanks for your patients and a big thanks goes out to Image for making most of this possible. -Rauch Rules: 4-17-09 Heads up! For each cat you'll need to make or get someone to make a 50x50 icon of your cat. These will be used inside the boards and you'll see what I mean once I get them set up. Simply go browse the Art Studios or ask me to make you one; I'll try to include all the must-haves inside the rules if you plan on making your own. -Image News: 4-9-09 Whoo! The site is very close to being done in design; I'll then be handing it over to Rauch for the rest of the work. We've gotten a nice skin and I think after I edit a few things, It will really start to look nice. -Image}	^{Admin: Raüch ~Zeny~ Mods: None Graphic Designer: Image}
Tribe Status'	Plot	COTM
^{Tribe of Falling Rain} 2 cats : Open : Open : Open Tribe of Tall Rocks} 1 cat : Open : Open : Open Tribe of Spitting Fire} 1 cat : Scratch of Many Sticks : Open : Open KEY: Tribe Name Here} : Leader : Adviser : Healer}	^{It is said that the tribes that currently live in the Kiška mountains were not always the mountain's solitary owners. Kiška was once a land that inhibited large quantities of cats; rogue cats from all places that banded into small groups of no more than five. These cats were sent ominous dreams from their dead loved ones, telling them to form what was known as "tribes" in the nearby mountains of their rural home. The reason? A dangerous force was coming and these "founding" cats could not afford to be wiped out. Some cats did as they were told, solemnly following the starry and mysterious cats that forewarned of a great disaster. Others merely hissed at the inconceivable thought of leaving their home to run around in a place they knew they were not destined to be. Some cats did make the perilous journey, crossing through the Pink-Skinned's rough patches of neighboring lots, stumbling into the unknown they knew as the Kiška mountains. When the cats finally settled in enough to form tribes, there were more than enough for one tribe; three considerable tribes were formed. The tribes were named for the places of their terrains; The tribe of Falling Rain was situated near a constantly flowing water fall that sprayed mist and flecks all year round, excluding leaf-bare. The tribe of Tall Rocks was positioned in a rocky habitat; all the cats living here would need extra strong hind legs to manage around the dangerous cliffs and drop offs they might encounter. The last tribe was one of the fiercest; they unanimously desired a place that held the hot geysers of the mountain's most southern tip. They were quite feisty around the other tribes and most of the time didn't stray far from their group during the contemplation of this planning. They had been together the longest and back in the forest from which they came, had been one of the biggest groups, amounting up to twenty and counting. The tribes soon made borders as they made the place they had been sent to a type of home. They set up the places that would become frequently used hunting grounds and apprentice training areas, while others helped in making their camps more adequate to their essential needs. Once in a while a border skirmish called the whole tribe's attention, but for the most part life was good. They were not suffering the horrid fate the cats who had fatefully chosen to stay were having to deal with. After a month of setting paw in the mountains, a few stragglers that stayed behind were found on a journey much too far away from their forest home to be anything but a struggle to survive. They carried scars and burnt pelts that smelled just as horrible as they looked; beaten and starved beyond recognition. Cats were easily terrified of what disasters might be surrounding the lost cats back in their previous home and some debate quietly spread like wildfire though the tribes; What action or actions should be taken against or for these "intruders"? As was certainly expected, The Tribe of Spitting Fire refused to let any of the crazed cats enter their slim border; they attacked their previous forest-mates calling them names left unsaid and refusing to even look back as they died before their eyes. It could be understood though; these cats valued the life they chose to accept back when the choice was clearly given, and they held no sympathy for the horrific wonders the new cats posed. The other two tribes were more divided; loyalties to family members and close friends that had stayed behind arose as the tensions ran deeper with each passing day. The Tribe of Tall Rocks decided this was not for them to vote on and left it to their ancestors to once again answer. But the question the tribe asked has not been answered and the newer arriving cats were herded towards the Falling Rain border with long faces. Consequently, the Tribe of Falling Rain caved in with good hospitality and allowed the new cats to join their tribe. A strange, unnatural occurrence happened then that shook the cats from inside out. Colors. Every color of the rainbow was spotted on a newly born litter in the Tribe of Falling Rain, right after the kitten's mother announced she happily took a "Novo", as they are now being refereed to, as her mate. Is this odd pairing of the Novo affected tom responsible for the vibrant and unnatural color in the kittens? Most from the tribe believed so and it spread much speculation on whether these cats should be allowed to stay after such boisterous results. The kittens grew and with them grew more of the same; freakishly colored cats with the weirdest shapes and patterns it was only a matter of time before they were spotted on patrol. Unfortunately, the border that they happened to be patrolling was held with the Tribe of Spitting Fire and the particular patrol held some of Spitting Fire's most hostile cats. They immediately attacked with ruthless skill, killing the three first born colored cats that had made it into this world. It was war from them on. It has been draining all the tribe's resources for about six moons now and the devastation has no looks of stopping. The tribe's points have been made clear; but will their inner conscious be clean if one tribe stands dead before them? A few of the rapidly growing colored cats have tried to stand up to the immeasurable hostility of the Tribe of Spitting Fire; to no avail. The Tribe of Tall Rocks still refuses to become involved, even when the two differing tribes between them are both begging for their help in this tribal war. Who can stop it? Can your cat make a difference in this blood bath and save the colored? Or do you stand with the tribe of Spitting Fire in exterminating all the genetic miss-haps? The future looks uncertain. . .}	^coming.
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