Tribe of Dripping Honey/Roleplay

Sun and Moonlight had been out all night the day before, both now resting peacefully in their families den. The tribe usually went by families, as they were usually pretty fair sized. The Seer - however - always had a separate den. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:31, April 18, 2017 (UTC)
Rumor had it that Galaxy was the elusive daughter of the renowned Star-seeker himself. Crimson believed that, he knew his friend extremely well. Others didn't, but Crimson could see the truth. She *was* his daughter. The dark ginger cave-guard trotted bouncily past Mudslide, angling his ears towards the Archon curiously. "Hey Mudslide, have you seen my Archon around? I need to ask her a question." He spoke politely, and the mud-colored she-cat narrowed her eyes in response.
"S'round here somewhere." The Ground-runner muttered passively before returning to her grooming, far more interested in getting all of that mud out than she was interested in helping Crimson. He muttered his thanks slightly, turning and only finding himself bumping into the towering Wolf. He gulped nervously, asking him the same question. The handsome Archon nodded off in a direction without a word, and Crimson thanked him before disappearing.**Silverstar** **(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ﻿ ┻━┻** 20:37, April 20, 2017 (UTC)
Cove gave a slight sigh before she turned after seeing the peacefulness of her family, heading towards the cave entrance and sitting down. She, as her mother called her, was a heavy work-a-holic. The dark gray molly dipped her head slightly as she cast her yellow eyes out towards the edge of mountain overlooking the water below.
Harrier trotted towards the entrance of the cave, spotting Cove - the usual cave-guard on duty. The molly never actually rested, Harrier thought she was just afraid of letting her tribemates down. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:09, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
Loon padded along a rabbit trail, hoping his prey was still nearby. He spotted the rabbit a few fox-lengths away, nibbling on some seeds. He stalked closer. He hoped he could see Hareleap soon, the last he'd seen her she was expecting his kits. Had they been born yet? *Maybe I can sneak out of my territory to BeeClan's to see her. I'll sneak all the way to their camp if I have to.* A crack snapped him out of his thoughts. The rabbit was already a distant brown blur. He looked down to see a broken stick beneath his paws. *I've been so preoccupied lately... I hope no one has noticed...* —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 16:15, April 24, 2017 (UTC)Harrier darted forward, a rabbit in her jaws. It was the prey-hunters job to gather food however other members could do it if they didn't have time. The Mountain Runners were the sole reason the mountain hadn't of collapsed. The Ground Runners ran the tunnels. "Hey, Cove." The tabby and white hunter shouted to the cave-guard who barely gave her a glance. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:19, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
Crimson's short and well-groomed fiery pelt bounced as he trotted along, seeking his Archon for duties...until he smacked his face into the Seer's side. Ancestors curse him, he rudely bumped into the *Seer*! Anyone else would have been killed on the spot by his or her tribrmates. But thankfully for Crimson, he was good friends with his Seer...The others didn't treat her as kindly and equally as him. "Oh, pardon me, Crimson! Are you looking for someone?"**Silverstar** **(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ﻿ ┻━┻** 01:38, April 25, 2017 (UTC)