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

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Dart returned from hunting, his thick gray pelt stifling. I think I'll try night hunting from now on. he panted. he flopped down in the shade next to a Golden tabby.
"it's sure hot." he commented after a moment of silence.
 
"so, how long have you been here? Mongoose and I just came from the still water, I had no idea this Tribe had so many Cats!" he said, falling into another one of his long winded monologs. "I bet you've been here the longest, oh! not to be rude of course, but you must be very wise, do get to help guide the Tribe?"
 
(alright, im going to go back in time, Mongoose has yet to meet Nile and Lion.)
"a running mouth catches no prey." Mongoose cut in, padding past on her way to hunt.
"my apologies." she Grunted, nodding to the golden she cat.
 
"so, how long have you been here? Mongoose and I just came from the still water, I had no idea this Tribe had so many Cats!" he said, falling into another one of his long winded monologs. "I bet you've been here the longest, oh! not to be rude of course, but you must be very wise, do get to help guide the Tribe?"
Thunder chuckled "I`ve been here since I was one moon old, 83 moons ago," she paused cocking her head looking him right in his eyes with her kind ones "In what way do you mean, 'guide the tribe'?"
 
Dart settled his paws, his brow furrowing at the question.
"well I.. I guess I thought the oldest cats would know the most, thats how it was in Mongooses old tribe." he said, following the grizzled she cat with his gaze until she slipped between the grasses, out of sight.
 
Dart settled his paws, his brow furrowing at the question.
"well I.. I guess I thought the oldest cats would know the most, thats how it was in Mongooses old tribe." he said, following the grizzled she cat with his gaze until she slipped between the grasses, out of sight.
"Yes most do, but this tribe is not led by anyone, we decide as a tribe, no leader, no ranks." Thunder said
 
Mongoose padded through the Savanna grasses, coming out upon the acursed tree that Willow had fallen from. those mouse brains. she grumbled to herself. not even a broken leg can stop them from mooning over each other. "how is your leg?" she asked willow (alright, see ya.)
 

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