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[Blue-Green-Fire / Asher / Fire-Tribe Camp]

Intelligent blue-green drifted over the sleeping Fire-Tribe camp and Asher inclined his head to the few cats who, like him, were early wakers. Though this morning the tomcat awoke more from nerves than a desire to watch the sunrise from his usual perch in Ember Hills. He had been assigned an apprentice and it was none other than the Silver-Fire's daughter, the only daughter who had stayed in Fire-Tribe, and with this newfound responsibility Asher found his mind was restless as he struggled with this. He had just become a warrior and, had Fire-Tribe not desperately needed warriors, he likely wouldn't have even been made a warrior until his tattoo was solid green.

Nevertheless, the tomcat accepted his duty as he did everything else; calmly - logically. He nodded when Castail had given the she-cat, Niach, to him as an apprentice and murmured to her when they touched noses that she was to meet him the next day, at dawn, for their first training session. An unseemly hour to those who weren't used to it, yes, but Asher wasn't going to take and easy on the Pink-Fire because she was the Silver-Fire's daughter. If anything he was determined to push her more due to that fact. The Silver-Fire had entrusted Niach's training to him and he intended to give the young apprentice everything she would need to survive and thrive in their harsh world.

White-tipped ears twitched in the cool breeze as the Blue-Green-Fire glanced at the sky, noting the warm pastel colors that marked the early stages of dawn. Niach should be here soon, he mused as his gaze lazily drifted to the apprentices' den. Surely she wouldn't be late on the first day. And if she were? Well, Asher would have to iron that quality out of her. Tardiness was something he did not, and would not, accept from an apprentice of his. She will no doubt hate me, he thought with a faint smile, but when her life is on the line she will thank me. Or so he hoped.

||Pink-Fire | Niach | Fire-Tribe Camp||

Being the daughter of the Silver-Fire was an honour, an inheritance to be boasted about, for how many could say they shared the blood of a leader (excluding the large and extended family of the former Fire-Tribe leader)? Most cats had come to the tribes as exiles, with no family amongst the close-knit community of felines – or so Shasta, a queen of Earth-Tribe whose kits had been born shortly after Slate herself, had told her. Such stories seemed little more than fable, so utterly impossible to the mind of the newly appointed Pink-Fire that she was most certain the tales had been little more than bedtime stories. A land outside of the tribes indeed! Bah!

Mismatched ears flickered faintly, swivelled one way and then another in order to collect sounds from all directions. Dawn had arrived, signalled by the call of what few birds remained in the trees of Pheasant Woods, and the thin tendrils of light that beckoned toward the apprentice. Certainly, her mentor would be outside waiting for her, for he had said they would meet up bright and early. Well, tough luck, Slate – or rather Niach, as she was now called – had no intention of leaving her warm nest, snuggled down beside River and Rain. Besides, why should she take orders from a tom that was scarcely clear of his own Apprenticeship? Clearly the leadership in Fire-Tribe was lacking good decision making skills.

As those around her started to stir, the young she-cat uttered a sound of frustration and pulled herself from her nest. She had promised her mother she would be the best Warrior Fire-Tribe had ever seen, she had vowed to make Vendetta (and Castail, though she was grudging to admit it) proud! Regardless of how much experience – or lack thereof – that her mentor had, she would not accomplish her goals by lazing about in the Apprentices’ Den all day.

In a fluid motion the soot and cream-splashed Pink-Fire arched her back and strolled out into the clearing. Near instantaneously her amber gaze fell upon the tom that would mentor her, Asher, and she started toward him. “Hope you weren’t waiting long,” actually, she hoped for quite the opposite. “I hadn’t realized how quickly dawn can arrive – we never had to get up early back in Earth-Tribe,” not necessarily the truth, but slightly shy of lying.

[Blue-Green-Fire / Asher / Fire-Tribe Camp]

As the sky lightened and still no sign of his apprentice had been seen Asher allowed himself a very faint smile. He had almost hoped she would be late - no doubt the daughter of the Silver-Fire thought herself above the mentorship of an adolescent. 'We'll see about that,' He mused, whiskers twitching as he relaxed and watched the shifting colors of the morning sky. Dawn was Asher's favorite time of day - everything was so quiet and peaceful. It helped to quell the constantly shifting turmoil that were Asher's thoughts.

When movement finally came from the apprentice den the adolescent made a soft noise of irritation, ears twitching faintly as he leveled a knowing look upon his apprentice. "Not long," He murmured, holding his apprentice's gaze for a few beats before he looked away. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. You'll be waking up this time daily." He said it with a chipper smile before turning and padding away.

"Come on, time waits for no one - not even the Silver-Fire's daughter." Asher didn't wait for Niach. Either she would follow him or she wouldn't - if it turned out to be the latter he would talk to her or possibly have to resort to talking to her father (something that, despite the constant comments about him, Asher was loathe to do. He didn't want to appear incompetent in front of his leader).

||Pink-Fire | Niach | Fire-Tribe Camp||

Mismatched ears flickered backward with irritation at the response of her mentor. Niach was in no way a fan of the early morning, she had never enjoyed the gentle call of the birds, or the way the sky changed slowly from dusky pastels. Her thoughts were constantly elsewhere, constantly keeping her awake into the early hours of the morning. A fire – stronger than that of a volcano – raged angrily inside of Niach at all times. She was so frustrated, always so angry.

Exhaling a low breath, the she-cat eyed her mentor with disdain. He seemed a nice enough tom, certainly, but she need not be reminded of her lineage. “The Silver-Fire’s daughter, tch . . .” Scoffing bitterly, Niach bounded after Asher. She didn’t need her father’s shadow constantly looming over her; she could handle herself just fine.

Amber eyes locked upon the back of her mentor as the Pink-Fire forced her legs to move at a steady pace. Her muscles ached to dash ahead, to get away from this cat who was designated as her unwanted teacher. He was to train her on how to be a warrior, whether she liked it or not. Tail swishing back and forth through the air, Niach tilted her head curiously to the side. “Aren’t you a bit young to be a mentor?” Keeping her mouth shut had never been a strong suit for the new apprentice.

~*~

||Orange-Fire | Niach | Stillwater Basin||

Crickets chirruped faintly in the gathering dusk, their voices melding in a song that no other could hope to understand. Long shadows were pitched across the earth, distorted as the sun dipped lower in the sky until it had nearly vanished below the horizon. A faint breeze stirred the air, rather warm and nearly smothering, blown across the land from somewhere deeper in the territory of Fire-Tribe. Another day had ended and night prepared to fall.

It occurred to Niach – rather briefly – that she should perhaps head back to the camp. She would be up early the following day, rising with the sun as her mentor had always taught her. It was a habit that, although originally loathed, had become a constant in the she-cat’s life. Her very existence was circled around her duties as a Fire-Tribe warrior; her entire purpose was to service her Tribe. Perhaps some would attribute this to her heritage and a desire to step out of the expectant shadow cast by being the daughter of the Silver-Fire, though Niach couldn’t rightly say whether that was the truth.

Rather, she believed that her desire to succeed was something all her own. She did not want to step out of her father’s shadow, did not feel like she was any less-valuable than her tribemates. No, any feeling of inferiority had to spur from her deep jealousy of her sister. Alone as she was, near the calm pool that was known as the Stillwater Basic, Niach could easily admit this to herself.

Soundlessly the Orange-Fire took a seat at the very edge of the pool and peered pensively down into the depths. Yellow-orange eyes returned the stare, and a low sigh was exhaled. She missed Asher, even if he could be a horrible slave driver. The kind tom had been her mentor, and the first cat in her tribe she had been truly close to (excluding her own brothers, because it wasn’t possible for anyone to be closer to the she-cat than Ladislava was). Maybe she should make more of an effort to be social . . .

Even as the thought occurred to her, though, Niach knew she wouldn’t bother.

~ (Lime)Green > FireTribe | Character: Damon | Area: Stillwater Basin | Season: Winter ~

Slowly, darkness filled the sky above as the sun fell over the horizon of Nandryx. It was quite a beautiful sight to see if you're an evening/night cat. The weather was warm, and very few breezes of wind passed by- over all. It was the first night ever Damon has been in that was warm with very few chilled winds. The Lime Green/Green-Fire walked at the top of Stillwater Basin, winter coat slightly blowing in the occasional winds that passed by.

Walking at the edge, there was a mixture of coloration that crossed his light/ice blue gaze. Getting closer, Damon peered down and spoke in a calm tone. Knowing that being hostile at this beautiful time of Nandryx is something to not be ruined, "May I help you down there? Before you answer that! State your name and tribe." The ebony and white Fire Tribe didn't know who this cat was nor saw the tattoo, so he remained still at the top of the basin. The Lime Green/Green-Fire taking advantage of the Stillwater Basin's terrain just in case things get nasty.

||Orange-Fire | Niach | Stillwater Basin||

It came as no surprise to the young she-cat when another voice rose out of the gloom. After seasons of being followed about by Ladislava -- Spirits bless him for being such a devoted soul -- it was near impossible for another to sneak up on Niach. She simply was not startled by the presence of others, viewed it more as an average day to day occurrence than anything strange. Still, she couldn't help the faint purr of amusement that rumbled in the back of her throat at the sight of another cat stalking toward her along the rocky outcrops.

At the least, Niach could say that she was proud to have such diligent tribemates, willing to defend their land even in the lazy hours of twilight. Amber eyes blinked slowly before the dark-furred feline allowed her tattoo to flare to life. The blazing orange momentarily lit the right side of her face, power coursing through her body before the glow diminished into nothingness. "Easy on, Green-Fire, I'm one of your own. Niach, of Fire-Tribe. Certainly if I was an enemy I wouldn't be waiting about like a stunned duck for a territorial warrior to stumble upon me."

Inclining her head toward the still pool of water before her, she carried on. "I rarely come out here, but it's nice sometimes. It’s a good way to relax -- if you have the time for that sort of thing." Niach was not the friendly sort. Not to say that she was hostile, rather, she devoted all effort to serving her tribe and rarely had time to be social. After the departure of her mentor, Asher, it had become rare for the she-cat to speak with anyone outside her own family. Bit of a shut-in, the poor thing.

~ (Lime)Green > FireTribe | Character: Damon | Area: Stillwater Basin | Season: Winter ~

Looking down at the gray and tan colored she cat, he finally noticed a glowing effect from her right side. An Orange-Fire, with a sigh of relief the Lime Green/Green-Fire made his way down to Niach. "Sorry, can't be too careful nowadays. But you never what will pop out.." Damon trailed off until he finally was beside the Orange-Fire, bending over to lap at the water of Stillwater Basin. "Even your own can betray you, Niach. That is what I've experienced in my younger days." Damon indicated to his left eye scar that parted his lime green tattoo of Fire Tribe. There is just no peace in Nandryx anymore... No more peace...

The ebony and white male trailed off into thought until he came to, looking up at the starry sky above. Hardly any clouds out, and the moon shining bright in the sky. Giving Nandryx the beauty of tranquility for once, but will this tranquility last long? Such things that are unknown to the Tribes or nature over all. The season Autumn was rough, causing trouble for all the tribes, but how will Spring react? Probably cold and harsh... Probably... Paying half attention, being in his own little world sort of. "Its always good to have a break, as for me. The past couple of weeks haven't been in my favor. Getting into fights, departing with a friend from another tribe... My main focus is Fire Tribe, but I still worry for her since she is like my sister and if I find a cat hurting her feelings. I would tear their ears off without a second notice." After speaking, Damon laid down on the warm sand beneath him letting his stomach ease for a slight moment. Getting a quick glimpse at the Orange-Fire, her figure was scarless pure beauty itself. How the hell did she not get a single scar in all these season cycles? "So tell me Niach, how did you keep your figure all... Scarless. You have to share your secret." Changing positions, Damon was now facing Niach. In a relaxed position, but also interested on her secret. Since Damon himself was scarred from head to... Shoulders... Sort of, but who knows if he might get another one in the near future. Such a chance is so high to this Lime Green/Green-Fire.

||Orange-Fire | Niach | Stillwater Basin||

A faint sigh was exhaled, amber gaze fixating upon the crystal pool of water before her. Niach could no more deny the truth than she could deny her own family; Fire-Tribe's territory wasn't even safe anymore. With the rising tensions between Fire and Shadow, it was a wonder that cats could sleep without fearing an invasion -- not that the bulky she-cat had ever feared many things. She felt no discomfort at the thought of another Tribe attacking, only resolute determination. Should the time come when they were at war, she would not hesitate to enter the fray.

Even her own could betray her? An uncomfortable shiver raced down Niach's spine, and she attempted to ward off the sudden chill with a laugh. "Perhaps so, but I have never doubted the loyalty of the cats who dwell within our Tribe. I would put my life in the paws of any of them, and I'm sure they would protect it." But that was a feeling that had come through being raised within the Tribes, was it not? What must life have been like, wandering about as an Exile, with no designated territory to call home?

Mismatched ears twitched at the tom's next words, and she turned to peer at him curiously. Her secret? Perhaps being free of scars could be viewed as a thing of beauty, as it left the figure unmarred. Still, Niach had never considered herself to be an attractive cat, and her lack of warwounds left a burning shame in the pit of her stomach. Daughter of the Silver-Fire, and she didn't even look as if she had never been in a battle! "I'm certain that part of it is due to my fur being so thick, claws don't get the chance to tear through my skin and leave scars. I'm fairly quick for one of my size; they swipe at me and just end up with a pawful of fur. I doubt if I've seen as many fights as you have, though. Mostly, I think my secret is just luck." Realizing that she was rambling, Niach clamped her jaws shut. No need to talk his ear off.

Without a sound the Orange-Fire shifted her position until she was facing the other. It was tempting to inquire about his scars, and about his life. The only cats she had ever been close to were her own brothers, which left little chance to speak with those who had been born into Exile. "Tell me about yourself, about how you got your scars and why you joined the tribes? If you want to, that is. I'm not trying to force you into talking. We can just sit in silence; I'm fine with that, too."

~ (Lime)Green > FireTribe | Character: Damon | Area: Stillwater Basin | Season: Winter ~

Piercing ice blue eyes fixed onto the thick furred she cat, explaining how she never received a scar but actually a few furs that grow back every now and then. Picturing a cat's mouth filled with fur made Damon grin in amusement. About a minute of silence overcame the two cats until Niach broke it. Asking him a question that was very unexpected... Tell me about yourself. Is what she said, could he really tell her about his past? The only cat he managed to tell were Tacita and Piper, the only two cats he could trust his past to. But knowing if he is going to live with Fire Tribe, he needs to at least let some of them know about his past. "Being an exile is one of the hardest things that I've ever been through. These scars tell each stories of every fight I've been in during my younger season cycles.-" Silence was commenced but it was soon broken as he continued, remembering his deceased family members. "The chest scar, a fox gave that too me when I was just around six moons. The other scars I've received were from hostile exiles and bad choices... I- I rather not talk about it... Its too painful to talk about, but all you need to know that the present time is what matters most and that I rather forget the stories of each scar."

Long silence, wind blowing causing particles of sand to fly up in the air and the temperature warm. "What about you? Is there a story behind those yellow eyes of your's?"

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[Blue-Green-Fire / Asher / Fire-Tribe Camp]

Intelligent blue-green drifted over the sleeping Fire-Tribe camp and Asher inclined his head to the few cats who, like him, were early wakers. Though this morning the tomcat awoke more from nerves than a desire to watch the sunrise from his usual perch in Ember Hills. He had been assigned an apprentice and it was none other than the Silver-Fire's daughter, the only daughter who had stayed in Fire-Tribe, and with this newfound responsibility Asher found his mind was restless as he struggled with this. He had just become a warrior and, had Fire-Tribe not desperately needed warriors, he likely wouldn't have even been made a warrior until his tattoo was solid green.

Nevertheless, the tomcat accepted his duty as he did everything else; calmly - logically. He nodded when Castail had given the she-cat, Niach, to him as an apprentice and murmured to her when they touched noses that she was to meet him the next day, at dawn, for their first training session. An unseemly hour to those who weren't used to it, yes, but Asher wasn't going to take and easy on the Pink-Fire because she was the Silver-Fire's daughter. If anything he was determined to push her more due to that fact. The Silver-Fire had entrusted Niach's training to him and he intended to give the young apprentice everything she would need to survive and thrive in their harsh world.

White-tipped ears twitched in the cool breeze as the Blue-Green-Fire glanced at the sky, noting the warm pastel colors that marked the early stages of dawn. Niach should be here soon, he mused as his gaze lazily drifted to the apprentices' den. Surely she wouldn't be late on the first day. And if she were? Well, Asher would have to iron that quality out of her. Tardiness was something he did not, and would not, accept from an apprentice of his. She will no doubt hate me, he thought with a faint smile, but when her life is on the line she will thank me. Or so he hoped.

||Pink-Fire | Niach | Fire-Tribe Camp||

Being the daughter of the Silver-Fire was an honour, an inheritance to be boasted about, for how many could say they shared the blood of a leader (excluding the large and extended family of the former Fire-Tribe leader)? Most cats had come to the tribes as exiles, with no family amongst the close-knit community of felines – or so Shasta, a queen of Earth-Tribe whose kits had been born shortly after Slate herself, had told her. Such stories seemed little more than fable, so utterly impossible to the mind of the newly appointed Pink-Fire that she was most certain the tales had been little more than bedtime stories. A land outside of the tribes indeed! Bah!

Mismatched ears flickered faintly, swivelled one way and then another in order to collect sounds from all directions. Dawn had arrived, signalled by the call of what few birds remained in the trees of Pheasant Woods, and the thin tendrils of light that beckoned toward the apprentice. Certainly, her mentor would be outside waiting for her, for he had said they would meet up bright and early. Well, tough luck, Slate – or rather Niach, as she was now called – had no intention of leaving her warm nest, snuggled down beside River and Rain. Besides, why should she take orders from a tom that was scarcely clear of his own Apprenticeship? Clearly the leadership in Fire-Tribe was lacking good decision making skills.

As those around her started to stir, the young she-cat uttered a sound of frustration and pulled herself from her nest. She had promised her mother she would be the best Warrior Fire-Tribe had ever seen, she had vowed to make Vendetta (and Castail, though she was grudging to admit it) proud! Regardless of how much experience – or lack thereof – that her mentor had, she would not accomplish her goals by lazing about in the Apprentices’ Den all day.

In a fluid motion the soot and cream-splashed Pink-Fire arched her back and strolled out into the clearing. Near instantaneously her amber gaze fell upon the tom that would mentor her, Asher, and she started toward him. “Hope you weren’t waiting long,” actually, she hoped for quite the opposite. “I hadn’t realized how quickly dawn can arrive – we never had to get up early back in Earth-Tribe,” not necessarily the truth, but slightly shy of lying.

[Blue-Green-Fire / Asher / Fire-Tribe Camp]

As the sky lightened and still no sign of his apprentice had been seen Asher allowed himself a very faint smile. He had almost hoped she would be late - no doubt the daughter of the Silver-Fire thought herself above the mentorship of an adolescent. 'We'll see about that,' He mused, whiskers twitching as he relaxed and watched the shifting colors of the morning sky. Dawn was Asher's favorite time of day - everything was so quiet and peaceful. It helped to quell the constantly shifting turmoil that were Asher's thoughts.

When movement finally came from the apprentice den the adolescent made a soft noise of irritation, ears twitching faintly as he leveled a knowing look upon his apprentice. "Not long," He murmured, holding his apprentice's gaze for a few beats before he looked away. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. You'll be waking up this time daily." He said it with a chipper smile before turning and padding away.

"Come on, time waits for no one - not even the Silver-Fire's daughter." Asher didn't wait for Niach. Either she would follow him or she wouldn't - if it turned out to be the latter he would talk to her or possibly have to resort to talking to her father (something that, despite the constant comments about him, Asher was loathe to do. He didn't want to appear incompetent in front of his leader).

||Pink-Fire | Niach | Fire-Tribe Camp||

Mismatched ears flickered backward with irritation at the response of her mentor. Niach was in no way a fan of the early morning, she had never enjoyed the gentle call of the birds, or the way the sky changed slowly from dusky pastels. Her thoughts were constantly elsewhere, constantly keeping her awake into the early hours of the morning. A fire – stronger than that of a volcano – raged angrily inside of Niach at all times. She was so frustrated, always so angry.

Exhaling a low breath, the she-cat eyed her mentor with disdain. He seemed a nice enough tom, certainly, but she need not be reminded of her lineage. “The Silver-Fire’s daughter, tch . . .” Scoffing bitterly, Niach bounded after Asher. She didn’t need her father’s shadow constantly looming over her; she could handle herself just fine.

Amber eyes locked upon the back of her mentor as the Pink-Fire forced her legs to move at a steady pace. Her muscles ached to dash ahead, to get away from this cat who was designated as her unwanted teacher. He was to train her on how to be a warrior, whether she liked it or not. Tail swishing back and forth through the air, Niach tilted her head curiously to the side. “Aren’t you a bit young to be a mentor?” Keeping her mouth shut had never been a strong suit for the new apprentice.

~*~

||Orange-Fire | Niach | Stillwater Basin||

Crickets chirruped faintly in the gathering dusk, their voices melding in a song that no other could hope to understand. Long shadows were pitched across the earth, distorted as the sun dipped lower in the sky until it had nearly vanished below the horizon. A faint breeze stirred the air, rather warm and nearly smothering, blown across the land from somewhere deeper in the territory of Fire-Tribe. Another day had ended and night prepared to fall.

It occurred to Niach – rather briefly – that she should perhaps head back to the camp. She would be up early the following day, rising with the sun as her mentor had always taught her. It was a habit that, although originally loathed, had become a constant in the she-cat’s life. Her very existence was circled around her duties as a Fire-Tribe warrior; her entire purpose was to service her Tribe. Perhaps some would attribute this to her heritage and a desire to step out of the expectant shadow cast by being the daughter of the Silver-Fire, though Niach couldn’t rightly say whether that was the truth.

Rather, she believed that her desire to succeed was something all her own. She did not want to step out of her father’s shadow, did not feel like she was any less-valuable than her tribemates. No, any feeling of inferiority had to spur from her deep jealousy of her sister. Alone as she was, near the calm pool that was known as the Stillwater Basic, Niach could easily admit this to herself.

Soundlessly the Orange-Fire took a seat at the very edge of the pool and peered pensively down into the depths. Yellow-orange eyes returned the stare, and a low sigh was exhaled. She missed Asher, even if he could be a horrible slave driver. The kind tom had been her mentor, and the first cat in her tribe she had been truly close to (excluding her own brothers, because it wasn’t possible for anyone to be closer to the she-cat than Ladislava was). Maybe she should make more of an effort to be social . . .

Even as the thought occurred to her, though, Niach knew she wouldn’t bother.

~ (Lime)Green > FireTribe | Character: Damon | Area: Stillwater Basin | Season: Winter ~

Slowly, darkness filled the sky above as the sun fell over the horizon of Nandryx. It was quite a beautiful sight to see if you're an evening/night cat. The weather was warm, and very few breezes of wind passed by- over all. It was the first night ever Damon has been in that was warm with very few chilled winds. The Lime Green/Green-Fire walked at the top of Stillwater Basin, winter coat slightly blowing in the occasional winds that passed by.

Walking at the edge, there was a mixture of coloration that crossed his light/ice blue gaze. Getting closer, Damon peered down and spoke in a calm tone. Knowing that being hostile at this beautiful time of Nandryx is something to not be ruined, "May I help you down there? Before you answer that! State your name and tribe." The ebony and white Fire Tribe didn't know who this cat was nor saw the tattoo, so he remained still at the top of the basin. The Lime Green/Green-Fire taking advantage of the Stillwater Basin's terrain just in case things get nasty.

||Orange-Fire | Niach | Stillwater Basin||

It came as no surprise to the young she-cat when another voice rose out of the gloom. After seasons of being followed about by Ladislava -- Spirits bless him for being such a devoted soul -- it was near impossible for another to sneak up on Niach. She simply was not startled by the presence of others, viewed it more as an average day to day occurrence than anything strange. Still, she couldn't help the faint purr of amusement that rumbled in the back of her throat at the sight of another cat stalking toward her along the rocky outcrops.

At the least, Niach could say that she was proud to have such diligent tribemates, willing to defend their land even in the lazy hours of twilight. Amber eyes blinked slowly before the dark-furred feline allowed her tattoo to flare to life. The blazing orange momentarily lit the right side of her face, power coursing through her body before the glow diminished into nothingness. "Easy on, Green-Fire, I'm one of your own. Niach, of Fire-Tribe. Certainly if I was an enemy I wouldn't be waiting about like a stunned duck for a territorial warrior to stumble upon me."

Inclining her head toward the still pool of water before her, she carried on. "I rarely come out here, but it's nice sometimes. It’s a good way to relax -- if you have the time for that sort of thing." Niach was not the friendly sort. Not to say that she was hostile, rather, she devoted all effort to serving her tribe and rarely had time to be social. After the departure of her mentor, Asher, it had become rare for the she-cat to speak with anyone outside her own family. Bit of a shut-in, the poor thing.

~ (Lime)Green > FireTribe | Character: Damon | Area: Stillwater Basin | Season: Winter ~

Looking down at the gray and tan colored she cat, he finally noticed a glowing effect from her right side. An Orange-Fire, with a sigh of relief the Lime Green/Green-Fire made his way down to Niach. "Sorry, can't be too careful nowadays. But you never what will pop out.." Damon trailed off until he finally was beside the Orange-Fire, bending over to lap at the water of Stillwater Basin. "Even your own can betray you, Niach. That is what I've experienced in my younger days." Damon indicated to his left eye scar that parted his lime green tattoo of Fire Tribe. There is just no peace in Nandryx anymore... No more peace...

The ebony and white male trailed off into thought until he came to, looking up at the starry sky above. Hardly any clouds out, and the moon shining bright in the sky. Giving Nandryx the beauty of tranquility for once, but will this tranquility last long? Such things that are unknown to the Tribes or nature over all. The season Autumn was rough, causing trouble for all the tribes, but how will Spring react? Probably cold and harsh... Probably... Paying half attention, being in his own little world sort of. "Its always good to have a break, as for me. The past couple of weeks haven't been in my favor. Getting into fights, departing with a friend from another tribe... My main focus is Fire Tribe, but I still worry for her since she is like my sister and if I find a cat hurting her feelings. I would tear their ears off without a second notice." After speaking, Damon laid down on the warm sand beneath him letting his stomach ease for a slight moment. Getting a quick glimpse at the Orange-Fire, her figure was scarless pure beauty itself. How the hell did she not get a single scar in all these season cycles? "So tell me Niach, how did you keep your figure all... Scarless. You have to share your secret." Changing positions, Damon was now facing Niach. In a relaxed position, but also interested on her secret. Since Damon himself was scarred from head to... Shoulders... Sort of, but who knows if he might get another one in the near future. Such a chance is so high to this Lime Green/Green-Fire.

||Orange-Fire | Niach | Stillwater Basin||

A faint sigh was exhaled, amber gaze fixating upon the crystal pool of water before her. Niach could no more deny the truth than she could deny her own family; Fire-Tribe's territory wasn't even safe anymore. With the rising tensions between Fire and Shadow, it was a wonder that cats could sleep without fearing an invasion -- not that the bulky she-cat had ever feared many things. She felt no discomfort at the thought of another Tribe attacking, only resolute determination. Should the time come when they were at war, she would not hesitate to enter the fray.

Even her own could betray her? An uncomfortable shiver raced down Niach's spine, and she attempted to ward off the sudden chill with a laugh. "Perhaps so, but I have never doubted the loyalty of the cats who dwell within our Tribe. I would put my life in the paws of any of them, and I'm sure they would protect it." But that was a feeling that had come through being raised within the Tribes, was it not? What must life have been like, wandering about as an Exile, with no designated territory to call home?

Mismatched ears twitched at the tom's next words, and she turned to peer at him curiously. Her secret? Perhaps being free of scars could be viewed as a thing of beauty, as it left the figure unmarred. Still, Niach had never considered herself to be an attractive cat, and her lack of warwounds left a burning shame in the pit of her stomach. Daughter of the Silver-Fire, and she didn't even look as if she had never been in a battle! "I'm certain that part of it is due to my fur being so thick, claws don't get the chance to tear through my skin and leave scars. I'm fairly quick for one of my size; they swipe at me and just end up with a pawful of fur. I doubt if I've seen as many fights as you have, though. Mostly, I think my secret is just luck." Realizing that she was rambling, Niach clamped her jaws shut. No need to talk his ear off.

Without a sound the Orange-Fire shifted her position until she was facing the other. It was tempting to inquire about his scars, and about his life. The only cats she had ever been close to were her own brothers, which left little chance to speak with those who had been born into Exile. "Tell me about yourself, about how you got your scars and why you joined the tribes? If you want to, that is. I'm not trying to force you into talking. We can just sit in silence; I'm fine with that, too."

~ (Lime)Green > FireTribe | Character: Damon | Area: Stillwater Basin | Season: Winter ~

Piercing ice blue eyes fixed onto the thick furred she cat, explaining how she never received a scar but actually a few furs that grow back every now and then. Picturing a cat's mouth filled with fur made Damon grin in amusement. About a minute of silence overcame the two cats until Niach broke it. Asking him a question that was very unexpected... Tell me about yourself. Is what she said, could he really tell her about his past? The only cat he managed to tell were Tacita and Piper, the only two cats he could trust his past to. But knowing if he is going to live with Fire Tribe, he needs to at least let some of them know about his past. "Being an exile is one of the hardest things that I've ever been through. These scars tell each stories of every fight I've been in during my younger season cycles.-" Silence was commenced but it was soon broken as he continued, remembering his deceased family members. "The chest scar, a fox gave that too me when I was just around six moons. The other scars I've received were from hostile exiles and bad choices... I- I rather not talk about it... Its too painful to talk about, but all you need to know that the present time is what matters most and that I rather forget the stories of each scar."

Long silence, wind blowing causing particles of sand to fly up in the air and the temperature warm. "What about you? Is there a story behind those yellow eyes of your's?"