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{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

The day was cool, the wind was light, and the temperature just right enough to Juliet to go and explore again today.

Of course, it’d taken most of the morning and all afternoon, but she was hoping it’d be worth it.  She’d taken a break to catch and eat her lunch in Pheasant Woods, but the squirrel that had seemed so huge hours ago now was a meager lump in her stomach.  It yowled in complaint as if to remind the Shadow Triber that it was still there, and it was still hungry.  Juliet bit her lip and pressed on, forcing herself to ignore it.

The rocks were unfamiliar and almost hot beneath her paws as she climbed, an elated sense of joy and accomplishment surging in her chest.  Finally, she’d made it.  That one day a couple of weeks ago, she’d come so close...but then she’d run into that Blue-Green-Water.  Juliet didn’t regret that meeting at all...but it had certainly put a hindrance on the whole mountain-climbing expedition.  As a matter of fact, when they had finished talking, by the time she’d returned to Shadow Tribe it had been far past nightfall.  It’d taken Juliet several more days to wait for the weather to align just perfectly, and finally it had.  Ever since joining the Tribes she’d developed somewhat of a wanderer’s heart and a love for exploration.  She’d walked so many places that she knew almost all of the neutral lands...except this final mysterious corner, the corner where it was said the earth breathed.  And the earth breathed fire.

She wasn’t so sure if that part was true- she rather hoped it wasn’t- but she wanted to see nonetheless.  Juliet had taken it upon herself to at least do that much.  Marveling at the coiled, strong muscles that had developed since her stay in Shadow Tribe, the young she-cat tensed and leaped, taking her first jump up onto the sloping slab of rock and listening to the soft hissing of steam up ahead.

~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Breathing Caldera | Season: Spring ~

Evening sky slowly becoming night, the stars and moon shown faintly in the sky as the sun fell over the western horizon near Nightwatch Forest. With icy blue gaze focusing on the direction he was going… The breathing Caldera in hope to explore it a little more. Why? Well one could say the Green-Fire was distracted by a certain Orange-Earth and a certain Green-Fire didn’t have the chance to explore the neutral land, what a shame!
Just as the Green-Fire got closer, steam suddenly bursted out of the ground from the neutral land. “Cool…” Walking half around the steaming land, the ebony and white tom barely made out a distant figure that was on the rock. Lime green tattoo lighting up to a brighter lime green, the Green-Fire let out a low hiss as claws clenched at the ground and he spoke with a semi hostile tone. Just before he spoke, Damon made out a Pink/Orange Shadow Tribe tattoo… Hmm, a Shadow Triber… Nothing new to see. As the thought crossed his mind, Damon finally spoke. “Isn’t it a little too dangerous for a Pink/Orange-Shadow to be venturing along this terrain? Don’t want anything bad to happen to such a lovely looking she cat to have her first scar.” With a low growl rumbling in the Green-Fire’s throat, he drew closer to be able to get a better look at the Pink/Orange-Shadow. Getting closer, the ebony and white tom took note of the Pink/Orange-Shadow’s height. You got to be kidding me… This cat has to be the second tallest cat I’ve met this season! Such thought crossed his mind as he looked up slightly, but he kept his tone solemn and semi hostile. “Far from home aren’t ya, sweetheart?” Raising an invisible brow, Damon jumped on a rock as well with lime green tattoo half active/glowing, this Shadow Triber seem like she wouldn’t be able to cause much harm to him.

[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Breathing Caldera]

Azure eyes flashed with excitement as a sheet of darkness gradually overtook the pale light that dared remain above the horizon, brilliant blue irises glowing almost in an ethereal manner as her paws thrummed across the ground. A light, ticklish feeling rose up from her chest and into her throat as she drew closer to her destination, an odd sensation but not entirely unwelcome, she supposed - anything could happen, she was sure, and it wouldn’t put a damper on her spirits. Tonight, tonight she’d see him again. Whether he liked it or not.
With a grin the patched fire-triber scrambled over an exposed slab of stone jutting out of the earth and shoved against the rock with hind lgs, paws outstretched to leap to the next, only to find herself ramming into something solid. Black. Again? For the Spirits’ sakes…
An angry groan rising in her throat, the young Orange scrambled backwards onto the earth and fixed the feline who’d had the misfortune of getting in her way with a ferocious scowl, expression growing even more poignant as realization set in of who exactly had delayed her travels. “What the heck, Damon?” Charley spat, fur along her scruff bristling with annoyance as she looked over him with something rivaling contempt. “What’re you…” Accusatory voice faded into nothingness as something in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and with a dismissive flick of the ear her gaze left the Green-Fire’s, and rested instead on the face of an unfamiliar cat but with a tattoo that send bristles up her spine. “More importantly, what are you doing?” She added with eyes narrowed as she swept her gaze upwards, taking a step forward to fix the Pink-Orange Shadow with a prominent scowl.
Nevermind that they were all rather far from their own territories - that didn’t matter. None of that mattered to her.

{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

The dark tabby hadn’t made it very far at all when suddenly she leapt up a spur of rock- and came face to face with a dark-pelted Fire Triber.

Juliet instantly took a wary pace back, ivy eyes narrowing as the tom fixed her with a curious and slightly hostile stare.  Fear flickered in her chest when the tom let his tattoo activate, and she fought back full-blown panic.  Is he really going to attack me?  I...I haven’t done anything!  Yet though it gleamed ominously over the stranger’s face, he merely glared at her and spoke with a growl edging his voice.  Before Juliet could respond, pelt bristling slightly in offense, there came a tumbling of paws and a second cat sprawled out just behind the dark cat’s flanks.  Damon..?  So that was the Green-Fire’s name, then.  Juliet swallowed and tried to lock her legs firmly in place, keeping her from padding backwards once more.  Now there were two of them.  The smaller Orange-Fire glared up at her, a scowl fixed over her maw, and Juliet narrowed her eyes in bewilderment.  What in Nandryx were they doing?  This was neutral territory- they were just as far away from home as she was, and with absolutely no right to question her presence!  Hackles raising slightly, the Pink-Orange-Shadow tilted her head and regarded the strange pair carefully, flicking her tail behind her.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” she mewed smoothly to the tom named Damon first, and then let her eyes fall to the other she-cat’s.  She exhaled in an impatient huff and added, “I could ask you the same question.  It’s not exactly as if this was right by your borders, so you can’t get angry at me for being here.  This is free land.”  Gray-green eyes sparking uneasily, she raised her chin and looked down at the Fire Tribers with as neutral an expression as she could manage, refusing to let them see that she was put off and...yes...afraid.  They wouldn’t dare attack me out of nowhere, would they?


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Breathing Caldera | Season: Spring ~

Jet black claws raking against the stone below him, Damon wasn’t aware of his surroundings until he felt a small figure bump into him which hardly made him budge. “What in the name of Fire Spirits?!” Looking around, he noticed the small Orange-Fire Charley. “Wow Charley! You’re very good with defeating your opponent! Seems like I won this round, Sweetie!” Such sarcasm was in the Green-Fire’s tone, deciding not to get into a little quarrel with the petite Orange-Fire. Damon turned his head towards the Pink/Orange-Shadow, flames flickering around him. “Now that was stupid Charley. Decided to reveal my name, before I introduced myself to a lovely Pink/Orange-Shadow. Don’t even think about pulling any of your Shadow Tribe abilities, because I will personally singe your fur to the point you’re one naked feline!” Wow Damon, you said it with a half smile… So blunt and straightforward. Baring his teeth and tail lashing, Damon stood his ground which he wasn’t afraid of the Shadow Tribe’s ability. Why? Knowing himself, Damon is a one cat army. It would be a piece of fire-rat when it comes to fighting a few felines here and there, also to add that all Tribe abilities don’t intimidate this Green-Fire. Turning towards Charley, he spoke with a solemn tone. “Visiting your boyfriend again, Charley?” With a snort of annoyance, the Green-Fire looked towards the Pink/Orange-Shadow and gave a friendly wink with his scarred eye, what a charmer!


[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Breathing Caldera]

Face contorted into an annoyed scowl, the young Orange opened her mouth to shoot back a response to her dark-furred Tribemate before clamping it shut again, fur on end and bristling. Completely ignoring the Pink-Orange-Shadow’s response - whatever it was, it couldn’t be nearly as infuriating as whatever left her Tribemate’s vile mouth - Charley let out an angry hiss and pinned her ears at Damon’s sarcastic coo, the sound sending a shudder of irritation down her spine as if just by emerging from his throat it took a hit at her dignity. So much for nothing ruining her evening. She frowned.
“Shut it, Damie.” The smith mewed, echoing his tone with a sickly sort of sweetness that made bile creep up in her throat and claws extend into the earth. Something about him, about his stupid face, his dumb voice, his idiotic smirk that constantly was painted on his muzzle made her want to gag and shove his tongue down his throat if he even dared look at her. Shooting an angry look aside and inhaling in an attempt to contain the annoyance boiling in the pit of her stomach, Charley channeled her anger into a forepaw gave a nearby pebble a well-deserved kick, before turning on the Shadow Triber with a frown plastered on her face. “Much as I hate to agree with him, if you even speak so much of a letter of my name I will end you and use your fur for a nest, got it?” She shot towards the much larger Pink-Orange, a frown tugging at her maw.


{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | The Breathing Caldera }

Almost immediately, the two Fire Tribers were at it- hackles bristling, snapping at each in such sickly sweet tones that Juliet pinned her ears back, unable to determine whether she was more disgusted or dismayed.  Do all Fire Tribers squabble like kittens…?  She grimaced slightly, flicking her tail with unease as the two snapped back and forth.  Now she knew both their names; just great.  Not like Juliet even cared, she wasn’t secondary and glad of it.  She regarded the smaller Orange-Fire- Charley- with surprise.  For being so much smaller than the both of them, she was full of fire.  Juliet wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or wary by her.

She made a face slightly at Charley’s hostile comment, meowing carefully with a fake look of contemplative dismay, “Ah...I suppose that’ll make speaking tough from now on- oh.”  She scratched absent-mindedly at an ear, sheepishly grinning.  “I think I used several letters ther- oh, right, there I go again.  I hope you don’t mind if I can continue using letters, but I promise not to use your names….”  She grimaced slightly and glared back at the Green-Fire.  “Even yours, ‘Damie.’  Would you rather I call you that or Damon?”  So long as they were going to be on edge, Juliet was going to try and either play off as “cool” or at least get some fun out of it.  She dearly hoped they appreciated sarcasm.  Spirits help me, don’t let them tear out my tail thinking I’m serious.  I-I mean, I was serious about the no-using-names part, but the letters- that’s ridiculous.

The adolescent hooked her claws over the rocks in front of her and nervously regarded the two Tribemates.  So much for a great expedition to explore the Caldera.  No, instead she had to get stuck with two Fire Tribers whose personalities lived up to their tattoo’s name.


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Breathing Caldera | Season: Spring ~

Tattoo glowing a bright lime green as Damon looked towards Charley, baring his teeth slightly. “Must you end her Charley? I mean, you could always leave the to a tom, but still… I don’t think I have the power to damage a pretty face, not even yours, Charchar.” A devious grin crossed his lips as the Green-Fire flicked a small size ember on her nose with jet black claws raking the stone beneath him. “Well Sweetheart, you might as well call me Damon. Since this idiot beside me has the right nerves to call me something else, but luckily I’m the kind of cat that doesn’t hurt a fellow Tribe member. But by all means, you can torture Charley all you want since she needs to be taught a lesson to not visit a mud lover.” Looking to Charley at the corner of his eyes, Damon rolled his shoulder. Such tension was in his muscles, and it wasn’t going to get better, Shit, I might as well go visit a Light Triber and see if they can get rid of aching muscles.


[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Breathing Caldera]

Her maw twisted in a foul grimace, Charley pinned her ears against her skull and glared at the Shadow-Triber, hackles bristling with annoyance. She opened her mouth to speak and send some sort of retort back at the shadow-triber when Damon’s sing-songy gag-worthy voice rose up beside her, temporarily distracting her from the Pink-Orange’s presence, and, tattoo activating with a blaze of light over her eye, she spat an ember at his nose, inwardly hoping it’d stay hot enough to burn a patch in his fur. “I’ll gladly end you first, Damie. Just get in line.” She shot back, raising her chin to meet his gaze with azure eyes flaming with defiance. Spirits, of course she had to be stuck with Nandryx’s most annoying tribemates - if it wasn’t for Castail and Psych, heck, she would’ve surely died from pure irritation.
Frowning, a spark of annoyance shot through her gaze as the last words dripped from his vile mouth, and she extended her claws into the earth, feeling the fire in her blood boil, the embers in her heart kindle. “Shut it.” She hissed, frown contorting into an absolutely menacing scowl. “Or so help me the spirits, I will make you.” Charley threatened, tattoo still glittering over her eye and ever so slightly increasing in luminosity as if the mark itself was egging him on. “Unless you’re too scared.” She taunted, lashing her halftail back and forth as she held his gaze with a neverending sneer plastered on her muzzle.


{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

For a brief moment, relief coursed through her when the Green-Fire at least played along.  Yet in the next heartbeat he spat an ember straight back at his Tribemate and Juliet stiffened slightly, looking between the two.  Were they seriously going to fight each other?  “I’m not going to fight either of you,” Juliet said firmly, eyes flicking between the two Fire Tribers even as Charley slowly began to bristle with fury.  The rage that crackled in the Orange-Fire’s blue glare was petrifying, and Juliet couldn’t help but back away a pace, heart pounding in her throat at the thought of more fire.  Are they really immune to it?  Or are they only immune to their own fire?  Judging by the way they had both flinched away from the other’s ember, she supposed they only had protection from their own flames.  And she was lucky enough to not only be trapped between the two hotheads, but be trapped between two primary hotheads.  Quite literally.

“Since I know your names, you can know mine,” muttered Juliet, loath to say so but determined to be fair.  Plus, if she gave a sign of trust- even though she didn’t trust either cat as far as she could throw them, and that was a considerably high amount- maybe they would cool off.  It seemed tempers had flared in the beginning due to her presence.  Was their hostility towards her feeding their argument?  Shaking her fur out self-consciously, the adolescent meowed, “I’m Juliet…”  Her voice trailed away as the Orange-Fire spat threats at her Tribemate, and with an anxious pang in her chest Juliet tightened her grip on the rocks beneath her.  Spirits, don’t let them start fighting…


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Breathing Caldera | Season: Spring ~

Wincing at the ember that landed on his nose, Damon swiped it away with his white forepaw. Ice blue gaze burning with rage, "Scared? HA! Bring it Sweetie! I'm right here! We'll see who's half tail will be running off to their daddy!" The grin on his face faded away as the Green-Fire jumped down from the rock, face to face with Charley and gaze burning into her blue gaze. They were literally nose to nose, "Show me what you got, Charchar! Or are you scared?" All that remained for Damon was only him and taunting the Orange-Fire. He didn't even hear the Pink/Orange-Shadow talking behind them.


[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Breathing Caldera]

A wicked grin crawling up her muzzle, Charley narrowed her intense blue eyes as she locked gazes with the other fire triber, scarcely even registering the Pink-Orange Shadow who had spoken behind them. Blood roared in her ears and fire pumped through her veins, and all she saw was him. Raising her head and glaring into the depths of his eyes, she held her eyes steady as the Green-Fire leapt off the rock, coming to a standstill with his nose a breath away from hers. With a hiss she allowed her tattoo to flare back and crawl over her forehead, glowing with the of the sun. “Gladly.” She purred, eyes flaring with a devilish sort of light, and, fire burning in the back of  her throat, she backed up a few paces as if retreating before throwing herself against him with full force, ignoring the presence of the Shadow-Triber entirely as her eye sparked a blazing orange.


{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

The adolescent breathed in...and stopped breathing, eyes widening in stunned horror as the two went from pushing their muzzles in the other’s face to suddenly leaping and entangling themselves in a writhing, glowing mess.  The Orange-Fire’s face gleamed just as brightly as Damon’s but whereas his dark pelt was accented by the lime green of his tattoo, hers blazed fiercely orange.  The two clashed and flickered like burning stars, and Juliet staggered backwards a pace, gaze huge and terrified.

“What are you doing?” she screeched, lashing her tail in panic and pacing back and forth, trying to find an opening to get them apart.  “You’re seriously going to fight over insults?  You’re Tribemates- cut it out-”

Yet for all Juliet yowled, she knew she would be better off remaining silent; they had stopped listening and regarding her long ago already, and she doubted they had even heard anything past her name, if that.  They certainly hadn’t made a big deal over it, or even acknowledged it- it was if the young Shadow Triber was not there.  And that terrified her.


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Breathing Caldera | Season: Spring ~

Damon lifted his brow as the Orange-Fire backed up, but soon her tattoo activated! “Bring it o-” A ball of fluff jumped onto Damon, pinning him down and with lime green tattoo brightening more. Dammit! Hmm, try this on for size! The Green-Fire thought as his legs met Charley’s stomach and he kicked her off towards the tall Pink/Orange-Shadow. Scrambling onto his paws before the Orange-Fire got the chance to throw a few other punches or flames towards the ebony and white tom, ice blue gaze raging with imaginary flames in his eyes. Steam from the holes of The Breathing Caldera came out of the ground as if it was gasping for air, flames surrounding the Green-Fire as he stood his ground, waiting for the Orange-Fire’s next move.


[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Breathing Caldera]

Eyes narrowed and flashing wickedly with an orange glint, Charley let out a triumphant hiss as claws met fur, and, digging her teeth into Damon’s ear, she battered at his sides with her hind paws, taking full advantage of her position, before suddenly the larger tomcat got the upper hand. Her lungs screamed internally as his hind paws shoved painfully against her stomach and momentarily knocked the wind out of her, and the world seemed to spin for a moment before the Orange-Fire collided with a solid force. For the love of- with an angry hiss the small tabby shoved off of the other cat and allowed the power of her tattoo to fully flow through her body, until her fur was flickering with semi-dormant flames and her eyes glowed menacingly. The power flowing through her veins almost overwhelmed her, the embers that crackled in her fur occasionally flicking brighter as if daring the Green-Fire to come closer.


{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

With a short, choked gasp the Pink-Orange-Shadow stiffened as Charley’s teeth snatched at Damon’s ear and her claws sought purchase on the dark tom’s slick pelt.  This was no regular skirmish between Tribemates- they were fighting as if they truly, honestly hated each other.  They were fighting like a Fire Triber and a Shadow Triber might- except the real Shadow Triber was standing off to the side, completely unharmed, and shockingly completely uninvolved.

That bothered her.

The dark tabby gritted her teeth and felt her breath escape her when suddenly Charley was kicked into her side, driving oxygen from her lungs and knocking her down.  For all of her height, Juliet was of a rather spindly build, and a direct hit was enough to send her toppling.  She winced as the Orange-Fire snarled and shoved off of Juliet’s torso, rushing back into the fray and lighting her pelt with flickering embers.  Panic gripped her for a moment, fierce and icy cold- they were really going to hurt each other.  And they really didn’t care.

Juliet didn’t know she was moving, or even calculating a movement, until she was already in the midst of doing so.  There was no way that she would be able to get Damon to budge- much as she was taller, she was in no way heftier.  Charley was the better choice to haul back.  She couldn’t let them tear each other to pieces.  Much as she didn’t have any fondness for most Fire Tribers...she didn’t want to see two of them fighting either.  The chocolate-furred warrior leaped, heart in her throat as she craned her neck to avoid Charley’s fiery pelt, and delicately took the Orange-Fire’s scruff between her teeth to pull backwards and separate her from her Tribemate...before they did anything they would regret.


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Breathing Caldera | Season: Spring ~

Jet black claws raked against the soil beneath him, ice blue gaze being a mixture of lime green and the fire that raged around him. His fur soon was engulfed in flames, his midnight colored pelt was like the sky in Nandryx… If it wasn’t full of stars, it would resemble the Green-Fire’s pelt, thus the nickname he received when he met the Pink/Orange-Light. She called the Green-Fire ‘Starless’ meaning his black as night pelt, that nickname fits him quite well. Flames raging on against his midnight colored pelt, ice blue gaze reflected the flames that surrounded him and ON him, he was like a living star right in front of the two cats, but this star is about to take off! “Bring it Sweetheart!” The Green-Fire yowled, claws raking against the ground and soon making the soil fly up in the air as Damon made an attempt to tackle the Orange-Fire, a meteorite that is about to destroy those who is in his path. Let there be fire!


[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Breathing Caldera]

Voice rising up in a yowl, eyes burning with the fire that now crackled from her pelt in rolling waves, the Orange-Fire prepared to leap forward to meet the flaming cat head on for a cataclysmic collision when something foreign caught a hold of her scruff, and almost instinctively, as if channeling her internal outrage her body erupted in a pillar of flames, lapping outwards at whatever form had dared grab a hold of her in such a manner. Pupils dilating until her non-tattooed eye was almost completely black from the heat of the battle, as if the fire spirit itself had taken over the blazing form, Charley writhed, her fire-engulfed paws charring the earth to blackness beneath her. Heat, power, intensity surged in her chest, until the entire world around her seemed to be alight, molten blood pumping in her ears as she shoved against the force to meet the blazing Fire-Triber in her path.

{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Damon light up in response- knowing what was coming next, she yanked backwards with all her might, enough strength coursing through her upper torso to rear her momentarily on her hind legs as Charley’s smaller figure slammed against her chest.  There was a strange popping sound and then a sharp, tangy smell that burned in her nose, and for a moment Juliet was merely puzzled, drifting as time slowed and light filled her vision.

She thought it was pretty.

Then suddenly it wasn’t just light anymore- it was white-hot and it was everywhere.  For a pawful of heartbeats she could not register the pain; she felt only heat, heat so hot it was like ice as it seared across her face and chest and adjoining shoulder, and then it hit her with the force of twenty Earth Tribers and she reeled back, thrashing, anything to get away.  She was on fire.  Her face was on fire.  Flame licked across her cheek and throat and she collapsed to the ground and screamed, screamed till her throat was as raw as her burning skin and her pupils blew.  Had to get it off.  Had to stop the burning.  All and any sense left her void, claws scrabbling at the ground and body contorting in an insane effort to free her of the burning, and all the while terrible, high-pitched sounds- not unlike tearing metal- ripped from her gut and out through her teeth.  Tears streamed from her eyes, but they didn’t help.  They stung.  What good was crying when it only hurt worse?

Juliet was a living meteor and she had come down to earth.


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Breathing Caldera | Season: Spring ~

Suddenly his target moved right before his very eyes, the Green-Fire jumped over the piled cats and turned around to only hear a yowl of pain. “Oh great Spirits! Charley! Get off of her!” Even though this was half his fault, Damon came running over to the piled cats with tattoo now inactive and ice blue gaze full of worry. Seeing Charley now off of the Pink/Orange-Shadow, she was still on fire! “Shit! Shit! Shit” Damon looked around frantically to just see dirt. “Doesn’t dirt get rid of fire?” Looking at Charley in question, he didn’t wait for an answer and quickly started digging, throwing dirt at the Pink/Orange-Shadow in hope that got rid of the fire. It kind of did/  Eyes kind fixed on the scar on the Pink/Orange-Shadow. What did he see? A huge ass scar going across her face and some of her chest. Oh Great Spirits! Damon looked up at Charley and looked back down at the Pink/Orange-Shadow, “W-We need to get her to Light Tribe. Like, fast! Air Tribe cat fast!” Left ear dripping with blood from Charley’s bite, Damon looked to Charley with a scowl, baring his teeth. “Help me, smart one!” Damon didn’t know how to go at an angle of getting a cat on his back, and I highly doubt the Pink/Orange-Shadow has the strength to get up and climb on his back or walk all the way to Light Tribe territory.


[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Breathing Caldera]

For a moment she seemed to be suspended in midair, floating, glowing vividly like those light-up bugs she'd chased with Fadri. Everything was still, her flaming body crackling and popping as flames danced from her pelt, sending a surreal sort of glow through her chest. And then she hit the ground - no, that wasn't the ground. And what was that smell - it was so unlike the soothing scent of the forge, it was harsh and gag-inducing...it was her. And suddenly the world sped up once more. Fire was everywhere, no longer on her body alone, and the scent of burning flesh filled the air and all the while a blood-chilling yowl rose up beneath her. No. No. NO.  Snapping back to reality, Charley's tattoo snapped back to dormancy, panic flaring in dark pupils as realization hit her. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry-" She breathed, eyes widened in absolute terror at the cat writhing on the earth beneath her, skin and fur crackling beneath her flames. What had she done? This was never supposed to happen, never supposed to happen...Pure panic seized at her joints as she stared in horror down at the screeching Shadow-Triber, ignoring her own wounds that had stained fur scarlet, every instinct screaming for her to run, escape the horror scene before her. Damon's voice snapped her into action. "It was an accident!" She spat at her tribemate, desperately pawing at the earth to subdue the flames. Spirits, what had she done?
Swallowing, she did her best to tug at the larger cat’s scruff, legs trembling with the effort, glaring at Damon all the while, her anger at herself for once again deep-frying a Shadow-Triber showing the only way it knew how. “Just don’t die, okay? Don’t die, otherwise I swear to the Fire-Spirit I’ll kill you!”


{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

The horrible smell of her own burning fur gagged her, made her eyes water worse until the flow of tears was entirely uncontrollable.  Her paws scrabbled at nothing, seeking to grasp at something, anything- and finding a blank slate of dirt.  The pain was unforgiving.  It ravaged her as a wildfire might- and the metaphor was all too literal- burning in every place that counted and threatening to surge over the rest of her.  She could not think any further past stopping the fire.  Get it off! she screamed silently, jaws gaping in a soundless cry as she dug her claws into the earth.  A new agony gripped her, then, as the Fire Tribers abruptly began tossing dirt over her wounds to smother the flames.  She knew this, deep down, but it...it...it hurt.  She tried to tell them to stop, but her voice wouldn’t work.  All she could do was croak.  She wondered feebly if the fire had gotten her throat, too, but maybe it tasted like blood because she’d been wailing too long.  That was probably it.

A soft groan tore from her when the Green-Fire attempted to lift her, and through a haze she heard Charley speaking, voice trembling.  I don’t want to die.  Terror seized her, and faces swam before her eyes, unbidden- Solidago, Viola, Tarek, Kyer, Phoenix, Aruna.  I don’t want to leave you...please don’t make me leave you…  She shuddered, eyes squeezing shut as if the pressure could relieve some of her pain.  Of course it couldn’t.  Nothing could relieve this.


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Breathing Caldera | Season: Spring ~

Hearing the slight groan of the Pink/Orange-Shadow, Damon’s solemn tone was soon changed into something calm… Almost like a father would talk to his kits, “It will be fine, we’ll be in Light Tribe before you even know it.” Looking back at the Orange-Fire, Damon beckoned her over to help him carry the Shadow Tribe. “Get the rear end, this Pink/Orange-Shadow is way too tall and lengthy.” He spoke with a once again solemn tone, feeling the heat from burn mark that lingered on the Pink/Orange-Shadow’s face. “Dammit Charley, why did you have to be such an idiot and do this?” Not waiting for the reply, Damon fast walked across the terrain, hurrying over to Light Tribe territory. The weight from the Pink/Orange-Shadow was heavy on his back, but he ignored the weight and continued on.

Being a good distance from their previous area- The Breathing Caldera, Damon heard a rustling sound in the distance, his ears flicked forward to the point they were like radar dishes. Blood from his left ear splattered against the ground, but very few blood was coming down so it didn’t bother him as much. Deciding it was just a pesky rabbit or squirrel, Damon looked back at Charley to check on her. “Everything alright?” He spoke with a sort of solemn tone, but such a tone couldn’t hide the fact that he was concerned for both the Shadow Triber and his stupid Tribemate.


[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Breathing Caldera]

Charley scowled at Damon as he instructed her to help carry the Shadow-Triber, but was feeling too sickened to dare argue too much. “It was an accident! It’s not my fault!” She shot back to Damon’s accusation, though the denial was oddly halfhearted. For Spirits’ sake, why did it have to be a Shadow-Triber of all of the cats? A mix of anger and guilt swirled in her heart, and instantly her mind drifted back to Castail, the Silver-Fire, and her heart dropped. There was no way she’d be allowed home after this - she was just a total screw-up, wasn’t she? Roasting one Shadow Triber was bad enough, but a second? She didn’t even dislike this one - had teased her, that’s for sure, but she would never have burnt her on purpose.There was no way she was getting out of this. No way she deserved to get out of this. Shifting her hold on the Pink-Orange Shadow, she managed a quiet apology once more, meant solely for the whimpering cat’s ears. A scowl plastered on her maw, for fear that her brave shell might crack as it had long ago with Suri, she shot back a retort at Damon, her voice sour. “Yeah, fine. Except for the fact, y’know, I just sort of deep-fried a cat again.. One time, it’s an accident. A screwed up accident. Second time it’s unforgivable. No chance he’ll stand to even look at me after this. Let alone let me come home.” A frown tugged at her muzzle.


{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Near Light Tribe }

She couldn’t tell how long they’d been walking.  It felt like an eternity- her raw flesh chafed against the smoky-scented fur of Damon’s back, and every time he jostled her too much she swallowed down a mangled whimper.  Everything hurt.  Everything was tinged red with...with...well, she wasn’t sure what.  It could be a great many things.  The last dying echo of the fire or her blood...or perhaps just pain.  Red seemed like a fitting color for pain, and pain denounced her.  It attacked her, unforgiving in its wrath, till she wondered what on earth she had ever done to make it carry such a personal vendetta.  She faintly heard the two Fire Tribers- Charley, who was upset, and Damon, who had briefly tried to comfort her but given up.  That scared her.  She wondered if he recognized that she was dying.

Juliet didn’t want to die.  She wanted to become an Orange.  She wanted to see her brother and sisters again, and she wanted to see Aruna...wanted to say goodbye to the two tom cats she tentatively called friend.  She’d never had friends before the Tribes, and just when she had made a few, she was going to die.  She felt it, searing in her face, slowly unraveling her and draining what was Juliet, what was Cleome, away.  Yet she was so weak from agony that she could not speak and tell the Fire Tribers this.  Excuse me, but could I please let you know that I think I’m going to be dead very soon?  Even through all of her hurt, Juliet recognized that was stupid.  A new tear leaked from her cheek, searing over her ruined face.  She could not even bring herself to worry about how she looked.  She supposed it didn’t really matter, when she was going to die soon anyway.

Then Charley’s words repeated themselves to her.

“Just don’t die, okay?”

Okay, she whispered, the word weak even in her mind, yet she clung to it fiercely and refused to let go.  Okay.


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Small Stones | Season: Spring ~

The evening sky slowly became night, ice blue gaze piercing through the darkness. It has been a good while since he last spoke. Looking forward, he kept his gaze to where he thinks Light Tribe territory is at, silence was in the air until the Green-Fire spoke with a relaxed tone. "Charley, I bet the Silver-Fire will forgive you. We all make mistakes in our life, and hell I made plenty to result in a few things I'm left with for all eternity. Like it or not, we learn from those mistakes and we try not to do them again. But this accident, you're just having bad luck, and maybe- just maybe this will be the last time you will make these kind of mistake, learn from it like I'm learning from my mistakes." Hearing groans on his back, Damon lightly pressed his head in reassurance to the Pink/Orange-Shadow's head. "We're almost there, just hang in there." Just as Damon spoke that, they came across a few stones they had to cross to make it to Light Tribe camp, cursing under his breath Damon looked back to Charley. "Charley, I'll try to take it from here. Its obvious we both don't want to go for a swim tonight, so one cat at a time... Plus the cat on my back..." Looking at the rocks, Damon put each paw in front of another. The weight of the Pink/Orange-Shadow gave the Green-Fire a more of a chance to visit the Waters of Ezrael and he was not in the mood to go for a swim!

It felt like an hour, but it was only two minutes and he was already at the middle rock. The bushes in front of the Green-Fire rustled and Damon's tattoo lit up, flames rising in front of them. "This is the second damn time I heard rustling, Charley. Check it out!" The Green-Fire said with a low growl, tail lashing as the sound of the rustles drew closer. Forgetting about the Pink/Orange-Shadow, he was soon reminded that she was on his back, being just too into the event that is going on currently- suspicion on what is in front of them in the darkness. "We're almost there Pink/Orange-Shadow. We're almost there." He spoke with a calm tone, but he couldn't hide the aggression in his tone on what is going on currently. Who was in the shadows in front of them? The answer would be unknown until his fellow Tribemate finds out. While Charley took care of the situation, he tried to keep the Pink/Orange-Shadow from feeling discomfort. For example: Telling her it will be alright, tried making things cheery- which he failed at, or tried telling stories about a certain Pink-Fire(Phoebe) to the Pink/Orange-Shadow. Hopeful that things settled with the Pink/Orange-Shadow, Damon caught a faint glimpse of maroon colored dots spotting the rock below him- it was coming from Damon's ear. Dammit Damon! Stop stressing over things or your ear will be bleeding again! Anyways! Besides the Green-Fire, the Pink/Orange-Shadow wasn't doing too hot herself. How so? He could literally feel the heat from the Shadow Triber's scorched skin, it was still radiating with heat! Oh great Spirits, lets hurry this trip up! I'm not sure how much longer this Pink/Orange-Shadow will last, Damon thought to himself as he saw a faint glimpse of the Shadow Triber's wound, it wasn't getting any better. Blisters and more gorey stuff was showing, and to be honest? It was making Damon's stomach turn, but he tried to push the feeling away and focus on not himself, but the Pink/Orange-Shadow and also keep an eye on the Orange-Fire as she scout the area in front.


[ Orange-Fire | Charley |The Small Stones]

Charley couldn’t help but suppress an eyeroll as Damon began to speak, a poignant frown tugging at her muzzle as he attempted to ‘console’ her. Sure, everyone made mistakes. But not everyone was a big enough numbskull to light two Shadow-Tribe cats on fire with tribe tensions already high enough. She’d already almost caused a war once, this practically confirmed its happening. Why couldn’t it have been, she didn’t know...an Air Triber? That would make things slightly less complicated. Air tribers were lame anyway. With an irritated sigh, she half heartedly spat an ember at the ground (the cat’s weight on her shoulders making it much more difficult to give some innocent rock or plant a well-aimed kick) then, after a moment’s thought immediately clamped her mouth shut. Yeah, way to go Charley. Play with fire around the half-roasted cat. As Damon’s voice rose up once more, the tabby pinned back her ears and opened her mouth to tell him to shut up already, her scruff bristling angrily, before instead wrinkling her nose at him and nodding at his suggestion, pulling out from under the scorched Shadow Triber and giving the water before them a wary scowl. ‘Course there was the spirit-forsaken liquid on the way to Light Tribe - last time she had visited she’d been unconscious. Ears perking as a rustling sound broke the silence, she tentatively leapt ahead, ears pinned and eyes alert. Narrowing her eyes as the rustling grew closer, she activated her tattoo and scowled at the vegetation, irritation pricking at her maw. The last thing she needed was some stupid cat to get in the way when there was already her idiotic tribemate and a half-burnt cat behind her. “For the love of the Fire Spirit - I swear if you don’t show yourself I will burn you and that spirit-forsaken bush to a crisp, got it?”


[ Orange-Light | Aruna | The Small Stones ]

It hadn’t been a very eventful day at all, in fact she’d spent most of it either pestering Nia to teach her herblore or out walking. She’d decided it had been a good day to go out to Water-Tribe, despite the far walk, to see her friend who resided there, and now she couldn’t help the little bounce in her step as she came back from her visit. He always managed to do that to her, make her smile even when she didn’t want to, purr even when she were worrying over things that seemed to always be going wrong in her life, she supposed that was why she was always drawn to him, he was like a flame and she found herself wanting warmth on days when her heart felt cold and fearful. But now, especially as night fell and darkness began to overtake her vision like a blanket, the warmth seemed to evaporate and she was left with trembling paws, trying to make it back as quickly as possible to home, to safety where nothing could jump out at her. Where nothing would harm her except the nightmares she may have in the deep throes of sleep, but even those were easily dealt with. She just had to wake up.

The egyptian mau let out a tiny gasp of surprise as she brushed up yet another bush-she’d down it farther back in her path-, leaving her breathing heavily and heart pounding, picturing the horrors that could be reaching out for her. Of course the bush wasn’t out to harm her but in the few moments where she didn’t know what had stroked her pelt with such sharp and rough claws, her imagination ran rampant. “Aruna, y-you need t-to calm d-down!” She chastised herself but that didn’t keep her voice from quivering or her legs from shaking. She had prepared to step back off when the bush answered her.

“For the love of the Fire Spirit - I swear if you don’t show yourself I will burn you and that spirit-forsaken bush to a crisp, got it?”

With a half strangled yowl of terror she ran blindly away, towards where the moon was shining brighter and the bush’s grotesque fingers didn’t reach greedily towards her and she didn’t have to hear it’s terrible voice making demands of her-- Did it say… Fire-Spirit? Aruna padded to a stop, her pulse still sounding loudly between her ears, as if her heart were not only trying to beat its way out of her chest, but her head as well. Briefly she looked around, surely the voice couldn’t have been from the bush if it had mentioned the Fire-Spirit. She didn’t know much about fauna religion--in fact, they shouldn’t have one at all, if she were thinking perfectly clearly, they were plants. So there had to be someone else… Quickly shy-blue eyes laid on a dark mass which turned into a slender cat, standing a way off from some other… she couldn’t figure out what it was so she stepped towards the obvious feline, attempting to keep her own slight frame from shaking like a leaf.

“H-Hello? A-are y-you here to… t-to see a-a h-healer?” She swallowed hard, past the lump in her throat and took another step closer, enough to see the orange the outlined the she-cat’s eye. “A-are you h-hurt?” She perked her ginger colored ears, wishing her voice were louder, not a soft sounding. But, maybe she wouldn’t seem a threat with how she spoke now. Perhaps her fear and timidness would actually be of use once.


{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

Why couldn’t this have happened in winter?  It was so hot.  She was a living flame, yet somehow her own heat was smothering herself- even though the fire had been stamped out, she still felt as if it were licking its way over her fur, searing its imprint into every part of her that it could touch.  A light shudder ran down the limp adolescent’s spine and her paws quivered, yet she was too weak to lift her head from Damon’s back, scarcely aware that he was trying to console her.  Were they going to Light Tribe?  She hoped that was the case.  She wanted to tell them that she thought she might still be on fire.  Maybe the healers would have more effective ways of putting it out than rolling her in dirt.  Yet Juliet’s voice wouldn’t work, and all she could manage was the tiniest of trembling sighs, eyelids fluttering in a useless attempt to open.  You’re not dying.  You’re not dying.  You’re not…

She heard the two Fire Tribers briefly exchange slightly scathing words before Charley was abruptly gone.  Juliet wondered when that had happened.  The walk felt like it had been an eternity, so she wondered how she wasn’t dead yet.  Suddenly Damon bunched his muscles and...was he leaping?  The dark tabby let out a low cry as the impact jarred her against the Green-Fire’s arching back, claws curling as fresh agony lanced up her side.  Stop, stop, please stop, she tried to say, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.  I changed my mind…please stop jumping…

Somewhere, several tail-lengths away, she heard Charley snapping.  She wasn’t sure if she was directing it at Damon or another cat.  Even through her pain, Juliet felt her insides twist and turn ice cold.  It was bad enough that two Fire Tribers had to see her like this- had to potentially watch her die- but now there was another cat?  She begged for them to go away.  And she hoped, strangely enough, that she was in the stage of hallucination- so that maybe none of that had even been real.  That would be alright.


~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Small Stones | Season: Spring ~

Muscles tensed as the Orange-Fire got a little too aggressive, “Charley, who is that? Who is there?” He spoke with a calm tone, but he couldn’t help but release a growl of discomfort. The Pink/Orange-Shadow was seriously weighing him down, and along with that, she wasn’t getting any better and he managed to hear a whimper and cry of discomfort from her. “It will be fine, just hold on. You’ll feel a bit of pain, but trust me we’re almost at Light Tribe territory.” Damon took hold of the Shadow Triber’s forepaw that hang around his neck, and the Green-Fire took a sort of light jump. Nearly slipping, him and the Pink/Orange-Shadow’s rear took a dip into the water beneath them. Struggling to get on land, he stood beside Charley to see a Light Tribe tattoo- light from his fire made it possible to see. “Charley, stand your ground.” With tone solemn and sort of relaxed, he looked at the Orange-Light. “We need your help, our f- uhmm.. This Pink/Orange-Shadow needs healing, and its… Well, we’ll tell the story on our way to Light Tribe territory.” With ice blue eyes glaring at the Orange-Light, he wanted to make the trip fast. “Anyways, no time to talk. Our friend here- sort of… Is in need of healing fast!” Taking notice of the Orange-Light’s height, he let out another growl.

Looking at Charley, he nodded his head forward for her to take the lead. “Charley, mind taking the lead? I think the Orange-Light can take your part at the rear end. I’ll keep the front up.” Looking at the Pink/Orange-Shadow, seeing her eyes closed, the Green-Fire sighed and spoke once again. “We finally got help Pink/Orange-Shadow, we’ll be there in no time!” Despite his aching back, Damon kept his position and refused to trade spots. Being on their way to Light Tribe territory or camp, he explained the situation on how the Shadow Triber got like this and of course he said his apologies to the Pink/Orange-Shadow…. Even the Orange-Fire, but he hate saying it to Charley… It was kind of like rough play- kits play with claws and abilities, but he didn’t mention it was like that to the Orange-Light.


[ Orange-Fire | Charley | The Small Stones]

Lip raised in a hint of a snarl, Charley flattened her ears against her head as a trembling Light-Triber around her size emerged from the bushes, and her first instinct was to scowl. She couldn’t stand Light Tribers - especially the voodoo nonsense that the secondaries provided, but it was a Light Triber the raggedy trio needed more than anything, so she instead just frowned at her. Opening her mouth to reply, the Orange let out an annoyed huff as Damon spoke up for her, and she fought the urge to turn around and snap at him - who did he think he was, telling her what to do? Instead she simply planted a scowl on her maw and looked over the trembling tabby, before allowing her tattoo to fade into dormancy. “For goodness’ sakes, please tell me you’re a primary.” She murmured, glancing back at the weakened, charred form of Juliet slung across her tribemate’s back, at last shoving aside her brash shell to blink at the Orange-Light. “I refuse to have another cat die ‘cause of me, got it?” Charley mewed, her voice blunt and to the point though a tremor hid behind her cool gaze. Please don’t let her die. “C’mon, what are you waiting for? Do something!” Please.


[ Aruna | Orange-Light | The Small Stones ]

So many demands were being made of her, they swirled around her ears and bombarded her nerves making her want to cower and hide. Tell me you're a primary. Take the Orange-Fires place. Do something! So she did. Steeling her nerves, the mau stepped forward, her heart hammering as she propped the back of the darker feline across her shoulders as gently as possible. A familiar scent wreathed around her but she couldn't place it... Where could it be from? She shook the question from her mind as the Green-Fire spoke, mentioning Pink/Orange Shadow several time... She knew a Pink.... Orange.... With every word the monochrome tom said dread grew in her heart.  It... It can't be... pale blue eyes refused to look at the now familiar white tipped-paws and the near-black tabby pelt. She just couldn't. But soon enough they were in Light-Tribe, the two carrying the limp body of the Shadow-Tribe cat maneuvered carefully, attempting to set her down with as little jarring as possible, but each moan of pain killed her inside.  I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry...

As soon as the moonlight shone upon the familiar dark masked face and the tattoo which curled beautifully across her slender face, Aruna couldn't deny anymore. "O-oh spirits..." Her whisper was choked out as she took in the terrible burn, yet, that wasn't what caught and held her eye, it was but a small detail. Instead she could only stare deeply into her best friend's eyes, which were clouded with agony. "J-Juliet!" The Orange-Light whispered, tears building up and spilling over. If she'd been primary, if she knew how to heal-- "P-please, o-oh spirits, J-Juliet... Please... Please hang o-on. F-for me hang on, w-we'll get you help." she couldn't help how her voice quavered as she spoke or that she drew as close as possible to her, without touching any affected area, paw raising and lowering at the overwhelming need to help but not being able to do anything. So instead she just stared into those ivy eyes and whispered to her. The same message: "S-stay with me, pl-please, I need y-you i-I can't lose you... I-I'm here, s-stay for m-me."


{ Juliet | Pink-Orange-Shadow | Breathing Caldera }

Water soaked up the adolescent’s hindquarters and air hissed out through clenched teeth, eyelids flickering.  It felt like ice in comparison to her wounds- drenching her ashy fur and yet coming nowhere close to the terrible burns.  Her chest ached with a hollow longing for the ice to continue up her spine and over her face, but of course it didn’t.  She scarcely even heard Damon talking to her- she was only aware of them walking still, the motion of the tom’s body beneath her rocking the Pink-Orange-Shadow in a way that would have been comforting if not for the fact that every movement sent a fresh pang of pain throughout her body.  A Light Triber?  Juliet felt a weak twinge of relief sound deep within her, somewhere where the fire hadn’t touched yet.  They could help.  They could stop the burning.

Yet when the newcomer padded closer, Juliet stiffened, feeling soft fur brush against her hindquarters and lift them in Charley’s place.  An all-too-familiar scent wreathed around her, sweet and yet unique.  No… Juliet shifted, yearning to see her, to know that it was true.  Don’t let her see me like this… The dark tabby felt renewed agony grip her, and she shivered as the four continued onward.  She couldn’t die now.  She couldn’t die in front of Aruna.

Being set down made the memory of earth cascading over her wounds feel like a caress.  Her back stiffened and she ground her teeth, eyes sparking with tears again that worked their way past the tightly crinkled corners, waiting for the pain to leave her.  Yet it didn’t; before it could relent, she heard Aruna’s heartbreaking cry, and something snapped inside of her.  I’m so sorry.  I’m so sorry, she wailed internally.  She had never heard Aruna cry before and it wrenched her heart in ways she didn’t realize could be done.  So the chocolate-furred Shadow Triber forced her eyes open, blearily staring up at the Orange-Light as Aruna begged for her to stay.  The spotted she-cat’s cool fur against her side was so comforting, yet Juliet couldn’t tell her so.  She couldn’t tell her that she didn’t want to die, not now, because of her.

She was faintly aware of a crowd gathering around, but Juliet’s eyes never left Aruna’s.  They were still focused on the Orange-Light’s face when the darkness crept up gently around her and opened its arms in invitation, and with a soft sigh and a last look at her best friend she sank backwards and slipped away.
When fireworks go off it's not always so pretty

...I want to thank all three of these wonderful people for doing this roleplay with me even if we all struggled with block at one time or another, they're all such great writers and I love their characters and wow this will make for...interesting relationships

New reference and follow-up piece being uploaded later!  And before anyone flips YEAH that means Juliet is NOT dead she just fell unconscious.  She'll be camping in LT for a while, needless to say... <.<

9,701 words- points to Fire Tribe.

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