In Recent Memory

Recent Deaths
Vine-
Black and white queen with pale green eyes.
First Matriarch of the Tribe.
Died via car 1 year ago.

Dusty-
Chocolate tom with wide green-yellow eyes.
Died of a coyote attack six months ago.

Snowflake-
White queen with pale blue eyes.
Died of kitbirth 2 months ago.

Rusty-
Vivid ginger tom with fluffy fur and gold eyes.
Died of sickness 1 month ago.

Flame-
Red pointed tom with blue eyes.
Died via car one year ago.

Fog-
Pale grey queen with green eyes and a smidge of white.
Died of sickness six months ago.

Strike-
Grey and white queen with green eyes and a white blaze up her nose.
Died of kit complications 1 month ago.

Recent Births

Patches' Litter (6 months by Dusty)

Snowflake's Litter (2 months by Rusty)

Tar's Litter (6 months by Little Star)

Strike's Litter (2 months by Dandelion)



One year ago, the founder Vine died.

Her legacy was great: the cats of the town had come together in a grand group called the Tribe, during a time of great suffering. When starvation was great and morale was low. When the twolegs saw the local cats as vermin. She brought them together and showed them there was a better way: community.

That was twenty years ago.

At the age of 19, Vine found herself too slow to get out of the view of a car. It was before those shining eyes that she died, loved and mourned by her Tribe: but her death was not peaceful, before or after. The great plague of starvation was back upon the cats. The prey was all gone again, except for what little could hide from the cats efficiently. Sickness is on the rise, and only one elder survives, where there were once nine or ten. Fear looms in the hearts of all cats. Was Vine's death a sign of the end? Only two generations into the Tribe's existence, was it about to end with the beginning of the third?

To make matters worse, hard times fell on the Tribe. Another cat, Flame, also died of a car's attack shortly after, leaving behind a litter of very young kits by Smoke. With his death came even more hopelessness, and fear that twolegs would bring about the Tribe's death.

Six months ago, a coyote found the abandoned dwelling, causing mass panic among the cats - especially the queens who had new kits to tend. By miracle only one cat died, Dusty, while protecting the kits from harm - including his own, who were only a few days old at the time. Thanks to his heroism the Tribe was inspired to go on, to fight for their survival no matter what happened! Not long after Dusty's death, Fog too died, however her death was due to sickness rather than an attack, made worse by a savage bite by the coyote.

For the next three months, life went on as normal. Prey got scarcer, life got harder, twolegs got more aggressive; but life went on. No more kits were born but no cat died.

Then, two months ago, the worst happened: Snowflake, a breathtaking white queen, died in kitbirth. It was a tragedy felt by all the cats of the Tribe, and its effects are still making ripples in the current day. Her kits by Rusty still live.

One month ago, Rusty too died, however it was of a sickness. Strike died the same way Snowflake went, her kits coming out too big for her body to handle. She died of blood loss, and her death was once again felt by all. She lost two kits, unnamed, in the process; but the rest by Dandelion live on as her legacy.

--CURRENT DAY--

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