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  1. Title says it all. Actually, I'll start! "I used the console to change the age of my starter female (increaseage -6), exited the game, came back, and impregnated her. I uploaded the screenshot of that to Steam just to see the reactions of other people xD" Your turn!
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  2. Please send me a picture of all your guys’ favorite creatures!! I need it for something! *wink wink* Also, if you’re a newcomer, PLEASE SUBMIT ONLY ONE CREATURE!! I wanna have room for everyone!
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  3. He just wants a tan, leave him alone XD
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  4. What are your best stategies for collecting food effectively (in a way that leads to hoarding instead of just hanging on from starvation) on harder islands, like Oasis, Long Winter, Sleepy Reeds, Deep Jungle & the others, if staying there for travel preparation or for good? Mine works quite well for Sleepy Reeds while I'm staying with my first Niche tribe until they are ready to cross to what I believe will be jungle gate - Still, while I crossed Overgrown jungle to get here I only went through my foodstores, without contributing much, if I was to cross into deep jungle next, things might get tough if I don't have reserves. First, I divided my tribe in two by genotype: Beak seems perfect for travelling kind of tribes, since it can both dig and collect, even if not as effectively, and it is clear from the lean body and big ears that obviously, they came to the current island through a streak of hot climate islands. But I love the mobility and look of those genotypes, so they stay until I'll be forced to shove them into cold climate on my way to home island. I always keep more of winged type, now that I'm in the swamp - due to their ability to sit on trees - and the hammer tail is most important for this branch, as they cannot have nimble fingers - so it helps them with cracking. Now the key is to have them, aside of the breeding pair, tucked on every palm tree and sometimes swamp trees when it's raining. (Also, are the twin-birth rates genetic in Niche? I swear those two nests of twins were filled one after the other! The mother and the father also were from twin births!) Then each turn, they can crack coconuts from right under those palms, or shake them if needed. that gives 4 to 6 food a day from each palm sitter. if it rains, any creatures that out-number the palms in the area go to collect snails from swamp trees. Meanwhile the bearyena clawed creatures explore, kill rogues, destroy toxic berry bushes they find, even fish if it is convenient. - so they too provide, though not always they succed at being as effective gatherers - they are more of a guard of the tribe. In the end my tribe ended up with ridiculously much food. Please also share your strategies if you have some extremely effecient ones!
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  5. This playthrough doesn't really have any rules besides that children are only born during the rain. The playthrough is focused on the immortal nicheling Minerva. She is a goddess and therefor unable to die, with perfect and beautiful genetics. (created with console commands of course) All other nichelings will be mortal, and she will travel the world alone until she finds other wanderers. Time takes place in the form of "moons" since days pass so quick but a year would be too long, a moon will be considered a week, but not an in game week of seven days, more a feeling of a week passing for the creatures. But when the counter hits 1000 days, that will count as Minerva's 1000 moons. Her story begins in the heavens. She is Minerva, Daughter of Metis. Metis is the goddess of wisdom and expects her daughter to reflect her traits. When Minerva grows up to become selfish and greedy. As she leans more to becoming a Goddess of warfare instead of a Goddess of wisdom and medicine. Minerva believes only in power and overthrowing the heavens. Her mother refuses to stand for such a thing and casts her to earth for the next thousand moons. Minerva wakes in the morning on solid ground for the first time in her life, though she is not scared. She begins to wander, and for the first thirty days, she is alone. Though she does not age, she is now susceptible to the dangers of earth. She must gather food to survive on, seek shelter where she can, avoid predators that may injure her beyond repair. After thirty days she begins to break down, never has she been alone for so long, how can she possibly survive like this? As if in answer to her woes, in the pouring rain the brush begins to shake, a creature emerges from the grasses. He introduces himself to her, his name is Tanu. He tells her that he felt like the pull of the rain was drawing him to her. Obviously having never seen a goddess before, he was bewitched by her appearance. The two fall in love and by the next rain she gives birth to a child. They name him Fleck. Minerva looks over her tiny child and for the first time since she has been cast to this island she is afraid. No half blood child can hold the powers of immortality. She realizes not only will she outlive her first child, she will outlive every child she births, and every creature she comes across on this earth. Time passes and Minerva teaches Tanu and Fleck about the lives of the Gods, and the rules that are rewarded by the Heavens. Her father is Jupiter, God of Storms, who rewards those who have children in the rain with good fortune and healthy kits. "He is what led you here, that day in the rain" She tells Tanu. "I thought I may never find anyone, that my punishment would be lived miserable and alone. But he answered my cries, and he answered them with you." The next rain comes soon after, and Minerva has another child. A daughter, Chia. With the pelt of her father and the spots of her mother, Chia is noticed by the gods as a true symbol of Minerva's growth, and the rain continues for another day, blessing them with extra food. As the children grow up, each creature falls into a set pattern through the day. Minerva is the hunter, due to her stunning speed, sharp horns, and poisonous fangs she can quickly take down any rabbit or mole. Chia follows behind her and gathers the meat to bring back to Tanu and Fleck, who gather berries and crack open nuts below the Great Oak Tree. Minerva is truly beginning to understand what home is, and her urge to provide food for her family is teaching her the value of life. Time passes and Tanu begins to grow older and weaker. He can barely manage to crack open a nut, simply collecting them and handing them to Fleck to open. Minerva doesn't know how to handle such a thing, no one in the Heavens gets weaker unless they are poisoned. No one in the Heavens ages. and no one, no. one. Dies of old age. Minerva can't handle seeing this mortal creature she has grown to love pass away. She takes off to the far ends of the territory. Killing mole after mole, giving the meat to Chia to take home. "Father passed this morning." Chia says to her, looking her right in the eyes. "He asked for you every day and yet you never came. Fleck grows older now, will you abandon him as well?" Minerva can hardly face her daughter. "I have not lived as long as many of the Gods, and I have never seen death. How am I supposed to learn to face it now, when it is someone I love? The Heavens of the Gods are different than the ones of the Souls, but I know he is there now, healthy and young again. In a thousand moons I will see him again, just as he was. Is that so wrong?" Chia tilts her head to her mother, in a soft voice retorts "you are a coward." and walks away. Within the next few moons, Fleck grows older, his mother never coming back from the far ends of the territory. Chia has been gone for days now, refusing to leave her brothers side. Minerva becomes racked with guilt and builds up the courage to see her son. When she returns, she finds she is too late. Chia greets her with nothing but sad eyes. Minerva sees the gray starting to spread across her daughters muzzle, and the fog starting to grow in her eyes. "I will not leave you" She whispers. With another moon come and gone, Chia reaches her final night. She lays next to her mother, Minerva's Peacock tail covering her from the rain. "Mother" Chia whispers "Promise me you will move on from here, find a new family, build a new life. Do it better. Don't abandon them." A tear falls from Minerva's violet eyes. "My child, I promise you I will never leave one of my own behind again. Those who die will die right by my side. I will comfort them on their walk to the Heavens." Chia sighs in content, letting go of her final breath in peace. Minerva mourns for three full moons beneath the Oak Tree. A rain storm comes and she feels the push from her father, Jupiter, to move on. She listens, traveling though unexplored grasses for many days. One day she stumbles upon a creature in the brush. She first notices the yellow coat, and then the big fluffy fur. Instantly she is reminded of Tanu. The nicheling lifts its head as she approaches. With a snout very different than that of Tanu, and eyes black and night, Minerva finds herself back in reality, realizing this obviously is not her former mate. He excitedly greets her, introducing himself as Wasp, she greets him back. "My, you sure have a unique look going for you there" Minerva lifts her head in shock, never before has she been teased in such a way "I am a Goddess. My pelt is speckled with the stars. My eyes are filled with the universe. Who are you to poke fun, you are named after an insect." He laughs, his eyes bright. "You must either be the most narcissistic creature I've ever met, or absolutely insane." A moon passes and the two fall in love. A different love than the one she experienced with Tanu. Tanu treated her like royalty. He knew she was a Goddess and he treated her as such. With Wasp, things are calmer, mostly due to the fact that he has not for a single second believed she is truly a Goddess. He is playful and kind, and when he tells her he wishes to have children she tells him they can't until it rains. "What? Why would you wait for rain?? Food is plentiful now, the soil is dry and so is the material to make a nest. Rain would soak the ground, wet the leaves and the branches. That's no weather to bring a kit into" Minerva shakes her head. "My father is the God of Storms. Any child born under the rains is guaranteed health and safety. I refuse to have a kit otherwise." Though Wasp thinks these a the ramblings of a crazy nicheling, they do wait until the rain, and with it comes their first child, Honey. "See? A picture of perfect health. Within the next few days the berries will be plentiful, the rabbits will come out to eat, the moles will search for worms, and we shall never go a hungry day." Wasp looks over is mate, who has not aged a day since they first met, and gently whispers "I suppose". They spend the next few days cleaning away the grass and brush. Minerva tries to teach Honey to hunt, but with each bunny he pounces on he simply lets go. Wasp suggests he instead learn to carefully gather the berries off the bushes, which he is able to do at ease. As the land begins to dry Minerva can sense the oncoming rain, she falls pregnant and begins to prepare the nest. On the day of the rain Minerva gives birth to twin girls. Poka and Dotte. They are the first creatures besides her mother that she has ever seen with the poison fangs. Poka's fur is a sleek brown, while Dotte's is similar to her mothers as she is coated in many spots. "They are absolutely beautiful" Wasp mutters in absolute awe of the children. "Yes" Minerva whispers back. "They are the children of the stars." The kits grow enough to go on their first hunt. Minerva believes they have the mark of the Hunters with their ram horns and poison fangs. Once they learn how to become stealthy, no creature will be able to sneak past them. After watching their mother pounce an unsuspecting mole, the two gather around the burrow. "When will it come out again?" Dotte whispers to her sister. "Hush! It'll never come out if you keep talking!" Poka hisses back. Minerva walks up behind the two, purring lightly. "It will never come out if you continue to sit directly in front of it's burrow." The two pull back, anxiously awaiting the next mole in the colony to pop up. The children catch a mole together the next day, and continue to catch more and more until eventually they grow large enough to catch one without each other's help. The territory continues to expand. Honey sits between two berry bushes, watching as they become ripe enough to pick. Poka and Dotte travel along the border, picking off rabbits and moles that catch their eyes. Wasp begins to grow older. On his final day he sits surrounded by his mate and his children. "You really meant what you said to me that day, that you are a Goddess." Minerva nods to him. "I never even thought to believe you until the day the twins were born. I had begun to grow gray in the muzzle and weak in the bones but you looked exactly the same. With each day I allowed myself to believe it more, and now that I lay here on my final night, I know it is true. Please, tell me about the Heavens. Tell me about why you are here." Her children stare at her in utter disbelief, but trusting both their parents, they listen to Minerva eagerly as she tells them her tale. "I was a very different creature then, so very many moons ago. I was one of the youngest Goddesses, but the child of two of the most powerful. I thought I could rule, that power was to be taken not earned. I believed that no mortal lives mattered and I prepared to rain Hell on the Earth to claim it as my own. So my mother, The Goddess of Wisdom, banished me from the Heavens for one thousand moons, of which I have only completed a small percentage of. When I arrived I was cold and bitter. Unwilling to accept it was I who had to change. I spent many days alone, I grew so lonely that I thought I may just lay down and let myself pass to the Heaven of Souls. But that night my father, Jupiter, brought me rain. And with it he brought me a family. I had two other children. I learned the importance of mortal life. I learned the importance of moral death. My first daughter, she made me promise I would move on, I would make a new family and not make the same mistakes as before. I am going to keep that promise. I swear that to you. And I swear once my thousand moons have passed, I will return to visit my family in the Heaven of Souls." They all looked at her in awe. that night Wasp passed, and the children with newfound knowledge were able to grieve but understand that they would be reunited someday. They all continued to hunt and collect. Making the best of their home. One day two Nichelings wander from the brush. The four look at them in absolute shock as the larger one has a large wing protruding from one side of his body. They introduce themselves as Kite and Claw, two friends who have been wandering this island together since they were kits. This is the first time Minerva has met a group of wanderers. She is unsure if they should join them. Before she can turn them away Dotte and Poka yell out at the same time "welcome!" Minerva looks at her children's bright faces and decides that though they are not her family, they can stay. A moon passes and the rain comes again. Dotte has fallen for Claw and Poka has fallen for Kite, and both have fallen pregnant. The day of the rain two kits are born. First comes Dotte's kit, who Minerva sees and instantly begins to weep. Her daughters try to comfort her, confused as to what has upset their mother so. "She looks so much like my first child, Like Chia." Dotte looks at her child and then back to her mother. "Then we will call her CeeCee, in memory of Chia." Within the next few hours Poka's kit is born. All look to him and gasp in amazement. His fur is feathered and white as snow. A beautiful white crown of horns sits atop his head. Two large wings stick out from both sides of his body. Kite whispers, almost to himself, "How...how can he have two wings?" Minerva looks to him. "He is a gift. Jupiter, the God of Storms and the Sky, has gifted the child with the ability to fly like a bird." To be continued (very soon)
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  6. this was actually super fun
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  8. Even better (also image is courtesy of Bergstrum)
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  9. This is Rako, short for Raccoon.
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  10. A new female joins the Red Tribe. Her name is Monkeyplume. BEST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 4) (Perception: 5) (Fighting: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Willpower: 1) (Hunting: 2) (Following: 1) Monkeyplume is smart and perceptive, and not a bad fighter. However, she is rebellious and lazy. Meanwhile, a young apprentice male joins Blue Tribe. He's called Slashfox. BEST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 5) (Hunting: 4) (Fighting: 4) (Spirituality: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Wisdom: 1) (Charisma: 2) (Willpower: 2) (Leading: 1) Slashfox is intelligent and skilled physically, a perfect candidate for the Blue Tribe. However, he can be a bit lazy. Redsnake suggests to Oddgloom that he have a kit with Monkeyplume, that it may help him with his grief. Oddgloom declines before he, too, dies. Slashfox and Puddledoe have a kit before Puddledoe dies of old age. The kit is named Mistlejump. BEST TRAITS: (Charisma: 5) (Willpower: 5) (Fighting: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 0) (Perception: 2) (Spirituality: 1) Mistlejump is a hotblooded tom with a skill for fighting. However, he is impulsive. It is time for the next gathering. "Flipgloom, you are as handsome as ever," says Bluemoss with a smile. Flipgloom blinks gratefully. Bluemoss introduces Foxslash and Mistlejump to the Red Tribe. "It is time for the clans to move," insists Redsnake. "The lands are too small here, let alone for all of us. We should go." "Which direction?" Asks Bluemoss. "I have observed possible exit spots on the east and west," says Shrewclouds. "Alright then. I say we go West," insists Bluemoss. "East," says Redsnake. They go about arguing their reasons for a bit. It is tense between the two clans. Apparently, whichever direction they move is important, and both tribes think Starclan is telling them to go their way. Finally, Flipgloom speaks up. "I think we should go West," he says. Growling, Redsnake reluctantly agrees. The clan will move West.
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  12. Also, for everyone that submitted more than one creature, can you please narrow it down to one? I want to leave enough room for everybody for what I’m doing... *wink wonk*
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  13. ALL THE CREATURES I'm not gonna include a few of my godesses tho (Below- my father named him, okay? Also, his pregnant daughter is in the background.) (Below- the red and white one, Snowblood) And, of course, MERINGUE!
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  14. I definitely have an affinity for hyenas. They get a bad rap for being scavengers, etc. But I love them a whole lot and they are actually rather playful. Here’s a picture of me with one from this summer! I actually got him to come up to the fence!
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  15. This is one of those rare ones I was really happy with. It just worked. Period. I liked the intensity it picked up, I thought that I was able to convey disorientation and panic without resorting to cheap tricks. This one made me happy. In response to the prompt: "In the future, to pass college you no longer must pass written finals. Instead, you are simply dropped into a real-life scenario related to your major, and left to fend for yourself with your new found knowledge." Trial By Engine Failure I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t studying to be a doctor, after all. I didn’t get a degree in Emergency Management. I was an engineer. How bad could this be? I stepped up to the chair, and seated myself, as the doctor droned on. “As part of your graduation exam, you will be placed in a real-life scenario requiring the use of your skills. To do this, you will be transited to an alternate universe briefly. Be advised that there will be consequences to your activities there. Your placement will branch into a new parallel universe, and the people there will go forward dealing with the consequences of your performance. Do you understand?” The doctor paused for a precise moment, then began speaking again. He’d given this speech a lot, it seemed. “While there, you may be exposed to stressful events. Be advised that any extremes of stress that may threaten your health will return you from your presence there, and a re-examination will be required. You will not . . . .” He droned on, and on. I had stopped listening at this point, waiting for it to be over so I could build a clock or repair a generator, or maybe design some primitive waterwheel. The doctor cleared his throat. I looked up, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. Could you repeat the last sentence?” “Do you agree to the terms and conditions as detailed?” His eyes fixed on me, disapproving. He knew I hadn’t listened to a word. “I do.” Then an impact made my head ring like a bell. Gunfire was all around me, and I hit the ground. I touched my head – my helmet – and took it off. Blessedly cool air touched my scalp, and I realized that under the helmet and body armor I was sweltering. There was a groove carved into the helmet, and at the end of that groove, a hole in the metal. A burning pain swelled over my right ear, and wetness was dripping on my shoulder. This . . . was a military helmet. With blood on it. My blood. I looked around, and soldiers were taking cover all around me in the tall grass, firing into the trees. Something whined inches from my face, and sweat-sodden fragments of my own hair fell onto my nose. Someone snatched my helmet, and slapped it down on my head – it caused a burst of pain that blurred my vision. “That helmet just saved your life, soldier! Take it off again, and I’ll kick your ass myself! Now get on the tank! If we can’t get that gun up then we are dog meat!” His voice carried such command and authority that it caught me and carried me. I didn’t even know him, but . . . he inspired me, a little. It drove home the urgency of my situation, and I scrambled up and toward the tank. As I climbed up the side of the hulking mass, my hands burning from the sun-baked metal, knowledge – the knowledge possessed by the man I was standing in for – bloomed in my mind. The model of the tank, the engine, the construction, I even thought I knew what was wrong with it. I dropped into the tank, opening the engine compartment, working quickly to confirm my thoughts. I grabbed the fire extinguisher, cutting tubing off of it to replace a burst hose – thank god for duct tape – and began disassembling my sidearm, stripping the spring that drew the hammer down; with that, I worked to fix the broken linkage. There. I tried to start the tank again, then I tried again while simultaneously kicking the engine. Suddenly the beast roared to life. I heard a cheer from outside, and someone else dropped in, frantically working levers. The whole beast rocked as the main gun fired. I was back in a chair, confused and disoriented. “You’re back at school. Are you okay? We registered a lot of stress, but not enough to pull you.” I touched my head to take off the helmet. My hand encountered hair instead of cropped fuzz, and no blood, no pain. “Where is my rifle?” The doctor raised a brow but seemed to understand at once. “Take it easy. You’re back at school, taking your exam. There’s no rifle. There’s no war, no danger. You passed.” As the cloud of another man’s knowledge dissipated, so did my fog. I looked up, my past and my soul becoming coherent once more. “I’m here. I’m back. You said I passed, right?” “You passed.” I stood up, stepping away from the chair, shivering in the cool air, after the sweltering heat. I must have been sweating here, but while I had been aware of heat, the sweat made the air conditioned room chilly. “If there’s nothing else, I’d like to leave.” The doctor nodded, and I left the examination room. A left turn out of the waiting room, another left into the hall, and straight on until I reached the doors. The summer warmth wasn’t as warm as I had been during the exam, but at least I wasn’t cold anymore. I went to lean against a wall, but first reached up for something, and found only my shirt. I realized I had been trying to tug the strap of the rifle on my shoulder, to shift its position so I could lean back. It had been a vivid trip, and the man I’d shared space with had been strong. It seemed some of his habits had rubbed off on me. I had never wanted to own a gun, but I realized I was already considering visiting a shooting range. I vividly remembered stripping a pistol to pieces to get at a spring, and thought about the construction of the weapon. The other man’s knowledge was fading, but I remembered what I saw, and my engineer’s mind questioned the design, the inefficiencies. I saw ways to strengthen, thus lighten the barrel. They said that people sometimes found their calling in the exam; I thought such an idea was silly. You are who you are. But perhaps, by mere chance, it had helped me stumble upon something I’d enjoy. “Nathan Young, Gunsmith.” Then I blushed, as somebody passing into the school glanced at me, catching me talking to myself. I thought about how the words sounded, though, and imagined myself with a workshop and a range. I think I liked the idea.
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  16. I get where you are coming from but I don't think it is a necessary argument against implementing it especially as many people are roleplaying Niche and or are breeding for cosmetics and not survival( anymore). Also if we are considering that we are getting a sandbox/ creative mode cosmetics are just the thing for it
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  17. Oh this is cool Like the new system as well!
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  18. Yeah, it is really odd that you never see one bluebird on Home island. Having it "filled" might be a little bit bothersome because they can obstruckt the view quite a bit, but to see at least some there would make sense
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  19. here is lalasi, who probably belongs somwhere with my niche gods and godessess (but i havent decided yet) and one of her daughters, lasi, who was found by an exact clone of herself (but with a claw) when she was accidentally left behind by her siblings. i have definitely got nichelings i like more, but for now these are the ones i have screenshots of right now
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  20. The child, named HawkEye, begins to grow. And with his growth comes his first flight. He stretches his wings and give them a couple of test flaps. He looks to Minerva. "Good. Now go try to fly over to Honey." Hawkeye hops up on top of the bunny hill and then leaps off, pumping his wings and catching about two feet of air before crashing down in front of his uncle. "Very nice. Maybe tomorrow Minerva can teach you how to land before teaching you how to fly." Minerva rolls her eyes at her son. "It's not like this is something any of know how to do. I really am trying my best. Goddess of Wisdom and all that." The next few days are spent teaching Hawkeye how to fly. One day Minerva sits atop the bunny burrow. She catches a scent in the air she does not recognize. Something is very, very wrong. Before she has a chance to react, a massive bearyena emerges from the grasses and bites her on the shoulder. Screaming out, Claw and Dotte come running to her side, attacking the creature. Dotte's powerful poison fangs quickly render the beast still, and the two are able to finish it off and tend to Minerva's wounds. She looks at her children in horror. "I thought I was going to die" Dotte notices a shift in the brush behind the creature, though when she goes to check there is nothing there but a line of bear prints. She notices that there are actually two sets, and one leads away from the camp. Later on Minerva walks by the waters edge, still traumatized by how close she came to dying. If not for her family, she would have never been able to take on this creature alone. If it had found her in those first four moons on the island when she was all alone, she never would have had the strength to take it down. While lost in her thoughts she hears an annoyed groan come the water. She looks up to see a nicheling in the water, slapping her paws against the water. "What....are you doing?" The creature takes no time to look back at her, simply continues to slap her paw against the water. "I'm fishing. Duh." Minerva nods lightly, looking towards the fish and then back towards the nicheling. "And, how exactly is that working out for you?" She looks back at her in utter annoyance "Not very well." After convincing the creature to come out of the water, the two have a more proper face to face chat. "I'm Minerva. I am.....I...I'm the mother of the clan that lives here." She states, deciding that stating her Goddess status might not have been the best introduction. "I'm Rey." Minerva smiles at her, and after some back and forth, convinces her to come back to camp with her. Over the next few moons, the two become very close friends. All is peaceful until one afternoon. Honey is picking berries by the edge of camp as he always does, when the second bear pounces from the brush, taking out the older nicheling in one easy hit. Kite, being the closest by, runs in and quickly kills the bear, though he's unable to save Honey. With this being her first child to die of causes other than old age, Minerva is in intense grief. She nests down by the berry bushes that Honey had tended to since he was a child, and rests there for days on end. With no sign in her improving anytime soon, Hawkeye, now an adult, takes over for the clan. He awakes one morning to find his chest gems have become a beautiful blue. Minerva looks at them in absolute awe. "Mine used to be that color...when I lived in the sky. The Gods have chosen you Hawkeye. When you join them, it will be as a God." Dotte and Poke grow older now. Resting together at the berry bushes by Minerva. The two are slowly surrounded by the whole clan, with the exception of Kite, who passed just two nights before. They all tell stories from childhood, from their children's childhood, for their hopes of the future. It is a happy night, marked by a sad occasion. The two have joined the Heaven of Souls by morning. And for the first time, there is a happy grief, because their loved ones were ready to go. CeeCee, who has never truly felt connected to the clan due to the fact she was born on the same day as the great Hawkeye, one day meets a wanderer in the forest, the two fall in love instantly, and run off together into the grass. It is the last CeeCee is seen, and though Claw chases after her, Minerva tells him that if she feels that is her destiny, then she must follow it. He's too old to be chasing her through the brush anyway. Claw agrees and decides to let her go, saddened he could not say goodbye to his daughter. Claw passes soon after, ready to join his mate and his best friend in the Heaven of Souls. He sits by Minerva's side his last night and tells her how thankful he is that she let them both stay. "You both made excellent mates for my daughter. And you brought two children into the clan, one who became a God, and one who is taking life into her own paws and starting a clan of her own. To have turned you away would have been the end of us." Claw smiles and the two sleep. She wakes and he is gone. Within a few days she stumbles upon a rustle in the brush, a creature's head pops through the grass. "I will admit that I am very, very lost." Minerva smiles at him. "Well, this is the home for lost nichelings. You've come to the right place." His name is Rokirta, an older tom with a very oddly pink fur. Minerva feels a slight attraction to him but he seems to be taking more notice to the nicheling perched atop the tree. "does he...how...does he have wings??" With a shake of her head, Minerva explains everything to Rokirta, in as plain terms as she can. By the next moon Rokirta and Minerva have become mates. One night she speaks to Rey. "I will admit, I was worried that you would have fallen for him" Rey gives her a sad smile in return. "Oh Minerva, it was not him that stole my heart." Minerva, confused by this but not wanting to pry, left her to sleep. Come the next rain Minerva falls pregnant with Rokirta's child, giving birth to a fire red kit. She names her Lavata, for her powerful pelt coloring. As Lavata grows up, the others in the clan grow older. First passes Rokirta, who was of old age when he arrived to begin with, then Rey, who passes curled up to her best friend, and finally Hawkeye. He comes down from his tree to sit by Minerva. "Will I join the Gods tonight?" She nods to him "Will I see my parents?" She gives him a gentle look "Eventually, but first you will have to learn many things about being a God. Don't end up like me, getting pushed back to earth." She gives him a gentle nudge. He smiles, curling his wings over himself and falling into a sleep. "Goodbye Hawkeye. I will see you soon." Minerva can feel the rain coming. As she had become pregnant before Rokirta's passing, she fixes up her nest. Lavata comes to her with one of Hawkeye's feathers she found below his tree. Minerva smiles and slips it in between two entwined twigs. That night she settles. And with the patter of rain beginning to hit her fur, her child is born. To be continued.
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  21. 2 points
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  23. Believe everyone has seen My Perdi? She is by far my favorite creature.
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  24. It's kind of odd in animals. We have a cat that isn't able to use the cat flap effectively, but still understands a lot, reading people like no other. Uneven. Extremely pronounced issues in one area, doing quite well in others. Everything is 'ma' with no distinction in tone. Then there was the cat that thought standing on a tree and glaring at the birds would help. Sometimes singing. Most stop doing that, but no, not this one. Add the belief to that that everything is edible... she ate a styrofoam like substance. Twice. Didn't survive the surgery. They're unpredictable that way. To myself, at least. A human based model is think-able, g and all, while some animals seem all over the place.
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  25. Redsnake and Bluemoss are on their third lives. Kitfall is settling in in red territory, taking a look around. "This is probably really awkward for you, an arranged betrothal and all," Oddgloom confesses, flattening his ears. "I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable. If there is anything I can do, let me kno-" "I don't see what's so awkward about it," Kitfall responds casually. "It's our duty, is all." Oddgloom can't help but sigh. This she-cat is completely unaware of how he feels! Even so, the two of them soon have a kit; Kitfall has Flipgloom and he is under her protection as the rains fall. "We can name him after you," Kitfall says. Oddgloom feels his face heat up. He guiltily feels a sigh of relief to see his son's pelt- he is unmistakably a Red Tribe cat. BEST TRAITS: (Perception: 4) (Leading: 4) (Spirituality: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 0) (Hunting: 0) (Following: 1) Flipgloom is a perceptive cat with a skill for leading and a strong belief in Starclan. He is stubborn, however, and dislikes hunting. Flipgloom is old enough to be an apprentice, so Kitfall leaves. Oddgloom's heart is heavy as he watches her go. He wants to tell her to stay, but all he can yell is, "I'll see you at the next gathering!" As Oddloom lays in his den that night, he thinks and he thinks before finally deciding. He was going to ask her to become his mate and move back to Red Tribe at the next gathering. If she says no, that'll be fine- he just knows he'll never find out if he doesn't ask. The next gathering finally comes, and Oddgloom is the first one there. He waits anxiously until Bluemoss and her clan arrives, but he doesn't see Kitfall around anywhere. "Bluemoss!" he calls, forgetting his formalities. The she-cat gives him a confused stare, but waits for him to continue. "Where's Kitfall?" Bluemoss stares into the tom, her eyes searching. She knows he loved her daughter, but why? She was from a different clan. "Kitfall is dead. Where is her son?" Puddledoe excuses her clan leader. "I think seeing him might help her loss." Flipgloom appears, his dark red pelt shimmering. Bluemoss has pride in her expression, but also disappointment. Indeed, this cat was one of the Red Tribe. He looks so much more like his father than his mother, but she still takes comfort in seeing a living piece of her daughter, even if he's in a different clan.
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  26. When you can't draw birbs to save your life so you just put a picture of one
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  27. Haha, yeah! It does probably sound pretty silly out of context. Here's how I'd compare it. Intelligence 0 is just... sort of slow, not very good at strategy, bad at logical and critical thinking. Intelligence 5 is an intellectual, an astute nicheling who can make anything come across as scientific if they want to. Wisdom 0 would be someone very immature, impulsive, unreliable, doesn't learn from mistakes Wisdom 5 would be an old soul; someone great at giving advice and knows what to do in most situations. Charisma 0 can be anything from incredibly antisocial and withdrawn to extremely hateful and mean. Charisma 5 is someone who draws others to them; a social butterfly. Willpower 0 is a lack of ambition, direction, or concern for anything. Willpower 5 is someone driven, powerful, and resilient. Perception 0 is an absolute lack of knowledge of social cues; not street smart, maybe even naive Perception 5 is someone very sly and persuasive. They can read the moods of others, which they can use for good or bad.
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  28. "Did you see the leader's son?" Asks Bluemoss to her mate impatiently. "He was a great hunter... and a great fighter! ...Slowrogue, we need another kit to catch up with such progress. I love Kitfall, but we can't just entrust her to protect us from a formidable foe like he. She's a very slow runner, you know." "I suppose we can try for another kit," muses Slowrogue, flicking his tail. The third rains come, and aye, it is fitting. Parselypoison succumbs to her illness and dies. This causes Oddgloom to further retreat into his imagination, of somehow one day belonging with Blue tribe and Kitfall. Bluemoss and Slowrogue have another kit. She is a beautiful blue-black color, to the great pride of Bluemoss. She is named Shrewclouds. BEST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 4) (Hunting: 5) WORST TRAITS: (Fighting: 0) (Following: 0) Shrewclouds is an intelligent and shrewd hunter. However, she isn't a good fighter, and she knows that she is intelligent, which makes her feel "too good" to take orders. A new female joins the Blue Tribe, and her name is Puddledoe. BEST TRAITS: (Hunting: 4) (Leading: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Spirituality: 1) (Following: 0) Puddledoe tends to be a bit bossy, which makes her hard to deal with with other cats. However, she is a spectacular hunter. Slowrogue dies, leaving only females in the Blue Tribe. A rain comes- one that would signal a gathering- but the Red Tribe is busy fighting off a Bearyena. As Oddmoss begins to fear that it will hurt him or his father, out comes Kitfall, who was patrolling nearby. She finishes off the beast. To consider that Oddmoss has been in love with her since he was an apprentice, Oddmoss doesn't know what to say when she speaks to him up close. "You saved us," stammers out Oddmoss. "Simply followed the warrior code," shrugs Kitfall. At the next gathering, the clan is abuzz. Redsnake introduces a new wanderer that came to the Red Tribe. His name is Vilewind, another sickly cat. BEST TRAITS: (Wisdom: 4) (Willpower: 4) (Hunting: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 0) (Spirituality: 0) (Following: 1) Vilewind is hardened by his illness, making him wise and resilient. He is also a good hunter despite his condition. Even so, he is stubborn and has trouble trusting in Starclan due to his illness' severity. "Your Kitfall saved us from a bearyena attack today," Redsnake says. "It could have caused us some damage. We thank you for her help. Bluemoss blinks in acknowledgement, but cuts to the chase of something on her mind. "Redsnake, we have a problem." Bluemoss says. "Our clan has no males. Slowrogue died of old age. We have two new clan members-" she nods at Shrewclouds and Doepuddle- "But they are both females. This can cause us problems in the future. There are little to no rogues or wanderers around our territory. We need young warriors having kits. Both of us." Oddgloom, who has been sitting and chatting with Kitfall, feels his heart jump. Couples? Between the clans? No way! Was this his chance? Oddgloom sees Redsnake glance at him knowingly, pause for a heartbeat, and turn back to Bluemoss. "Would Kitfall be willing to temporarily stay in Redclan with us and get to know Oddgloom?" Oddgloom cringes with anxiety, bracing himself for rejection. "Anything for the good of the clans, I will do," Kitfall says. Bluemoss nods. "It is decided, then," says Bluemoss. "The kit that is born will be given to either Red Tribe Or Blue Tribe based on its appearance." "What if it looks like it could be either red or blue?" Interjects Shrewclouds, who has been observing up until now. "Then it will be based on gender," Bluemoss announces. "A male will go with Blue Tribe. A female will go with Red Tribe."
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  29. I guess a 0 intelligence would be like.. Very little skill at making oneself seem proper, little strategy skill outside of one's own hobby, etc? I would love to see others try it! It's super fun, and I'm loving it so far, so I'd be happy to see how it goes for others, too!
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  30. I will say that evolution is completely random, and is more like 'does this work' than 'this works'. There are plenty of things in real life that serve no evolutionary purpose, and plenty of things that are just there to look nice towards other members of their species.
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  31. Step 1. Trap rogue male and break his spirit. Step 2, (get distracted) change all his genes multiple times and breed him with multiple females. Step 3. (Murder) bugless profit. That's not very weird, though. Changing the gender of multiple rogue males, breeding with them and trapping them on nests was vengeful, at least.
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  32. It always looks so strange when the babies come out with the horns, so I thought it would be idea if the horns would grow as they age. Newborns would have no horns, babies with 1 gem would have little stubs. Ones with 2 gems would just have a smaller version of the horns than the adults? Once they become adults their horns would be fully grown.
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  33. Camouflage is an important feature for many animals. The game features two different methods at the moment; colour matching from the colour genes and disruptive colouration from the pattern gene. Another widely used method of camouflage is countershading When light falls on a uniformly coloured animal, it causes shadows on the animal's undersides. This makes the animal easier to detect by threats. In countershading, the animal's undersides are paler than the rest of the body, countering the effects of self-shading and helping to camouflage the animal better Countershading would be a new gene with three different alleles. It would have an allele for no countershading, an allele for high countershading and an allele for low countershading. Dominance would be no countershading > high countershading > low countershading. High countershading would be more suited to an open environment and would add camouflage in the grassland, savannah and mountain biomes. Low countershading would work better in a darker, more closed environment and would add to camouflage in the jungle and swamp biomes Above below countershading is another type of countershading used underwater by animals such as sharks and rays. The parts of the body which can be seen from above are darker, camouflaging the animal with deep water, while the parts of the body which can be seen from underneath are lighter and camouflage the animal with the surface of the water. Because of the way a nicheling's body is shaped, this type of countershading would be ineffective so I haven't included it Below are some pictures of animals with countershading. These are, from top to bottom: a pair of Przewalski's horse, a leopard, an axis deer and a great white shark
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  34. So, I may or may not be getting bored with focusing on just one clan all the time. Therefore, I'm going to broaden my story by making it between two clans, like I've seen some others do! I am going to be changing some things for this edition. 'm going to put less focus on things such as medicine cats and "warrior"-esque names. Focus will be on personality, social dynamics, and war. You heard me right- WAR! We're building up two clans from the bottom, a rivalry formed between just two nichelings. I chose the theme red versus blue thanks to the pokemon games. Here's the ground rules that aren't mentioned in my regular Warriors games: - If someone is "killed" in battle and does not have extra lives (i.e., aren't leader), they will be killed using the console, since I can't have my own nichelings fight each other. - All wanderers are to be befriended. A random generator will determine their allegiance and what clan they join. - I will be using this custom generator made for this game. Most traits will be based off of DND skills/stats. Highest possible stat for a cat is 5, lowest 0. I feel like I should develop the cat's personality based on their life experience, not just what the generator says, so I'm leaving traits as vague on this one. Stats determine base personality, Skills determine talents and hobbies. Names will be generated from my old gen or just made up. * Stats are intelligence, wisdom, charisma, perception, and willpower ; Skills are Hunting, Fighting, Leading, Spirituality, and Following/Getting Along. - Gatherings happen on every other rain. Rain is not needed to have kits, however. Now, the two clans: RED CLAN is more up-front and aggressive. They value red, chestnut, and red-brown fur colors and orange, violet, and red eye colors, especially red seen in albino cats. These cats are often exalted as holy. They use orange/red gems. Cats of this clan cannot be given custom genes that may produce blue kits. Leader names start with Red. BLUE CLAN is more prideful and quiet. They value gray, white, and black fur colors- anything bluish- and blue eyes. Melanistic cats aren't seen so much as holy, but more as a good omen. They use blue gems. Cats of this clan cannot be given custom genes that may produce red kits. Leader names start with blue. The two clans have a rivalry. They may help each other at times, but there are points where they may have bloody battles and threaten each other. Their competition is a motivator, and even though there may be some hate between them, there is a cycle of respect they are ordered by Starclan to have. Who will you cheer for? You might be asking yourself: How did two clans come to be so competitive? Well, it starts off in story mode between two cats; Redsnake and Bluemoss. Redsnake is a stone-cold, aggressive, and perceptive cat. He is very talented physically, but is told by Bluemoss, who he was supposed to be betrothed to, that he was not very good at leading, so she'd lead. But she was bossy towards him. After inspiration from Starclan to make his own clan, he leaves her and decides to begin his own legacy, which angers her. Bluemoss is an intelligent she-cat with magnificent hunting skills. In her eyes, Redsnake left her out in the cold when he made a clan of his own, and she felt betrayed, thus sparking their rivalry and pent-up anger. The two are on their second lives, still avoiding each other when a new cat enters the island. His name is Slowroam. He wishes to join the Red tribe, but he sees Bluemoss and decides to join her, thinking the two of them may go well together. Best stats: (Willpower: 5) (Perception: 4) (Fighting: 4) (Spirituality: 4) ) Worst stats: (Intelligence: 1) (Charisma: 2) (Following: 1) (Hunting: 2) Slowrogue is stubborn and perceptive. He is strong enough to hold his own against Bluemoss' dominating demeanor, making them good together. They become mates and have a kit. Fittingly, they name her Kitfall. Best Traits: (Leading: 5) (Following: 5) Worst Traits: (Perception: 1) (Spirituality: 1) Kitfall is a cat fully dedicated to the Blue tribe, willing to do whatever role she needs to to help her clan prosper. However, she is very bad at subtle cues, so she must be told what she is required to do directly. Meanwhile, a new face is coming into the Red tribe. Parselypoison immigrates into the clan. She is named for her sickness that she has beared her whole life, giving her symptoms similar to a cat who has eaten a mild poison. BEST STATS: (Charisma: 4) (Perception: 5) (Spirituality: 5) WORST STATS: (Intelligence: 1) (Wisdom: 0) (Following: 1) Parselypoison is a kindhearted cat who can usually find a way to get along with everyone- unless you attempt to boss her around. It frustrates and confuses her. The first rain of the clan hits. After the rain, Parselypoison and Redsnake become mates and have a kit of their own. He is named Oddgloom. BEST STATS: (Hunting: 5) (Fighting: 5) (Spirituality: 5) WORST STATS: (Intelligence: 0)(Perception: 0) (Leading: 1) Oddgloom is rather quiet and cannot lead, but he seems to have a deep gift when it comes to hunting and fighting. He is able to feel auras and spirits, and his parents consider him a gift from Starclan. The second rains since the official forming of the clans has come, and therefore, it is time for a gathering. Things are still a bit tense between Redsnake and Bluemoss. However, this is alright, for most of the gathering focuses on updates of what has happened since they last spoke. Redsnake introduces the Blue Tribe to Parselypoison and Oddgloom, bragging on the progress that Oddgloom is making in areas of hunting and fighting despite only being an apprentice. Oddgloom, however, is too focused on the beautiful, young warrior-she cat seated behind Bluemoss. They said her name was Kitfall. How beautiful she is- and dedicated to her clan! Oddgloom wishes that he could somehow be her mate- maybe even join the Blue Tribe- but he knows that they would never accept him. For one, he is son of the Red Tribe leader- Two, any cat could take a look at him and know he is an apprentice. Maybe he'll see her patrolling borders one day and finally get the chance to speak to her...
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  35. yep! just one less space than he could with the normal body though
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  36. Yet another warrior joins the Red Tribe. Meowtail is a tom who finds interest in the Red Tribe. BEST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 4) (Charisma: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Perception: 0)(Leading: 0)(Following: 1) Meowtail is incredibly clever and can talk to anyone, but he is actually rather unaware of his skill and thinks himself useless. Apegrowl begins to take an interest in the tom. They become mates after Apegrowl asks him to be her mate. "She's a bit frightening," Meowtail jokes to Primepetal, "But she's beautiful." The two of them have a beautiful tomkit, who they name Pounceleopard. BEST TRAITS: Intelligence, Charisma, Hunting, Leading WORST TRAITS: Wilpower, Spirituality, Following, Fighting Pounceleopard has the same clever personality as his father, but he is more confident and assertive. Meowtail holds great pride in his son, and they are very close. Redsnake moves on to his fourth life, as does Bluemoss. A bearyena attacks the Red Tribe. It kills Apegrowl and Redsnake, knocking out his remaining lives. This leaves Leopardpounce and his father, Meowtail, alone. "What are we going to do?" Asks Pounceleopard fearfully. "Carry on in their place," says Meowtail. "We're gonna need a new leader, you know." He looks at his with a melancholy smile. "This old bag of bones here shouldn't be leader... how about you, Leopardpounce? Or should I say... Redpounce?" "Are you sure?" "As sure as I am about anything else." It is time for the next gathering. "When is the rest of the Red Tribe coming?" Bluemoss asks curiously, her ears twitching. Redpounce is extremely nervous, but he doesn't let anyone know. He steps forward. "We were attacked by a bearyena. My grandfather, Redsnake, and my mother, Apegrowl, were killed in the fight. I am his successor, Redpounce. This is my father, Meowtail." The gathering is tense with an awkward silence. Bluemoss has no idea how to react- Redsnake? The cat she has known for at least one hundred moons.. dead? She never liked him too much personally, but their rivalry had inspired a sort of kinship between the two. How is she to deal with this young warrior whom she has never met and his father? "I see," says Bluemoss, covering her shock. The rest of the gathering is awkward and closed off. It is almost as if the two clans never knew each other. How would this affect peace on the land?
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  37. The new island is very large, and the first thing the clans must do is split up the island into two separate territories. There is a river running through the middle of the island, leaving a northeast half and a southwest half. The southwest half is less stretched out and seems larger, but the northeastern territory comes with an extra stretch of island next to it. Upon arrival, Bluemoss and Redsnake converse with their clans about which half they want privately. "Which looks more attractive to you?" Bluemoss asks her clan. Shrewclouds is first to speak up. "The southwest. There would be less for us to patrol in comparison. We have a strategic advantage that way." "I agree," Slashfox announces. "As do I," Bluemoss states. "I will fight for the southwest territory." "I say we try for the southwest," Flipgloom tells his grandfather. "The southwest will be what the Blue Tribe wants, Flipgloom," Redsnake confesses. "We can't have that. We aren't strong enough right now to cause bloodshed. The northeast area isn't bad, either, you know." "We want the southwest piece," announces Bluemoss to Redsnake. Redsnake nods. "And we will take the northeast." Not long after settling down on the Red Tribe territory, they encounter Fringeleg, a beautiful ginger she-cat. BEST TRAITS: (Willpower: 3) (Following: 4) (Leading: 5) WORST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 1)(Charisma: 0)(Spirituality: 1) Fringeleg is a determined she-cat who has great faith in her clan members. However, she may seem cold. Flipgloom has a kit with Fringeleg after a short period of courting. They have Primepetal. BEST TRAITS: (Hunting: 5) (Following: 5) WORST TRAITS: (Charisma: 1)(Fighting: 1) Primepetal is a skilled hunter, especially in a team. However, she is insecure and has trouble fighting, often getting afraid of practice opponents. Bluemoss and Redsnake shift to their third lives. It is time for the next gathering. Redsnake introduces Primepetal, now a warrior, and Mothtalon, a wanderer female new to the Red Tribe (Pictured far left, behind Primepetal) BEST TRAITS: (Willpower: 5) (Spirituality: 4) WORST TRAITS:(Perception: 0) (Following: 0) Mothtalon is relentless and puts all her faith in Starclan. However, she has trouble seeing the point of view of others and is not a team player. After the gathering is over, Mothtalon becomes the mate of Redsnake. They have Apegrowl. BEST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 4)(Spirituality: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Wisdom: 1) (Charisma: 0) Apegrowl believes that her fighting prowess and strategic skill comes from Starclan, and that her belief gives her her power. However, she is very gruff to outsiders of the Red Tribe. Bluemoss is losing hope. the last of her clan has died. However, like a gift from Starclan, she finds a young male named Ninemice. BEST TRAITS: (Willpower: 5)(Hunting: 5) WORST TRAITS: (Intelligence: 2) Ninemice has near legendary willpower and hunting skills. However, his intelligence leaves something to be desired. Not long after, Red Tribe is joined by Aspenthroat. BEST TRAITS:(Wisdom: 5)(Willpower: 5)(Hunting: 4) WORST TRAITS: (Fighting: 0) (Following: 1) (Perception: 2) Aspenthroat is wise, patient, and a talented hunter. However, he isn't very good with others and is a terrible fighter. It is time for the next gathering. Bluemoss introduces Ninemice to the Red Tribe, and the Red Tribe introduces their new warriors.
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  38. If both parents have 6 fertility, twins are very common.
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  39. I'm glad you like it! /r/WritingPrompts is a good subreddit fior that. It's handy for reminding you that there's still some magic in you, when you doubt.
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  40. Thank you so much, I'm really proud of this and I love how it's going so far.
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  41. When I hear Red Vs Blue, a different fiction comes to mind.
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  42. Hm... so on a curve, it might be somewhere around an IQ of 90? That would be a lot more manageable than what I first assumed, thankfully.
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  43. the mere fact i have almost 300 hours on record...
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  44. Ah, I think his name is Meadowfin. But damn, Lemonshark is a pretty good name.
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  45. We could definetly make it to some extent. The question it, at what cost? It would be a HUGE amount of work to make each model (let's say berry paw) for each skin type. Also for new genes we'd always need let's say 5 times as many models as before. Then the question is: Is it cooler to have 5 new genes, each with unique mechanics or one new gene (but with 5 different skin types). I'm all over the idea of skin types, but I'm just not sure how to do it without adding a big draw back to adding new stuff ^^
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