[ti]Open[/ti]Good Morning, Tribe!

[Ringtail]

A sleek tabby form casts itself into the evening sunshine; happily provided by the Time of Freed Water....At least that was the case. The warmer weather had brought out the seasoned tom, having woken from a light rest. No dreams had come of it, oddlt enough. Though he did not concern him, as time would tell when The Tribe of Endless Hunting would show their thoughts on the lives of their fellow kin. The Firstspeaker allowed his form to become one with the open space of the old ruin-like structure of the tribe's den. A deep breathe came from him, taking in the scents of his fellow tribe mates and the calm, warming weather around it.
Ah, yes.

It was perfect for a light stroll around the camp, eager to keep tabs on all the to-bes, home-guards, prey hunters, elders, kits and kit mother. It was important of course, to keep track of such bodies. Keeping an eye on the tribe was one of his duties, making sure all was safe and sound. The tom softly padded along the inner works of the camp, holding his wide-set ears for all the sounds of living beings in the living space. It was a common practice to do so, a much quieter approach rather than invading the privacy of his fellow mates. He have a light purr to himself, every so slowly padding forward. Quiet as a mouse was his tactic, as he was known for being silent during these times of the day. He found it rude to even dare wake another. But that was how he saw it. He padded towards his favorite spot, dead center of the space. He loved to wait and listen for others to rustle and stir awake, his tail flickering lazily at the sounds.

What a beautiful morning....


His yellow eyes closed, focusing on his auditory range. It wasn't much better, but still, rather interesting to listen to a small cricket chirp outside, drips of water dripping of the rock-like figure of the campment. It was relaxing. A time to enjoy such beauties of nature. The song of the warming weather, chiming almost in a melodic tone.

His eyes opened once again, watching the figures of his tribe stride out of the dens that housed them. Though he remained silent, awaiting mews of all kinds.

Good morning, was all his spotted self seemed to say, his body lounged across the spot he decided to partake of.


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[pebble]

Disturbed only by the slight ray of sunshine that shown directly in his face was Ghost, who gave an annoyed growl and rolled over, his large ears pinning to his skull. However, he finally decided it was time to get up and rolled to his paws. He arched his back and yawned, smacking his jowls together before carefully tip-toeing around his sleeping tribe-mates.

Once outside, he narrowed his silver hues at the spotted pelt of the Firstspeaker, ears pinning slightly as he flexed his toes. He silently made his way to the shadows, grooming his ebony pelt excessively, which was normal for him. Soon he would be cleaning the camp, knowing him. He glared around at the camp as he licked his chops, whiskers twitching.

[gracelyn]

Shadow That Creeps Stealthily was trying to do exactly what he was named for. He was up relatively early compared to his usual sleeping schedule, and his first thought was to get out of camp to avoid being assigned duties early in the morning. As he silently crept out of the den that housed several other guard to-bes, Shadow froze as he spotted Firstspeaker in the dead center of the camp. There was no way Shadow would be able to get to the camp exit without making his way around their Tribe's leader. He could only hope that he could sneak around without being noticed ...

Shadow was fairly good at keeping a low profile. It was one of the only things he was particularly skilled at. Going unnoticed meant less responsibilities, less work, and more time to relax and nap. Moving in a relaxed manner, like his only business was to get out of camp, Shadow made his way towards the exit, hoping no one would notice him.

[americanfacepalm]

Roar of the Howling Wind was trying to sleep in as much as she could. She hated the mornings. However, Ghost was making a ruckus nearby, waking up and all, so she opened a grouchy eye. Her hate for being awoken was being beamed across the bodies of every cat. Her vengeance was to be exacted soon.

For the time being, though, she stood up and gave a good stretch. It was the Time of Freed Water now, so there would be lots of prey now for her to hunt. Not that she wanted to. It seemed like every time she got close, the prey escaped. Frost tried to comfort her, but she knew she was useless at it.

[Ringtail]

With a shift of muscles, the elegant tom rose to his feet in a long stretch, an amused mrrrrw coming from him. "Cleaning again, Ghost? Maybe allow Shadow to help you.." He commented, swirling his head towards the entrance of the cavern. "Again, leaving so soon, Shadow? Don't think I don't know your sly tricks...Here at home, we have responsibilities..,Please help Ghost with cleaning." It wasn't an order but a gentle request. It was good to help others out and to keep good work going on. It would encourage others to do so as well.

[pebble]

Ghost glared (unintentionally, of course) at the Firstspeaker as he was addressed, flicking his ebony tail and dipping his head. He rose to his paws and looked at Shadow, releasing a quiet huff as he approached the younger.

"You can start cleaning over there. Gather the sticks and rocks into separate piles." The tom grunted roughly to Shadow as he pointed with his tail to the left side of camp. Without saying another word, Ghost padded to the opposite side and started organizing the stray twigs and rocks into assorted piles. He hated stepping on them and was sure his clanmates would appreciate a safe place to walk.

[gracelyn]

Shadow froze in his tracks when he was directly addressed by Firstspeaker. Aw heck ... Not only was he discovered, he was also being called out on his usual lazy habits. Before he could come up with an excuse to leave the camp - not that he really had any, given that his role was a home guard and not a prey hunter - he was approached by Ghost. A terrifying cat, if Shadow had to admit. Not someone he would try and cross with his empty excuses. "R-right. I'll ... get to work." Shadow muttered, turning a 180 to head towards the direction Ghost had pointed him in.

As he approached a noticeable mess, Shadow gingerly prodded at some sticks with his front paw, unwillingness to work radiating off him.

[silverfang218]

Moss that Grows on Trees marches out from where she had been grooming herself. The kit’s fur lays back perfectly, not a single strand out of place. It is so nice and warm out, the kit is already looking for a perfect place to sunbathe while remaining within the confines of Stonehome. First, however, she cheerily trots over to greet Firstspeaker, though she definitely notices Ghost and Shadow as well. “Goodmorning, Firstspeaker, and Ghost, and Shadow!” She calls to each of them, a smile gracing her tiny kit face. She doesn’t get too close, though; she doesn’t want to get roped up in this cleaning thing, no thank you!

As her eyes find another moving cat, she trots towards them instead. “Goodmorning, Wind!” She greets them, skipping towards her target. “Whatcha doing?” She asks with a big, bright smile on her face. Her question is purely curiosity, as Moss wants no part of working or being useful. No, she’s just a bit curious is all.

[pebble]

Ghost looked at the kit when he was addressed, accidentally glaring at the kit before noticing Shadow not really working. He huffed, finishing putting the twigs in a pile before turning to silently walk up behind Shadow, his gaze dark.

"You need to actually work to earn your stay here, kit. You don't just born and have a right to live here," He muttered to the younger, ears forward as if he was acting friendly. "If you aren't willing to work, my friend, we can always earn your stay the old fashioned way," He chuckled softly, lifting his paw to flex his silver claws.

"Initiation."

[foggy]

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Dusk scoffed but an amused glint was present in her eyes as she spotted the exchange, "Ghost, you shouldn't terrorise the youngsters, they get scared easy." Although a rebuke in content, the creamy feline was obviously half-hearted in her tone, letting them know she was merely jesting. Her tail light-heartedly flicked lightly in the silver-eyed tom's direction as she passed him, before turning her attention to the presence of the rest of the tribe, those who were already awake. "Good morning, how was everyone's sleep?" The query was issued to no one in particular, more an open question. Honestly, Dusk didn't care how anyone slept, but it would serve as a warning for those in the tribe who would be working on less than full power in their duties due to lack of sleep.

With Dusk's part in conversing deemed adequate, at least in her opinion, she scanned the camp, looking for anything that needed to be done. It was better to get things done early, it left the rest of the day to focus on other things, and the camp was the most important place for the tribe, if it was in a shambles, so were they. However, with both Ghost and Shadow seemingly dealing with things, the camp was in... slow but sure paws. For the time being, she decided to take a few moments to compose herself for the day ahead. Maybe enjoy the lull in the camp until everyone parted off for patrols.