~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

Thunderers led the cats, and their death gave the cats who followed them wisdom and strength, she realized.
 
Crimson felt it too. Thorn and Nile had not, since they were not dedicated to the Thunderers yet.
 
Mongoose watched the still thunderer quietly. I knew it.. nature is cruel, even to the innocent. She thought, turning her head away to tiredly lick her soaked coat. Dart stared down. It's dead.. he thought, feeling a strange sadness, one that was not his own. But that sadness soon mingled with the thumping of his heart, Beaton stronger and stronger until his body felt as strong as a thunder. This is what it means to be in the thunderer tribe.
 
I wonder if we could eat the Thunderer calf... Pebble wondered, then quickly shook away the idea. No! Definitely not. I could probably get exiled for even suggesting that. She sniffed the air, smelling the death-scent of the calf. She shuddered, ashamed to have even thought about eating it.
 

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