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

Mongoose felt thrill and terror flash through her all at once. I knew it! "This was planned!" She said suddenly. "I've seen many of those beasts in my lifetime. They stood in the jungle swaying like giant trees." She said. She opened her eyes wide. "They all left.. after the rain season." Dart perked his ears, standing up among the milling cats. "There going home too!" He said. The small thunderer.. he never went home.. he thought. The warm scent of milk and grain filled his nose. The smell of his home, his master.. they're getting closer.. but I'm getting farther away.. he looked at pebble and chipmunk. No! My family is right here! I'm not leaving at all! He thought, pressing close to the young cats as they began their long journey. A journey to the land beyond the horizon. (Should we have a them brace the perils of the journey for a bit?)

(So you mean Sun and Mongoose are going back to the jungle?)
(Yes and yes)
 
(The thunderer tribe follows the elephants, so everyone is going)
(Ok. Just those two or Dart, Pebble, and Chipmunk?)
Sun had hardly any idea where she was going, but she padded after Mongoose nonetheless. She felt fear churn inside her. I am afraid of what my tribe will say when I return. They think me a killer.
Mongoose slitted her eyes against the churning of dust not far off. She padded beside Nile and lion, the two young cats eyes were dark. "Oleander was alive when I left." She said bluntly. She stirred her mind, trying to think of something that would ease their distress. They have to learn to survive. No coddling. She closed her jaws, watching the thunderers slow to file past a lump on the dunes. The small thunderer. She thought. Feeling the urgent burning return. I have to know.i have to save them.
 
Nile steadied her paws. Was this what she wanted? Did she want to see her mother? Would her mother call her a coward and a failure? Cobra...... that was her father. What if her mother was.... dead. She didn't want to know, but she had to. She needed to know. But Cobra wouldn't let that happen to Oleander, would he? Thank goodness nobody knows he's my father. Me and Lion swore to never tell. The day before they left, Cobra told them he was their father, and they begged their mother for answered. Memories flashed by, from the story her mother told them the day before they left, the reason she had to stay in that doomed tribe.
A mother with her two kits, no three, she had a brother who died at the claws of Cobra, his own father, she realized. She joined the tribe. She had told the tribe that the father was a loner, and nobody worried about it. But it was a lie. The "loner" was a rogue, by none other the name of Cobra. So Oleander felt she had to stay with her mate, Cobra.
Lion also felt those same sickening feelings, and he remembered hunger. It would seem that a jungle would have enough, but not in that year of famine. He remembered days without food, their mother too weak to hunt for her growing children . So they left and had to fend for themselves, and to hide from the terrible Cobra. He was the father who never loved me!
 
Mongoose pushed her paws into the sand, holding her head high. she was ready. she would no longer hide in the sand, she would no longer run from the ones she loved. we'll meet again Cobra. but things will be different this time. she thought. she let the thoughts she had been holding down drift to the surface. she was back in the jungle. the moon shone down through the canopy. she watched her sleeping Tribemates, her pride in them was still as strong as it had been that night. the pain of rejection still stung, it stung every time she saw Cobra's tail tip disappear from over the ledge of the hollow.
 
then...he left... but not for long. she felt a growl deep in her throat. she wouldn't forget that day, when he appeared, with his army. they climped into the clearing, crowing their triumph over us.. and then.. Oleander. those kits, she knew who's blood ran in their veins from the moment she saw them. but.. she would never blame them. she watched the two young cats quietly. they will never be like you. she thought, a rush of pride welling inside her.
 
"Are you sure we'll even get to the right part of the jungle?" Nile asked, because she didn't follow the Thunderers religiously. "The Thunderers know where they are going," replied Lion, but Nile scolded because that wasn't a good answer. "Stop being so religious about it, this isn't our birth tribe," Nile hissed. But her tail betrayed her and went into the air with a little bend at the end.
 
then...he left... but not for long. she felt a growl deep in her throat. she wouldn't forget that day, when he appeared, with his army. they climped into the clearing, crowing their triumph over us.. and then.. Oleander. those kits, she knew who's blood ran in their veins from the moment she saw them. but.. she would never blame them. she watched the two young cats quietly. they will never be like you. she thought, a rush of pride welling inside her.
Papyrus read her eyes and shuffled away from the uppity slightly overruling Nile.
 
Dart let himself down into the dip. the calf's bones were picked clean, bright white in the sun. you never got to go home.. he thought. he sniffed the skelleton, prying the smallest bone he could find. "don't waste your time! the desert will bury its own dead!" Mongoose snapped. but dart just shook his head, mumbling around the heavy bone. "-it wanted to go to the jungle. we can take it there." he said, decidedly trotting ahead. I'll take you there, I will make your life whole again. he thought, struggling to drag the heavy token across the sand.
 
The bone happened to be the start of his ivory tusks, (I'm going somewhere with this. It isn't random.)
 

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