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

[Amer]

Willow Intwined her tail with Crimson's. Sge wasn't good at starting conversations, so she just sat there.

Crimson was becoming less antisocial so he decided to start the conversation in his straightforward calculative way. "What brought you here? Why do you need our help? We will help you if the Thunderers lead us to the jungle."


Oleander paused. "Dire?" She asked. He was much better with "politics" he was a guy.
Dire walked over. "We came because a leader of rogues, Cobra was being oppressive to our Tribe, among other Tribes. We are starving and he is picking us off, and we cannot defend ourselves. With a larger, stronger Tribe we could overthrow him."
"And why should I help you?" asked Crimson. His eyes narrowed as he pondered Dire's words.
"Because it is the right thing to do," replied Dire, his words steady and sure.
How? Wondered Crimson. Does he think I would have a conscience to do it because it was the 'right thing to do?' It is good he does not know me, who I was. Crimson's heart battled inside him as he thought this. A monster. Heartless. Why did I have to do that to my mother? No wonder my father hated me.

"And we are connected by blood. Blood that has been spilled too much already," said Dire.
Blood. Yes, it pumped through Crimson's veins, and when it spilled it was spilling the very essence of him, in crimson streams. But most importantly, in his heart. He had compassion for the blood spilled. And he accepted this. His eyes flickered a bit of legitimizing reason, and Dire noticed this with his ever observant eyes.

 

[LilJoe]

Crimson was becoming less antisocial so he decided to start the conversation in his straightforward calculative way. "What brought you here? Why do you need our help? We will help you if the Thunderers lead us to the jungle."


Oleander paused. "Dire?" She asked. He was much better with "politics" he was a guy.
Dire walked over. "We came because a leader of rogues, Cobra was being oppressive to our Tribe, among other Tribes. We are starving and he is picking us off, and we cannot defend ourselves. With a larger, stronger Tribe we could overthrow him."
"And why should I help you?" asked Crimson. His eyes narrowed as he pondered Dire's words.
"Because it is the right thing to do," replied Dire, his words steady and sure.
How? Wondered Crimson. Does he think I would have a conscience to do it because it was the 'right thing to do?' It is good he does not know me, who I was. Crimson's heart battled inside him as he thought this. A monster. Heartless. Why did I have to do that to my mother? No wonder my father hated me.

"And we are connected by blood. Blood that has been spilled too much already," said Dire.
Blood. Yes, it pumped through Crimson's veins, and when it spilled it was spilling the very essence of him, in crimson streams. But most importantly, in his heart. He had compassion for the blood spilled. And he accepted this. His eyes flickered a bit of legitimizing reason, and Dire noticed this with his ever observant eyes.

(I hate it when I respond to your long posts with a short paragraph... lol)

"The most of the tribe would need to agree on this if you want us all to help", Willow responded. She looked to Crimson for a better response. "Unless of course...."

 

[Amer]

(I hate it when I respond to your long posts with a short paragraph... lol)

"The most of the tribe would need to agree on this if you want us all to help", Willow responded. She looked to Crimson for a better response. "Unless of course...."

"I'm confused what you mean," said Oleander, because honestly, I'm confused too.

 

[Amer]

(@LilJoe)

 

[RiverStorm]

Crimson was becoming less antisocial so he decided to start the conversation in his straightforward calculative way. "What brought you here? Why do you need our help? We will help you if the Thunderers lead us to the jungle."


Oleander paused. "Dire?" She asked. He was much better with "politics" he was a guy.
Dire walked over. "We came because a leader of rogues, Cobra was being oppressive to our Tribe, among other Tribes. We are starving and he is picking us off, and we cannot defend ourselves. With a larger, stronger Tribe we could overthrow him."
"And why should I help you?" asked Crimson. His eyes narrowed as he pondered Dire's words.
"Because it is the right thing to do," replied Dire, his words steady and sure.
How? Wondered Crimson. Does he think I would have a conscience to do it because it was the 'right thing to do?' It is good he does not know me, who I was. Crimson's heart battled inside him as he thought this. A monster. Heartless. Why did I have to do that to my mother? No wonder my father hated me.

"And we are connected by blood. Blood that has been spilled too much already," said Dire.
Blood. Yes, it pumped through Crimson's veins, and when it spilled it was spilling the very essence of him, in crimson streams. But most importantly, in his heart. He had compassion for the blood spilled. And he accepted this. His eyes flickered a bit of legitimizing reason, and Dire noticed this with his ever observant eyes.

"I'm confused what you mean," said Oleander, because honestly, I'm confused too.

"I, agree." River said trotting up "I`ve been waiting to show that rouge."

 

[Amer]

"I, agree." River said trotting up "I`ve been waiting to show that rouge."

Dire accepted her presence.

 

[LilJoe]

"I'm confused what you mean," said Oleander, because honestly, I'm confused too.

(I'm sorry.... I'm now confused aswell xD )

 

[Amer]

(I'm sorry.... I'm now confused aswell xD )

(Let's just say Willow became confused and Papyrus made an awesome save.)
"Everybody stop your little chats and get a move on!" The Thunderers are moving!" Papyrus said.
Night sighed. He was hoping to debate along with his sister.
Oleander said "The Thunderers? What do they have to do with this enterprise?"

 

[LilJoe]

(Let's just say Willow became confused and Papyrus made an awesome save.)
"Everybody stop your little chats and get a move on!" The Thunderers are moving!" Papyrus said.
Night sighed. He was hoping to debate along with his sister.
Oleander said "The Thunderers? What do they have to do with this enterprise?"

Willow stood up a twitched her tail. "They lead us. We go where they go." She waited for Crimson before leaving.

 

[Amer]

Willow stood up a twitched her tail. "They lead us. We go where they go." She waited for Crimson before leaving.

Crimson walked along and nudged Willow to answer Oleander's question because she was acting more antisocial than him.