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THE STORY
By: Raven` Date: March 13, 2017, 8:48 pm
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Silhouette.
That was the name the retched workers in this tribe gave her.
The one's only dotted with black and not consumed by it. The
one's who reveled in the heat, and who's lives weren't
threatened by it. She watched, day in and day out, as her tribe
mates did their daily chores - on fire, or not. It was normal
for them, to be set aflame in the middle of a heated
conversation, or stressed, or happy. The Chief was always on
fire. Maybe that meant he was always stressed; maybe that meant
he wasn't.
Today would be the day Sihlo would learn if she would be able to
climb the ranks, like her siblings would be able to. She was
nervous, hearing stories of very few like her before, who were
kicked out for not being valuable. Their very own great
grandaunt was like her, though she was tossed out with the trash
from the night before. Rumor had it that the neighborhood hogs
took her away for a snack. Sihlo didn't want that. She was glad
her mother fought to feed her until she could fend for herself.
The black serval opened her dark eyes slowly, easily welcoming
the cold that embraced her. Most of her siblings were already
gone, perhaps being groomed to perfection. One lay with her
though - the other outcast of the tribe. Her lovely, paranoid
brother. Pyromania. He was like the others, but he didn't share
their passion as much as he should have. He was the one she was
closest to, as her cool pelt often kept him calm. She stayed in
the shadows to maintain the cold pelt - and to maintain his
friendship.
Sihlo peaked out of the little hole they, and their other
siblings, rested in. Mother slept with them every so often, but
as they got bigger, she couldn't fit, and returned back to her
duties. Father was one of three males she often flirted with -
perhaps all three, as felines could, oddly, work like that. She
often wondered which carried the trait she was given - perhaps
it was Scratch, with the twisted forepaw and the sharp glare.
Or, maybe, Speckle, who was calm, but had his spotting in
irregular patterns. She couldn't imagine the Chieftain, Sir
Ramses, was the one to do this to her. Though, she was unsure.
Maybe it came from Mother - she was the one who told her the
story of her great grandaunt.
Speaking of possibly fathers, the young serval perked her
rounded ears at the sound of their Chieftain's cry, a signal to
join for a quick gathering. Mother peaked her head into the
little hole, eyes soft yet excited for her kittens. "Pyro,
Sihlo, c'mon! It's finally your day." Mother was nice. Mother
kept them safe. Sihlo liked Mother, a lot. The young melanistic
serval pushed herself to her paws, nodding to the other with a
smile.
"I will wake Pyro, Mother, do not worry." Mother had taught her
to be polite, quiet, don't use contractions often. The Chieftain
will like a calm, regal girl in his court. Maybe, if she was
lucky, she would be chosen as his new wife. Sihlo didn't want
that, but it was better than being tossed out and eaten by hogs.
Mother left the hole and trotted off, several smaller feet
trailing after her. Their siblings had short names; Bug, Branch,
Little, and Sparrow. Sihlo was unsure why mother decided to give
her and Pyro long names; maybe she knew they were different.
That they were special. The black serval turned to her brother,
nudging him to his sleepy paws and leading him out of the hole
and into the small clearing. Once he was awake, he found his way
towards Mother and sat near her. Sihlo wasn't too far behind.
Sir Ramses only gave a short nod to the children as they joined
the crowd, opening his mouth to begin.
"Spring has been, thus far, plentiful to our tribe. We have made
plenty of new workers, new trainees, and we still have yet to
officially welcome Daisy's new litter." He smirked a bit as the
pelt of the feline flared up, eyes landing on her. Sihlo felt a
few skim over her, though learned to ignore it. She pressed into
her mother's side, ignoring the shiver Mother produced. "Today,
I will be making Spirit's litter trainees. Normally, I would
give the eldest to their father, but as we all know, Spirit
liked to go around." Light laughter covered the grounds, even
her own mother joined in.
"So, instead, I will give Branch to my noble, Cloud." Sihlo's
eldest brother trotted out with pride, excitement easily seen in
how his flared up pelt was kept. He sauntered up to the large
she-serval, bumping heads before moving out of the way. Sir
Ramses continued, his smirk unwavering. "Little, I would like
you to train under me." he hummed. Sihlo's small, yet long
legged sister, squeaked out of surprise. She was anxious, but
excited. Everyone could feel it.
"Thank you, Chieftain Ramses-" he hushed her, bumping his head
against hers and subtly nipping her ear.
"You do know, its Sir Ramses to you, Little." he reminded. She
gave a short nod before joining his other few trainees that he
had taken on. One was heavy with children, and it was no secret
who's they were. Ramses had first pick to the girls he wanted to
impregnate, to spread his genes all throughout. He continued on,
down the line of age. Sparrow was next, then Bug. And soon
enough, it was her. Pyro would be last, as he was the runt. It
was custom.
"Pyro." Sihlo blinked. She was older than her brother. Why was
he called first? Mother returned the former gesture by pressing
against her, whispering a 'it'll be okay' as Sir Ramses
continued. "You're quiet, and a bit different than the rest of
us. I'm sure you'll get along with Speckle, as his apprentice."
Speckle was the tribe's healer. Therefore, Pyro would train to
be one, too. The black serval kitten was proud for her brother,
though nervous for herself.
"Alright, that is all." Sir Ramses finished, with a flick of his
ear. The crowd faltered, eyes falling on the forgotten black
she-kit. Pelts flared up with nervousness, curiosity. Beside
her, Mother's flared up with anger.
"Chieftain Ramses, you forgot about Silhouette." Mother reminded
before the tom could leave his spot. He glared down upon the
thin mother, ears twitching with annoyance.
"She would need to be forgotten, anyways. I was hoping to do
this in private, my dear Spirit, but your precious.... Shadow,
will need to leave. Forever." Sir Ramses came down from his
rock, the crowd splitting for their Chieftain. Pyro watched with
wide eyes, stuck to the side of his mentor, and possible father.
Behind him, Scratch stood, easily towering over the Chieftain
and serving as a bodyguard. Daisy squeaked and ducked into her
hole, deciding to hide with her newborns.
"What...?" Sihlo watched as her mother's fire faltered, before
flaring up once more and being tinged with blue this time
around. "Ramses! You can't just do that! Sihlo had been working
the past five moons to impress you, you can't just toss her out
like this!" Spirit's anger burned Sihlo, though the she-kitten
pressed close to her mother, in fear of being torn away. Sir
Ramses was silent, his short tail flicking behind him. Without a
word, he twitched his ear, and Scratch launched.
Within seconds, Sihlo was torn from her mother's side by her
siblings. Screams were heard, shouts of anguish and pain. Sihlo
couldn't even decipher her own voice from that of her siblings.
The last thing heard from the bunch was one unified cry:
"MOTHER!"
Scratch walked away from the mangled and bleeding body of
Spirit. She wasn't moving, as she was gone with the first blow,
and only further torn apart to make an example. The male who did
the attack turned towards the children, eyes hardened but ears
flat against his head. He was one of her three lovers; those
kids could be his. He would never know.
Everyone was silent. A few pelts were extinguished, or barely
flaring up as they stared from the edges of the camp. The only
sounds that could be heard were the cries of Daisy's new litter.
Sir Ramses hadn't moved since the beginning of the fight, and
stood stiller than stone as he stared down at Spirit. Suddenly,
he craned his neck towards the litter. Pelts were lit, turning
blue or barely flickering. All except for Sihlo, who sat in the
middle of them, silently sobbing. He strode towards her, eyes
now following his moves. Branch growled, Bug swiped a paw in the
air near Sir Ramses. Little and Sparrow both growled, but pulled
back Pyro from being next to be judged. If they could save one
sibling, they would save the somewhat normal one.
Sihlo didn't move, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Sir
Ramses unsheathed his claws and held one under her neck, tilting
her slim head up to look into her eyes. He was still silent,
calculating. He walked around her dark form, ushering away her
siblings to get a better look at the specimen.
"I've changed my mind." Fires crackled as Sir Ramses spoke. Even
Daisy poked her head out again, ears back as she watched from a
distance. "She has soft fur, much like my first wife, Catalina.
Strong legs, puffy cheeks." He listed off her assets, his smirk
regrowing on her face. "Silhouette will be my new wife. The
wedding with commence at sunhigh." A round of gasps could be
heard. Being Sir Ramses' baby momma was one thing; but his wife
was a whole other level. She would be on the ground of the
nobles, she would be respected. But she would also be his, and
he did just kill her mother.
Still, the child didn't say no. She didn't trust her voice to
work that much. She only numbly nodded, and with that, followed
a few she-cat's to the wedding cave, where she would be fitted
for a little veil and asked her favorite color, along with other
meaningless questions to past the time. She wouldn't answer. She
didn't care. She just wanted Mother back.
Sunhigh came faster than she wanted. Spirit's body was cleared
from camp and her blood was cleansed from the ground. Speckle
approached the head of the camp, Pyro in tow. He settled down,
eyes narrowed before he called out, signalling that the wedding
would start. Sir Ramses came first, sitting beside Speckle with
a debonair grin. Her siblings were situated off to the sides,
where bride's maids and groom's men would be. Soon enough, Sihlo
was directed down the isle her tribemates created, a short white
veil covering her dark face and contrasting greatly.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." Speckle began,
though Sihlo soon tuned him out. She stared, blankly, at her
soon to be husband. Her gaze wandered to her siblings, their
emotions barely hidden by their flames. Pyro mouthed something -
she couldn't decipher it, as she had gotten caught up in Sir
Ramses' vows. It was her turn, now. She opted for the
traditional vows, as she didn't want to give him the
satisfaction of her actually trying.
"Do you, Chieftain Ramses of the Fire Pelted Tribe, take
Silhouette to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Speckle finally
said.
"I do." Sir Ramses didn't wait a beat. He turned his stone cold
gaze to the young fem, paws itching to get a hold of her. She
would've been the youngest wife he had taken. It was a new
achievement, a new joy he had yet to take. Sure, he took the
innocence of those her age before, but it was different. She
would be wedded to him, and would be killed if she went with
anyone else.
"Do you, Silhouette of Spirit's last litter, take Chieftain
Ramses to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
His paws were already throwing her veil back. She could barely
utter the syllables before he came close and crashed his lips
against her. She whimpered and pulled herself away, only to be
brought back by his arm. He hugged her, harshly, as she sat like
she was glued to his side.
"Then, in the name of the Gods above, I pronounce you Husband
and Wife." Speckle continued without skipping a beat. A round of
cheers came and went, only to flare up once more when Sir Ramses
looked agitated. He rolled his eyes and flicked his tail.
"Everyone go to your dens. You have the rest of the day free to
do whatever you wish. Well, as long as that doesn't involve
bothering my honeymoon." He turned his face to his new wife's
brushing his cheek against her before pushing her towards her
new den. She still wouldn't be allowed to spend the night with
him in his den; only if she provided him children. Most of his
wives didn't last that long, and if they did, they mysteriously
left the day after announcing.
The rest of the night was uneventful for most of the tribe. No
one worried for the safety of the child betrothed to their
wicked leader. She would be alive the next day, as he was gentle
with first timers. It was the next day where everyone would let
fear set in for their little black outcast.
Morning came and Sihlo woke up, stretching out her stiff joints.
Sir Ramses was next to her, still, as he didn't want to leave
for his den the night prior. Perhaps he was afraid she would
run, she didn't know. She peered out of the den and spotted her
siblings gathering around, and for once in the past few hours,
she smiled. She moved to leave, only to be stopped by her new
husband.
"It's barely dawn, my little Shadow. Why are you leaving?" his
tone was scratchy, but strict. It sent fear down her back, but
she didn't dare look back. She didn't want to look at him ever
again, if it was possible.
"I'm going to see my siblings. They're about to leave." she
stated slowly, tail low with submission. She could practically
hear him debating whether or not to let her go, before resting
her head on the ground and feigning a defeated sigh.
"Be back in five minutes, ten minutes tops." the chieftain
rumbled, his snores soon echoing around the straw den. She gave
a faint nod before hopping out of her den and stumbling out to
meet her siblings. Immediately, Bug and Sparrow were at her
sides, taking turns asking questions. The other three just
stared in silence, Pyro's eyes, specifically, directed towards
the den she left.
"What was it like? Are you okay? How are you alive?" Bug and
Sparrow alternated, earning shrugs from their dark furred
sister. When they calmed down, Sihlo spoke, her tone even as
usual, though it did crack a few times.
"How long do his wives usually last?" she finally asked. Branch
spoke, anger creeping into his voice, along with his flames.
"I heard the longest was two weeks, before she 'ran away'." The
eldest rumbled. "But you'll last longer than that, Sihlo. You
were destined to live way longer than his wives usually do."
Branch continued, his tail lashing behind him.
"I don't mean to be the downer, but everyone knows that the only
way she'll survive is if Ramses dies-"
"Bug! Don't say that out loud! He could have our head's next."
Little hushed her sister, pulling her into a crushing hug and
looking around. The only one nearby was Daisy, and the young
mother seemed busy with her tottering kittens. Pyro's eyes
narrowed, before speaking.
"Sihlo, I'm gonna catch you a nice, fat rabbit today, okay?
It'll be brown, with white paws. You'll know its for you because
I'll leave some mint with it." the tom spoke, ears flicked back
as his fur flickered with annoyance. "It will be there, soon.
Just be sure you're looking for it before noon time, okay?" His
voice was serious, losing the timid facade it usually contained.
The she-cat nodded slowly, before hearing her husbands voice.
"If you're going to be out here for this long, bring me back a
mouse!" he demanded before slinking back into her den. Sparrow
nudged his breakfast, which happened to be a mouse, towards his
sister.
"My trainer said he would catch me something on the way out." he
reassured, before taking his leave. Little and Branch followed
in suit, Bug quickly finishing her mole before pouncing after
them. Pyro subtly dipped her head before turning to go back to
his den. With a deep breath, the she-cat took the mouse and
walked, slowly, back to her husband.
She obeyed Pyro's wishes, leaving her den for an afternoon snack
once the sun sat in the sky. She sat with her back to the den,
eyeing the pile before sorting through it, and searching for the
bunny he possibly got her. Soon enough, she heard screaming and
smelled smoke. With a quarter turn, the she-cat could see her
new room, up in flames. It wasn't unheard of - a majority of the
tribe, other than her, had flame pelts.Things set on fire, so
they set up procedures to put it out.
Though, as the flames died with everyone's efforts, so did a new
reveal. Pyro sat at the entrance of her new home, which was now
burned to bits, with Sir Ramses' scruff in his jaw. He dropped
the Chieftain, who crumpled on the ground. His blood emptied out
of his neck, onto the ground around him. Pyro took a few moments
to brush some of the blood on his lips away before speaking.
"Ramses is dead." he announced, voice level. "Silhouette is your
new Chieftain." again, he continued, tail lashing behind him.
Heads turned to the child, who's eyes were wide. Oh, dear, could
she really manage this? Her own tail flicked and stuck itself
between her legs as eyes turned on her. She couldn't light up
like the rest, but she sure could feel the heat.
"Silhouette!" she heard a brief call, immediately recognizing
the voice of her oldest sibling, Branch. The other's joined in,
chanting her name with smiles and cries of happiness. Soon a few
others joined in, though most of the Tribe still lingered on
their former Chieftain's dead body. Speckle approached, Scratch
right behind him as he examined the crumpled form of the tyrant.
Pyro stood defiantly behind Ramses.
It didn't take long for Scratch to lower his eyes onto the black
serval, who was still frozen with fear and anxiety. Though,
Speckle was the one to speak. "Fire-Pelted Tribe, my young
apprentice is right. Silhouette is now our Chieftain, as being
sworn in as Ramses' wife makes her the Heir until she could
produce one." he spoke slow, ears flicked back. "But, due to the
circumstances, I can not continue training a murderer as our
healer. Pyromania, I am demoting you from where you stand. You
will train, normally, amongst your siblings." the soft spoken
healer dipped his head before ushering the noble to pick up the
corpse and follow him, so that they may bury it.
Pyro only rolled his eyes and gave a nod, as he wasn't too sad
about his demotion. His fur still sparked, angry, and he looked
much older than he really was. Little climbed up the ramp to
lead him down, and hopefully clean the rest of the blood off of
him.
"C'mon, Sihlo! Everyone wants to hear from you!" Bug, well,
bugged the new Chieftain, who let out a yelp as she and Sparrow
pushed their younger sibling up the ramp, over to where Ramses
was dropped minutes before. It felt like hours, really, and the
she-cat didn't know what to say. Eyes were on her, her ears felt
like they were aflame, but she knew they weren't.
"Um - ah.." she gulped, looking around. She took a deep breath
before turning around, climbing the rest of the way to settle in
front of Ramses' old den - her new one. "Um, felines, of the
Fire-Pelted Tribe. I know this development is... is new. It iss
different. Some of us liked Sir Ramses, while others..." she
shook her head, continuing on. "He was a God among mortals, and
now he may continue that role up in our Heavens. He is safe,
now, from mortal wounds and hardships. As we are from him." she
took another deep breath, scanning the crowd. She had never
spoke this much before, nevertheless even recognized how many
there were. She was always stuck in her hole, protected from the
workers and hunters who wanted her out.
"I would also like to say that my mother, Spirit, will be
considered a Goddess in her own way. Spirit was an amazing
mother, she fought for my life as well as the safety from all of
her children. She was not perfect, but she was the best I could
ask for." the child wiped away a tear and turned her head to the
sky. "I am asking the Gods, please, accept my mother among your
ranks. She protected me, and I wish I could make it up to her in
any way possible." her voice shook as she turned back to the
crowd. Her siblings sat close together, both Branch and Pyro
ushering her on.
"That said, Scratch, I'm sure Spirit forgives you." the tom was
entering the camp as she spoke, Speckle soon behind him. "But, I
cannot. Not yet, and not anytime soon. For that, I am demoting
you back to Worker. You may become a Trainer, if you please."
Sihlo breathed, ears flicked back. "I am... I am actually
revoking all noble titles. I'm sorry, but you were loyal to
Ramses, and I don't... I can't risk anything while I try to
rebuild our Tribe. You can try and earn the title back at
anytime, as I know none of you are bad." She was speaking, a
lot. Too much in her opinion, but she couldn't stop.
"I would like to ask... I want Pyro to come and be my Heir. He
will not be my husband, and he is not my offspring, but he is
one of the few that protected me when my life was in danger. He
did it in ways... I do not condone, but because of him, I am
able to live without being treated as an object." Her tail
tapped the ground. "But, due to his mutiny towards our former
Chieftain, I also state that he is not to leave camp for two
weeks." Murmurs of approval sounded around the hollow. It had
been silent until then, other than coughs and subtle whispers.
"I will try to be the best Chieftain I can be. I will put your
needs before my own and... well, hopefully it will go well." she
lowered her gaze, ears flicked back. "Workers, I would like you
to spent the rest of today repairing this hut. You may retire
when the sun sets. Hunters, I would like it if you helped them
by bringing mud and straw back on your trips. As for Trainers, I
want you to train your apprentices. A lot. This change will
render us weak for the next few moons, or until I can lead us
well. I want strong workers and hunters." she stopped, mouth
open before shutting again as she let the orders sink in.
It was dead silent, until her siblings began chanting her name
again, this time with 'Chief' added to the beginning of her
name. Daisy and Weather, the pregnant Trainee of Ramses' from
before, joined in soon after. It wasn't long before a majority
of the tribe, save for a few, were cheering her name and
encouraging her to keep doing her best. She put on a happy
smile, and dipped her head. [b]"Then, that is all. Thank you,
everyone, and let us hope for a nice, and safe, rest of my
reign."
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Re: THE STORY
By: Whoa Date: March 13, 2017, 9:05 pm
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this is really good!
I love the characters and the writing was very well done
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Re: THE STORY
By: Raven` Date: March 14, 2017, 3:20 am
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aaaaah thank you <33 storm and i will be making this into a
roleplay today, so that everyone can have a flame pelted serval
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Re: THE STORY
By: dawnfire111 Date: March 14, 2017, 9:47 am
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oh dANG i am joining
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Re: THE STORY
By: Raven` Date: March 15, 2017, 8:05 am
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ACKKKK
i edited it so the ending is more.... fitting i guess?
its up in the main post butttt here's a spoiler with what i
added:
[spoiler=there is no bolded speech bc im lazy]"Ramses is dead."
he announced, voice level. "Silhouette is your new Chieftain."
again, he continued, tail lashing behind him. Heads turned to
the child, who's eyes were wide. Oh, dear, could she really
manage this? Her own tail flicked and stuck itself between her
legs as eyes turned on her. She couldn't light up like the rest,
but she sure could feel the heat.
"Silhouette!" she heard a brief call, immediately recognizing
the voice of her oldest sibling, Branch. The other's joined in,
chanting her name with smiles and cries of happiness. Soon a few
others joined in, though most of the Tribe still lingered on
their former Chieftain's dead body. Speckle approached, Scratch
right behind him as he examined the crumpled form of the tyrant.
Pyro stood defiantly behind Ramses.
It didn't take long for Scratch to lower his eyes onto the black
serval, who was still frozen with fear and anxiety. Though,
Speckle was the one to speak. "Fire-Pelted Tribe, my young
apprentice is right. Silhouette is now our Chieftain, as being
sworn in as Ramses' wife makes her the Heir until she could
produce one." he spoke slow, ears flicked back. "But, due to the
circumstances, I can not continue training a murderer as our
healer. Pyromania, I am demoting you from where you stand. You
will train, normally, amongst your siblings." the soft spoken
healer dipped his head before ushering the noble to pick up the
corpse and follow him, so that they may bury it.
Pyro only rolled his eyes and gave a nod, as he wasn't too sad
about his demotion. His fur still sparked, angry, and he looked
much older than he really was. Little climbed up the ramp to
lead him down, and hopefully clean the rest of the blood off of
him.
"C'mon, Sihlo! Everyone wants to hear from you!" Bug, well,
bugged the new Chieftain, who let out a yelp as she and Sparrow
pushed their younger sibling up the ramp, over to where Ramses
was dropped minutes before. It felt like hours, really, and the
she-cat didn't know what to say. Eyes were on her, her ears felt
like they were aflame, but she knew they weren't.
"Um - ah.." she gulped, looking around. She took a deep breath
before turning around, climbing the rest of the way to settle in
front of Ramses' old den - her new one. "Um, felines, of the
Fire-Pelted Tribe. I know this development is... is new. It iss
different. Some of us liked Sir Ramses, while others..." she
shook her head, continuing on. "He was a God among mortals, and
now he may continue that role up in our Heavens. He is safe,
now, from mortal wounds and hardships. As we are from him." she
took another deep breath, scanning the crowd. She had never
spoke this much before, nevertheless even recognized how many
there were. She was always stuck in her hole, protected from the
workers and hunters who wanted her out.
"I would also like to say that my mother, Spirit, will be
considered a Goddess in her own way. Spirit was an amazing
mother, she fought for my life as well as the safety from all of
her children. She was not perfect, but she was the best I could
ask for." the child wiped away a tear and turned her head to the
sky. "I am asking the Gods, please, accept my mother among your
ranks. She protected me, and I wish I could make it up to her in
any way possible." her voice shook as she turned back to the
crowd. Her siblings sat close together, both Branch and Pyro
ushering her on.
"That said, Scratch, I'm sure Spirit forgives you." the tom was
entering the camp as she spoke, Speckle soon behind him. "But, I
cannot. Not yet, and not anytime soon. For that, I am demoting
you back to Worker. You may become a Trainer, if you please."
Sihlo breathed, ears flicked back. "I am... I am actually
revoking all noble titles. I'm sorry, but you were loyal to
Ramses, and I don't... I can't risk anything while I try to
rebuild our Tribe. You can try and earn the title back at
anytime, as I know none of you are bad." She was speaking, a
lot. Too much in her opinion, but she couldn't stop.
"I would like to ask... I want Pyro to come and be my Heir. He
will not be my husband, and he is not my offspring, but he is
one of the few that protected me when my life was in danger. He
did it in ways... I do not condone, but because of him, I am
able to live without being treated as an object." Her tail
tapped the ground. "But, due to his mutiny towards our former
Chieftain, I also state that he is not to leave camp for two
weeks." Murmurs of approval sounded around the hollow. It had
been silent until then, other than coughs and subtle whispers.
"I will try to be the best Chieftain I can be. I will put your
needs before my own and... well, hopefully it will go well." she
lowered her gaze, ears flicked back. "Workers, I would like you
to spent the rest of today repairing this hut. You may retire
when the sun sets. Hunters, I would like it if you helped them
by bringing mud and straw back on your trips. As for Trainers, I
want you to train your apprentices. A lot. This change will
render us weak for the next few moons, or until I can lead us
well. I want strong workers and hunters." she stopped, mouth
open before shutting again as she let the orders sink in.
It was dead silent, until her siblings began chanting her name
again, this time with 'Chief' added to the beginning of her
name. Daisy and Weather, the pregnant Trainee of Ramses' from
before, joined in soon after. It wasn't long before a majority
of the tribe, save for a few, were cheering her name and
encouraging her to keep doing her best. She put on a happy
smile, and dipped her head. "Then, that is all. Thank you,
everyone, and let us hope for a nice, and safe, rest of my
reign."
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