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  1. 2 minutes ago, SilverHowl said:

    I need at least one wolf with a blue skin, could you trade for one of my gold bois?

     

    1 minute ago, That One Crow said:

    No, I'm sorry I haven't bought that wolf. I don't have a blue furred on right now.

     

    Just now, SilverHowl said:

    Well the message is for anyone who wants to trade at least, I need to give them up before they’re chased and killed right off the bat...

    My lead's son has blue fur, I could hand him over?

  2. 1 minute ago, SilverHowl said:

    This game is 100x better than Lioden, my biggest dislike is how much pay to play it was, and how the community wasn’t willing to lend a paw at times...

    Ah yes, like that time I convinced my mom to spend $100 on GB

    (the perks of having a rich step-dad)

  3. 1 minute ago, That One Crow said:

    I feel like it's a little harder to start, but it feels less stressful. I love the coat patterns, the the tribe functions are cool. But that's just my opinion, what about you?

    In Lioden things just started to feel repetitive and stressful after a while, which is why I've pretty much stopped playing it. I also used to play WolfPlay a lot when I was younger, but stopped because it just wasn't the kind of game where you could take breaks. So I've always a game with wolves like Lioden, and I finally got it

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  4. 2 minutes ago, Katumai said:

    My account number #8552, trying to save up to buy this one wolf dtfyghuki

    I think I actually like this game better than Lioden-

  5. She was pretty cool and I really enjoyed her stories whenever I watched one of her videos-but I mostly watched (and still watch) Seri because something about Jessi's voice just put me off I guess?? It was just too soft for me to really pay attention rsertdygh

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  6. Alright, as far as I remember, there should be screenshots from now on

    And in, uh...celebration(?)of that, here's a screenshot of every nicheling after the first generation (not including Cocospill and Chardonnay) and a few notes on their personality

     

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    -The second-born child of the tribe, Starstruck's daughter

    -Was there to witness her sister's death, but doesn't really even remember her

    -Used to be spunky, friendly, and overall a pleasant person

    -She's now become a shell of what she used to be after the deaths of the two nichelings she loved most,  Almond and Everest

    -Has a burning hatred for Capst because of her friendship with Pocky

    -Has a problem with shifting blame and reasoning that it's anyone's fault but her own

    -Has a scar on her right cheek, just under eye (from when Zaptide snapped)

    -Strangely possessive of her brother

     

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    -The third child born in the tribe's original home, Bastille's son

    -Has a habit of speaking in colors and things nobody really understands except him (Synesthesia)

    -Has a very vivid memory of Cocospill's death despite being so young

    -Unafraid of death, both for himself and for others

    -Spends a lot of time by the water

    -Feels distanced and isolated from his whole tribe

    -While he doesn't understand Capst's intentions, he's glad that she acknowledges him without thinking he's crazy

    -He worries about Zaptide a lot, maybe he wasn't the best nicheling to have raised him...

    -"It's all blue-black here too. I'm sorry that you can't escape."

     

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    -Last child born in the mountains, Mitara's daughter (unknown father)

    -Uh....

    -Well, hmm....

    -Nobody cares, moving on

     

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    -First child born in the jungle (I think???), Everest's son

    -Cold, stoic, quiet, and distanced from everyone in his tribe

    -Mostly raised by Pocky, his older brother, and grew up believing that the normal way to act was to not care about anything (this was more of an observation than Pocky directly telling him anything)

    -Never really met his father as the tribe kept him away from children, but nobody ever told him why (he has no idea that Cocospill ever existed)

    -While Almond was usually out gathering food and Zaptide didn't see her all that often, they did have some good moments and after her death he's wondering why they keep fighting to stay alive

     

     

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    -Second (?) child born in the jungle, Tippip's daughter (unknown father)

    -Had to step up as a healer at a pretty young age, even before Bastille uh...'went missing'

    -She's pretty overwhelmed and has a natural empathy, always worrying about everyone and what she can do to help

    -Became absolutely heartbroken after the death of her mother, who was the only nicheling who was ever truly there for her

    -She naturally drifted towards Pocky because he seemed lonely too, and she feels a connection with him

    -Still has nightmares about the day her mother died, watching her get ripped apart by monsters left and right

     

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    -Third (?) child born in the jungle, Starstruck and Statter's son

    -Statter was completely awkward around children, so Humenke became completely useless at social interaction

    -Even though Statter had calmed down from her bratty self, she still had a bad temper, so Humenke's response to pretty much anything is to get angry

    -Someone asks him a question? "What, why would I know that? HEY, STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, STUPID? GO JUMP IN A CARNIVOROUS PLANT AND BURN TO DEATH!"

    -Statter's 'death' really messed him up, even if she wasn't the best mother-he still refuses to come to the conclusion that she's dead, "She just got lost. She'll be back."

     

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    -Former wanderer, found by Zaptide when he was taking a walk

    -Kinda snappy and sarcastic, but she has a good heart

    -Her claws are bathed red from the blood of her enemies

     

     

    annndd i think thats everyone right now? Starstruck is the only one from the first gen left alive, and a few nichelings are pregnant, so there will be more soon

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  7. I don't have anything to complain about, I like it.

    Fun Fact: I switched to online school (homeschool) right before Covid started getting serious, so I was already registered and didn't have to go through all that. Honestly, I loathe public school with every fiber of by being and would rather set myself on fire than go back.

    (I do fall asleep during math class sometimes, though-)

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  8. "You're not real." He whispered.

    And the other nicheling paused, eyes darting down to the claw marks he scuffed into the dirt for a single, shameful moment.

    The two didn't say anything, and everywhere and everyone and everything he ever knew never felt more wrong in that moment. More fake. More confusing and difficult.

    And so he stayed silent, numb to the burning flames that lapped at his back.

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    "I hate her."

    Zaptide blinked, turning his attention over to his sister, who glared sharply to her right. 

    Pocky and Capst were by the river again.

    "Capst? Why?"

    "She's just using him. I can't let her do that."

    For the first time in a while, Zaptide felt a spike of anger hit him. "Last time I checked, you didn't care about him."

    Wildfire shifted her gaze, eyes still narrowed, and glared at him questioningly.

    "He almost died because of you." He had to stop himself from following that up with a hiss, instead opting to stab the blunt claws of his digging paw into the earth.

    "That wasn't my fault!" Wildfire snapped, jumping to her paws and shoving her muzzle so close to his face he could feel her breath. He was much taller than her, but she didn't seem to care.

    "He did that on his own!"

    Zaptide hissed, aggressively raking his claws through the dirt. That anger wasn't going to stay in much longer.

    "You taunted him. You told him to do it. You know he doesn't know how things work! His brain works differently-he doesn't understand!"

    "I know that better than anyone! I've been there his whole life, you've barely done a thing for him! You barely do anything! You-"

    Zaptide snapped. He struck out his paw, batting Wildfire in the face and sending her to the ground. She sat there for a few moments, staring at the blood on her paw from where she pressed it against her head.

    His anger fizzled out, and he whipped around, retreating into the grass and away from...her. 

    He hated her.

    ..........

    "Ow!"

    Zaptide jolted, leaping backwards like a frightened rabbil and staring at the lump of white fur glaring at him from the ground. 

    "You stepped on my tail! Rude!"

    ....who was this again?

    She seemed to read his mind, because she huffed and stood to her paws, giving him a weird look.

    "Why are you out here? Do you have a tribe?"

    "What's wrong with your face?"

    Yeah uh, that probably wasn't the best thing to ask. It was a valid question though-the only nicheling he had seen with that kind of face was Chardonnay, and look where that got him....

    "Wow, you're just a real gentleman, aren't you? I was born like this. Now get outta my way, I smell food."

     

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    Oops, still no screenshots dtfgyuhi

    And that thing at the beginning? I've decided that each chapter following this one, I'll write a little glimpse into the future at the start. There won't be any colored text and nobody will be named (or their names will be replaced with symbols, like: #@%^$) so you won't know who it is until the chapter comes. I'm sure you can figure out, though ;) 

     

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  9. 3 minutes ago, SilverHowl said:

    I need to speak from the inside rn, and admit how dumb I can be with the words I say sometimes.. please if you notice what I say is unintentionally offensive, then tell me nicely to edit my message or to stop, and if you told me that before, I never listened, but I’m going to now, I wanna try and be a lot more self aware too.

    That's alright, as long as you've learned from your mistakes. I think plenty of people aren't proud of what they've done in the past. (I know I'm not-for example, I had a SERIOUS problem with guilt-tripping when I was younger. It hurts to even think about, ew)

    Oh and uh, I know I've apologized before, but sorry for snapping at you that one time. Back then you acted like some of the people I liked the least, and that combined with my anger issues just spilled over. Anyway, just try to be better, that's all I can ask : )

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  10. Like a lot of other people, characters are one of my favorite parts of storytelling, and playthroughs are no different. I hate it when characters are one-dimensional and lack any sort of humanity (BIL had a serious problem with this-which is why I've been spending the last two months coming up with more in depth personalities for every named character, which I'll get out there soon since I discontinued the playthrough and still feel bad about it dyghi)

    I've definitely gotten a lot better at writing in my newer playthroughs, both story-telling wise and actual grammar and stuff. There are characters that I focus on more than others, either because they're really fun to write or writing from their perspective helps me (and hopefully other people) understand them better. cough Pocky coUGH

    I can live without screenshots (mostly because my friend forgets them a lot in her playthroughs love ya Foxy), but it's definitely nice to have faces to attach to names. (I lost all of my screenshots when my laptop broke, so I've been writing the next few chapters of IL without them-oops?)

    Also the 'long walls of text thing' is why I format things kinda weird in my playthroughs-I can't stand reading something that has few to none paragraph breaks, specially if there's a number tossed in there somewhere? Yeah, uh, I'm gone. 

    Annddd character interactions-I'm not too great at those either, but I try to make them at least a little interesting 🤷‍♂️

     

    (sorry that this was long, I'm sick today and I wanted to get this all out there before my brain starts frying)

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  11. "Hey, are you feeling okay?"

    Crosskill jolted, fur bristling as she whipped around to face the voice. Sugar took a step back, giving a her a look.

    Crosskill sighed, bringing a paw up to her face and digging her claws in for a moment in irritation. "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright."

    Sugar nodded, silently sitting down next to her. The two stared out at nothing, and Crosskill was growing more and more tense each moment.

    "Where's Mars?"

    "I had things to do, so I passed him over to Pad for the day." She gestured towards the beach, where Pad and Mars were crouched over the water. From what she could see, Pad was drawing a symbol in the water with her claw. Probably another spell.

    "He'll be a good addition." She purred, and Crosskill felt like she may explode. Y'know, drowning herself in that water didn't seem too bad of an idea right now.

    "We need wanderers. We can't rebuild with just the six of us, nobody here is even mates."

    Oh no.

    Oh god.

    Keep it together.

    "Y-yeah, uh...we could go look for some? I was just finishing up here-"

     

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  12. "So, you want to learn magic?"

    Mars paused, looking away from where Sugar was picking berries and turning to Crosskill. She sat atop a rabbil burrow, calm and collected as ever.

    He nodded, and sat down in front of the rabbil den to face her. 

    "Alright. I'll show you something basic first."

    She unsheathed a claw, and Mars watched curiously as she drew a symbol in the air, the drawing glowing a pale yellow once she was finished. It sat there, and she nodded to him to try.

    He glanced down at his paws. Uh...how? One of his paws was basically useless, and the other one was a wing...uh...

    "You have this, don't you?" Crosskill grabbed his wing, gently spreading it out and pointing to the clawtip on the joint. "Just use that."

    "Will this even work? Like...whatever his name was said, I'm not magical, I'm not a witch. I doubt I can just use magic all willy-nilly."

    Crosskill sighed, staring at the clouds for a few moments. "Well, we could try giving a piece of a witch to hold on to, that may work."

    "A...piece?"

    "Like a tooth or a claw. 

    "....where are you supposed to get that? I'm not too sure your friends would be all that eager to give up one."

    Crosskill didn't say anything, simply jumping from the rabbil burrow and calmly walking over to Spice. 

    Mars watched curiously as the two spoke, seeming to be the only one noticing Crosskill drawing another symbol in the air. She tapped it with her paw, and Spice doubled over like someone had clawed him in the stomach, coughing as one of his teeth-not the big ones, he needed those-dropped on the grass.

    Ignoring his angry snarling, Crosskill hopped back up on the rabbil burrow, doing another spell and fusing the tooth with some sort of string. She leaned down and looped it around Mars' neck.

    "Let's see if it works now."

    Mars gave her a look, then raised the claw on his wing, copying the symbol Crosskill had drawn earlier. Surprisingly, it actually worked, and the drawing shined a pale yellow.

    Crosskill nodded. "Go ahead, tap it."

    Mars did so, watching in slight awe as the drawing transformed into a tiny ball of light. Crosskill reached towards it and cupped her paws on the bottom, gently bringing it to rest against her chest.

    "Anyone can be a witch with some practice."

     

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  13. "Say that again! I dare you!"

    "Hey, get off me!"

    "Goddammit, do not make me turn this raft around!"

    You can imagine that having six nichelings stuck on one tiny raft drifting across the sea for a week tends to lead to fights.

    Good thing they were almost at the island, or Spice and Shrike surely would have killed each other and sunk the ship by now.

    The moment they got to land, Crosskill jumped to shore, breathing in the fresh air as her tribemates hopped up behind her. It was nice to breathe something not salty for the first time in days.

    Her eyes shot open as she felt something warm pressed against her side, nervously glancing down at Sugar, who was smiling obliviously and...was that purring? She could do that? Oh geez, keep it together Crosskill. Keep it together.

    Shrike suddenly dropped like a rock just next to them, hissing and looking back at Spice, who presumably shoved him out of the raft. "That was completely unnecessary!"

    "You're completely unnecessary!"

    "That doesn't make sense!"

    "You don't make sense!"

    Crosskill sighed, reluctantly stepping away from Sugar and walking away to a spot where she (mostly) couldn't hear Spice and Shrike's endless childish arguing.

    Mars hopped out next, briefly scanning the grass before sitting down next to Shrike. He sat back on his hindlegs, stretching out his wing and letting out a relived sigh. That raft could get pretty cramped.

    And, instead of just getting out like a normal person, Pad teleported from the raft and next to Sugar. Showoff.

    "Well, it seems we can still use magic here."

    "And me?"

    Pad turned her head, staring for few moments at Mars and thinking. He was just a normal nicheling-could he learn magic?

    "Well, I guess we'll find out."

    "Wait-didn't you say you were supposed to be at Summer Camp? You're just a normal-mc normal-pants! How in the world do you expect to learn magic?-"

    "One more word and I turn you inside-out."

    Everyone's heads turned to Crosskill, who had spoken for the first time in hours.

    "Yeah? And how will you do that?"

    Crosskill didn't say anything, just unsheathed a claw and started drawing a symbol in the air while staring Shrike in the eyes. 

    He immediately shut up, trying to discreetly hide behind Mars and...use him as a shield, I suppose?

    "Let's get going. We need to find a spot to build our home."

     

    (sorry about no screenshots, technical difficulties drtfyguuih)

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  14. It's not too strange, the concept of nichelings learning magic. I mean, they have already learned so much, so what's stopping them?

    Nothing. In fact, they already have.

    Far out at sea and isolated from where the nicheling populations usually reside, lay an archipelago.

    The Twin Isles.

    An archipelago split in two, each piece of land filled to the brim with magical properties. Even strange and wonderful creatures resided there, never seen anywhere else. 

    Over generations, the tribe learned to control the elements and master magic. Some were even so powerful that nobody was ever able to lay a claw on them.

    Things were good. Things were happy.

    Until they weren't.

    Something happened. The isles fell apart, and...everyone was gone. Gone before they knew it.

    The isles were left shattered and crumbled, without a speck of life in them. The tribe was gone.

    Except for a few lucky nichelings who managed to escape.

    These nichelings-witches-decided to found a new tribe somewhere else, and rebuild the society they had known and love.

    Oh, and then there's the kid who got lost on his way to Summer Camp and somehow ended up on their raft.

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    Basically-Niche, except everyone is a witch

    This is similar to Kevin in the fact that I'm only kinda serious-

    (I also just finished watching The Owl House, so a LOT of this is based around that dtfyguh)

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  15. Math. Math. Math.

    I will die before I look at another math equation again.

    Numbers hurt my head, and all my math teachers were complete jerks and hated me, so that just makes me hate it more. You can usually tell that someone isn't a good teacher when they insult their thirteen year old student until they cry in front of the whole class. I hated him so much and still do-he absolutely sucked. He also took my water bottle and forget to give it back for the whole day just because 'it was distracting me'. 

    Math has been the cause of probably like, half of my mental issues-hell, when I get into school again my mom said that she might just do all my math homework for me-

    Math is bound to be your least favorite subject when you have dyscalculia (just-google it, the best way I can describe it is 'math dyslexia'). I couldn't read a damn clock until I was in highschool. 

     

    My favorite subject is probably science, mostly because I've always had a fascination with how things work and why they exist. Hell, that's why I joined these forums in the first place, because Niche became an escape from all the stress after I found it. I don't know much about human genetics, but I definitely know some stuff about cat genetics. 

    in general, I just hate school. burn it.

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  16. I was a bit stuck on what to do for this next chapter, so I just decided to write some flashback-ish things about how the og 5 nichelings ended up on the same island. (Everest and Starstruck are from the same tribe, so I just put them together, though it is from Starstruck's perspective)

     

    Everest and Starstruck

     

    You'd think being in a jungle would keep you at least a little bit safe from the monsters. 

    Thick foliage, meat-eating plants, rivers everywhere-a full functioning nicheling could barely avoid all of those dangers, much less a creature that seemed unable to comprehend that it even existed.

    "Vaccum, hurry up!"

    They were mistaken.

    The tribe was big, yet somehow these dead things were picking them off one by one.

    Everyone was panicking, fighting for their lives against the creatures that nobody was able to kill no matter how hard they hit. Hell, these things were getting their throats torn clean open, yet they still stumbled forward, completely unaffected by the bloodloss.

    Screaming.

    So much screaming.

    Starstruck stumbled backwards, pressing his back against one of the towering trees and surveying the chaos before him.

    Nichelings-dead ones, ones he knew-littered the ground, either being torn apart and eaten by the monsters or rising up moments later as one of those...things.

    Wait...

    "Quixotic?!"

    This couldn't happen.

    He pushed forward, narrowly avoiding a few monsters as he rushed to the middle of the panic and desperately searched for someone. 

    "Quixotic?!"

    "Over here!"

    He whipped around, sighing in relief as the other nicheling darted around a few monsters and ran to him. 

    Starstruck met him halfway, briefly wrapping his wing around Quixotic's back and pulling him close, then scanning the area for some way-any way-out of the massive horde of monsters and dead bodies.

    Wait-

    Where the hell was Pression in all of this?

    She was their leader, why wasn't she out here protecting her tribe?

    Her guards were everywhere, either fighting the monsters or dead upon the ground. Maybe he could grab a few and run with them to somewhere safer, for protection.

    Where though? Who?-

    Jest.

    Jest was just a few meters away.

    Starstruck dashed forward, grabbing Quixotic and dragging them both towards Jest as if their lives depended on it. 

    The male was battling ruthlessly, surrounded by monsters on all sides yet still managing to send each one sprawling to the ground with a hit to the head.

    Just before Starstruck reached him however, one of the monsters snapped it's jaws around the back of his neck, pulling him to the ground where he was vulnerable to the dozens of hungry creatures coming at him.

    There was no way he was going to make it out of that.

    Starstruck quickly halted, whipping around and running in the opposite direction with Quixotic on his heels.

    He could barely see anything-the monsters and his tribemates were all scattered around, and he couldn't hear his thoughts over the screams.

    "Quixotic, we-"

    Where did he go?

    "Quixotic?"

    He couldn't see anything in the sea of death. Quixotic had just...vanished.

    "Quixotic?! Quixotic, please! Come back! Where are you?!"

    "Starstruck!"

    His head shot up, frantically scanning the hundreds of nichelings amidst the clearing.

    Two males were dashing towards him, though not very fast, considering they had the same...predicament, as he did with the paws.

    "Mars! Jupiter!"

    He rushed to meet them, not getting very far as he stumbled and tripped over the limp body of someone else. By the time he looked back up, his brothers were gone, lost again in the crowd.

    He was frozen. It seemed that everyone he loved had disappeared.

    He took the time to realize just how many of his tribemates were dead on the ground.

    Rotline, Lasmine, Minipur, Forecher, Guardivan, Bosy, Machint-and those were just the ones he could see.

    Dead.

    They were all dead.

    He pushed himself up, shoving through the crowd and aiming for the trees.

    More dead tribemates.

    Ridge, Custonen, Breetch, Snowhood, Ivyburst.

    He was almost there.

    Satchja, Mismatch, Zipber-

    Zipber? What?

    "...dad?"

    He stopped, just at the treeline, and stared at the broken and rotting body of his father sprawled upon the ground. 

    It figured he wouldn't make it very far with those paws, but...

    Maybe he really was alone now. Nobody had escaped, it seemed.

    Quixotic, Mars, Jupiter, Jest-they were all gone. He had no idea where Comet and their mother was, though she probably left the second this all started. She had wings-it was easy for her.

    Holding back the tears and the shaking, Starstruck pushed forward, bursting through the trees and dashing through the forest. All of the monsters seemed to be focused on the tribe at the moment.

    It seemed he was the only survivor.

    How was he supposed to live alone?-

    His pace was broken by some sort of impact, sending him tripping over himself and landing hard on the ground. He groaned, rubbing his head with his wing and briefly checking to see what had stopped him.

    ...no way.

    Everest. He was on the ground too, shaking some dust from his fur and staring fearfully at Starstruck. He was alive.

    He could escape with him.

    Without a word or an explanation, he grabbed Everest and shoved him forward. Though he seemed confused, it was clear that he could hear the screams and sense the complete horror coming from his former home.

    They ran. Ran until they reached the beach.

    Even when there was no port-they swam.

    Swam until they reached the biting cold.

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    I'll write the others later, but for now these will just be posted whenever I'm stuck on what else to write fugyihijk

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