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    Westeria Tribes


    Koriri Tribe


    Chieftain: Rules of the whole tribe and decides what they'll do.
    Warriormoon ♂ - Short dark red hair.

    Mage: The closest tribe person to the Tribe of endless Star Walkers, the Tribe's fighter ancestors. They can predict messages by reading signs. They also study up on medicines and potions that would be most helpful for healing their Tribesmates.
    Snaketooth ♂ - Long dark indigo hair with yellow eyes.

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    Naia has always imagined what it must be like beyond the Underwood Tree. The tree that has been sitting upon the hill behind Comester Mansion for more than 100 years! The tree that was said to send children to a far away land, or another realm to say, never to return agian...
    A chain of kids goes missing if they don't return home before sunset. That's as much as the police department summed up so far anyway. And even went so far as to set a curfew over Plywatch Town. In fear of losing more children, the police decided to set a curfew over the peaceful town. And threatened to arrest and/or beat the criminal senseless.
    No one knows for sure where the children ends up once they've set foot beyond that tree. But as soon as you're over there, it's almost impossible to get back. And If they do happen to come back, they end up looking like savages! Like there were really roughing it out in the wild.
    It all sounds very interesting but Naia only imagined what it would be like. She never dreamed of living there. Like she would want to eat snakes and berries for the rest of her life! She's better off in town surviving High School and the bordemn from the police's boring lectures about the town's safety after dark.
    Or so she thought. It turns out coming to Westeria and joining Kokiri Tribe was the best thing that ever happened to her. Sure it back-breaking work just keeping up with it all but, the reward is great. And to just think...all of this wouldn't be happening to her if she hadn't gone beyond that ancient tree that faithful day in March...

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    An enormous waxing gibbous, at least 20 times bigger, floated eeriely over the horizon. A man-a heavy bandaged up man-stared at the shattered moon that reflexed off the pool. Deep in though he was. His face held no expression yet his eyes gleamed in fear. The bandaged man then stared up at the indigo stars overhead.
    "It's almost a full moon out which means the Peace meeting isn't too far off. And the stars are shining exceptionally beautiful of all nights like tonight," An equally handsome man with long dark hair stepped out of the bushes. The mysterious man was also badged but not as serious and, he too was gazing up at the blazing stars. He surpressed the bandged man, but only for the moment. "But, I'm afraid the Tribe of Endless Starwalkers does not hold the answers you seek, Warriormoon. Does today's event troubles my leader?"
    "Never had Kokiri Tribe lost a battle in it's own territory. Or it's own camp for the matter." Warriormoon reluctantly said. "I'm troubled by the amounts of deaths and wounds the tribe has taken. Tell me Snaketooth, how serious are the damages?"
    "Kokiri Tribe's wounds are deep Warriormoon but the tribe is young and strong. They will make a full recovery in due time." The stars that once glittered in Snakethooth's eyes were now clouded with gut-wrenching grief. "But I am sad to say that the tribe has suffered terrible losses. Rainsoot, Riverprint, Fallenhawk, Onestripe, Nightwind, Brackenfoot, and Jayflight's injuries were too servere for my medicines to work. Most of them died during the fight."
    Warriormoon was in near shock and was too lost for words. That was nearly half of the tribe! Yet he managed to utter: "Jayflight?! Not her! She was on the verge of reviving the tribe with new fighters. What about Morningleaf and her youngbloods? Whatever happened to them?"
    "They managed to escape to the safety of the Old Ones' hut. Do not worry, they will live to grow into fine fighters." Snaketooth reassured.
    Warriormoon met Snaketooth's gaze. This almost seemed to go on for a long time before the troubled leader sighed and stared back up at his ancestors. "I am still worried. It is already mid-newleaf. There is still much too little to eat and less youngbloods are being born. I fear that my new role as chieftain is only causing me to make horrible mistakes, and to watch my tribe suffer."
    "Yes, it isn't a good newleaf this season," Snaketooth agreed. "But the season is only just beginning Warriormoon. Even as we speak the world around us is florishing. Do not be too hard on yourself. Give it time."
    Warriormoon sighed agian. "...It is times such as these where we must ask our ancestors for advice. Has the Tribe of Endless Starwalkers spoken to you Snaketooth? Through the Pool of Stars? On Pine Island? Maybe perhaps in dreams?"
    Snaketooth shook his head. "I am sorry Warriormoon. The Tribe of Endless Starwalkers has been silent for many moons. They will send me a signs when they are ready."
    Something rusttled in the tree-tops and an elegant bird shoot out and soared up high into the sky. Was it a pigeon...a dove...or a swan, perhaps? Warriormoon thought about this but later decided it was not important so he dismissed the thought. As the bird vanished into the indigo sky, one of its feathers broke off and landed on the pool's water.
    This was no ordinary feather that just happened to come off of any bird. For this feather luminated an unnatural, dim white glow and hummed a weird sound as soon as it touched the waters. Sending rainbow waves rippling through the black waters, bouncing off the banks, and back to the feather. Not moving from the pool's center.
    And just as sudden as the pool showed off in a parade of colors, it was over. The waters did not move. The pool reflexed the dull starlight. Silence.
    Both Warriormoon and Snaketooth were silent as well. While Warriormoon slowly tries to reply the event he had just witnessed, Snaketooth kneeled over the pool waiting for the feather that was being blown to the banks by the light breeze.
    "Wha...What was that?"
    "A message," Snaketooth replied. "Our fighter ancestors have finally sent me a message...no...not just any message. More like a prophecy. Sky will save the tribes."
    "But...the sky...along with the moon, the sun, and the stars, has only watched us at a distance and out of our reaches. How do you expect the sky to save us if it never did anything for us before? And does the prophecy mean by 'tribes'? Do the others know about this too?"
    Snaketooth shook his head to this too. "I am not very sure myself. I am as surprised as you are Warriormoon. But we must belive that our ancestors will come through."
    "I never said I did." To Snaketooth relief, the depressed leader accutally chuckled. "'Sky will save the tribe', huh?" Warriormoon glanced a final look back up at the stars. Almost in an amused whispered he said. "What does the Tribe of Endless Starwalkers has in store for Kokiri Tribe, I wonder?"
    But the stars only glittered coldly back at him.