Cloude

I hope you get better! I'm sorry you feel that bad

Serious question above, it's so swaggy and cool that you should answer it. Y'know, since it's so hip with the kids and funky and fresh? But in all seriousness, if me and (possibly) an amazing guest star brought you a roleplay, would you possibly be interested? (Depending on what it's about?)

Laughter could be heard as the tiny nicheling followed her older brother, clinging to his tail with her front paws while her hindlegs kept her walking. "Remember Azamiya, I need you to be super serious when we get there, okay?" "Supah serious! Got it!" The cub giggled, cuddling the side of her face up to his fluffy tail to warm her face up the cold wind nipped at her. The two finally made their way to the meeting, where the older nicheling turned to her and gave a sad smile. "Alright Almond, you ready to hold up your end?" "Yeah!" The cub mewed excitedly, giggling and fumbling with her paws to sit up. Walnut sighed, glancing around at all the other cubs in the clearing. "You can't be doing that.. This is really serious, okay?" Almond straightened up a bit, calming her giggles before giving a tilt of her head. "What's wrong?" But after she blinked, she was looking back up at Enzyme. "Nothing. But you.. You need to stop giggling so much here." Azamiya tilted her head, watching as her brother looked up to the sky. There had been birds circling, and it hadn't been long since the two had lost Stonetridge. Almond remembered her. Honey was the one who-- Wait.. Azamiya brought a paw up to her head, whimpering, much to the confusion of Enzyme. "What? What's wrong?" Azamiya leaned her head into his warm coat, before looking up to him. "Walnut, my head hurts.." "Who's Walnut?"

If this ever picks up (Like,, if you plan to pick it up) May I be notified? 👀

I SWEAR THIS ISN'T DEAD,, I JUST MAYBE FORGOT FOR A BIT

“Y’know, ever since that stranger appeared, that bird has been staying off my back!” Bitter started. “Maybe she actually likes this dude. I mean, he’s sweet and all, but I think he might be missing a few screws, y’know?” He continued on to the sleeping Pine. He sighed and looked over towards the stump. Having a little one was… fun. But now she’s all tall and grown up. Perhaps this is how parents feel?

Toxic looked behind her, making sure the children were still following. They had stopped, as Feather Jr had gotten tired, and Dark kept looking back for his father. Toxic sighed, turning back to go lay next to Jr. She watched as Dark came to a halt, then motioned him over. He came over, head dipped, and lay down. “He’s not coming, Dark. You know this.” “Yeah but what if he changes his mind? He can do that! He can choose he wants to stay with us! Right?” Dark almost pleaded, not wanting to leave his father behind. Toxic sighed and looked off towards where the tribe was bundling up, lowering her head until she was ready to sleep. “He’s not coming. If you can’t accept that, neither are you.”

Bitter stared at the small bundle of feathers that had been freed from it’s icey prison. It kept sneezing, curling up in a ball so it could get some semblance of warmth. It seemed to be freezing, so Bitter wrapped his large, fluffy tail around them in an effort to help. The feathery child finally looked up, blinking it’s eyes open to see him, before flapping it’s wings just enough to leap onto the back of his head. It seemed to attach, digging it’s little claws into his fur as he struggled to get it off. “Ow, stop that! Get off!” The more he struggled, the more scared the child was, and the more she clung to him. Pine and Cold just kind of stared for a bit, before Pine lifted a paw, pointing at his mother. “Are we not going to address the fact my mom just died? In front of a child?” Bitter growled, trying to fling the child off of him until it bit his horn. “Ugh! Whatever, stay there, but you’re not going to haunt me! I know martial arts, and as soon as you make the wrong move, you’re done for!” He growled, only to get a small squeak as a response. “Guys?” “Y’know, maybe the kid just wants a friend! You threatening it certainly won’t make it behave either.” “,, Guys–” “Whatever. Cold, can you go get the others? I think I see some stones just ahead of here.” “Sure! But don’t expect me to not exaggerate a tad!” He said, skipping off happily before Bitter could object. Pine gave a disappointed sigh, getting up to his paws before slipping into the grass, heading towards the mentioned ports.

Grass lay on the sand, glaring out at the water as the weakness, numbness, and pain still washed over her body with each wave. By now, she had at least three goldleeches attached to her fur, slowly sucking the life out of her. It hurt, more than it hurt to be left behind. More than it hurt to be forgotten. To be forgotten and out of control of her situation, as her life slowly teetered on the line, she finally pushed one last time into the water. She didn’t want to bother the locals with the scent once she was gone, even if they had left her behind. This seems to be common, doesn’t it? Leaving the fish behind? Maybe, that’s just how it’s meant to be.

I mean,,, You know my history with jungle nichelings :wheeze:

The next day, Dark tumbled out of the nest, and the stranger, Yellow, brought him close to himself. He curled around his new son, glancing back in Toxic’s direction as she sighed. “Night.” She hummed, bringing a paw over the edge of her nest to ruffle the fur on her new son’s head. She then curled up in the nest, leaving only Yellow awake. He stared out into nothingness, wrapping his paws around Dark as he slept soundly. Something seemed.. Off. This tribe, he could sense something bad about it. Like there was something distant looming over them.

Toxic had been calling, the sleeping Bush and eager Berry behind her. Suddenly, Berry yelped, which made Toxic turn around to see a blind male towering over him. “Stop being so loud, you imbecile! The spies will hear you!” The blind nicheling hissed, grasping Berry by the shoulders. Bush stirred as Toxic began to yell down at the stranger. “Hey, get off of him you big ol’ meanie!” She yelled as she swiped a claw, only to be met by the stranger’s claw holding it still. “Hey, let go!” “Shut up, shut up, shut up! Shush! If they hear you they’ll be on our tail so fast we wouldn’t have had one in the first place!” He growled. He then took a deep breath, letting go and swiping his claw through his mane. “Look, you’re feminine so I’ll explain this in an easier way.” He patted around the ground, picking up a twig and pointing it in her direction. “Spies, they’re in the grass, everywhere. They’re following us ‘roguelings’ to hunt us, put our heads on their trees like trophies. They want us rid of, out of their world, gone. They came from the jungles, and they’re joining tribes trying to find us.” He glared downwards, slamming the twig against the ground. “Stupid jungle nichelings. They think any face that looks gross to them is a rogue, even the females. If you ask me, the jungle is a terrible place to be.”

DUDE YOUR TOO GOOD AT THIS 🙏 I wanna write like this so bad but my eyes need colour, and colour makes me unfocus 😭 But I'm very curious for the next chapter! And Nibshubi my beloved < 3 She is precious.

Hmmm.. Maybe keep this writing, and if you do another one make it videos and keep them posted in their own little playthrough post?

Starter prompts finished, being written and used. Other prompts may still be given, but not starter game prompts.

As a viewer, you may choose to interfere with the lives of these nichelings. Throw food their way, make rules to ruin their lives, or make me do something completely outside of the game that only effects me! It's like my old "choose your playthrough" thing- Where you're controlling what I'm doing. I'll give you an hour (up to all night depending on if I sleep or not) to comment with starter prompts. This time, you may make naming rules, as long as it's not naming everyone with the same small term or same name. (You may make me rename children if so pleased.)

“Who are you?” Frozen stared down, eyes locked with an unfamiliar female. The female stared back blankly, eyes unmoving. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce right through him, and he felt like he might be ill if she stared like that for much longer. “Quit that and tell me who you are already!” He hissed, wanting to close his eyes. Though, somehow, it was like they were forced open by her gaze. Moments went by, one heartbeat after another.. Until, A loud sob broke out. “Stop! Stop it!” He cried, and she finally broke the gaze by looking off into the grass. He lifted his large paw, glaring at her as he slammed it back down into the grass. “Who do you even think you are?!” “Root.” Frozen’s eyes widened, and he went back to staring in silence for a few moments. Once he processed it, he seemed to grow even more infuriated. “You could talk this whole time?? So you’ve just been playing a fool of me!” Root shot him a side-glare, which immediately made him back down. She slowly dragged a paw up a blade of grass, flicking it at the top before turning back to him. “You didn’t let me finish.” She snapped, putting a paw under his chin and dragging his head up to eye level. “I am Root, g–” She paused, rolling her eyes before staring back into his. “Princess of the great Emporer Breath.” She let go, sitting back. “I’d rather be called Eye, and you will show respect, even if I have to force it.”

Moss and Bitter stared at Bush, watching as Cold did his best to try and pull her head up from the water. “Ma, the fish are gone! You need to breathe!” Bush opened her mouth and bit at the sand, before yanking her head out of the water. She spat out the mix of sand and water, blowing it as well out of her nose. Bitter looked down to Cold, giving him a confused look. “I guess she listened?” “Ugh.. She’s still learning, don’t worry. One day she’ll have it down!” Cold insisted, looking up to Moss whom glared down into the water. No goldleeches. Cold sighed, looking back up to his mother. “Ma, we should–” But she was already walking away, a big smile on her face.

Bush stared blankly down at Cold, who seemed to be trying to talk to her. He looked so happy, saying nothing to her. Or at least, what was nothing in her ears. He suddenly came to a stop, beaming as he reached a paw out. Bush watched the paw meet her own, then looked back up to her son’s face. He seemed serious, muttering more words she couldn’t hear. Maybe he was looking for comfort? She shouted, even her own words muted. “I LOVE YOU.” He flinched, though smiled, before laying his head on her chest of fluff.

As everyone began moving inwards, Gill stared at the berries beside her. She couldn’t quite remember where her children went. Where was Fin? Cactus? Did they disappear? Who was their father again? She couldn’t quite recall the details but.. All alone, just like her daughter, she slowly curled up into a ball. This would be her last day, though this would not be her last say.

Nut looked down at Pine, her son, lovingly. He did his best to keep walking, though the wind made him shiver and teeter to the side, towards the river. Once he was close enough, Nut picked him up by the scruff, and tried to avoid getting her eyes poked by his horns as she walked along.

Yoooo, would you be upset if I also did the deer herd challenge for a playthrough? It would probably be a lot less writing because I'm not as creative as you, but it seems fun! You make them fun :')

Ice stared down at the two cubs, as Frozen stared at his father’s frozen body. Is this supposed to be funny? He had been lost in thought. Ice brought a paw to his, and he looked up. “Dear, we should go. He would want us to follow the tribe.” She said with a motion of her head. Frozen hissed, turning his back to her as he teared up. “Why aren’t you sad? Didn’t you love him?” He hissed again, glaring back towards her. “I didn’t know him that long.. But that doesn’t mean I hate him. I’m sure he loves you, too.” Ice looked down at the confused cub between her paws before looking back up to Frozen. “But Frost needs her brother, okay? All you need to do is smile. He’ll watch over you if you smile for him.” . . . “Whatever.”

“Why are we over here again?” The male questioned, looking up to the eager face of Toxic. “We’re finding a leech! Look, down in the water! There should be some around!” She peered over the edge of the river, quickly dipping her nose in before yanking her head back. “Brrrip! That’s freezing!” She almost yelled. The male gave a confused look. “What was that noise you just made?” “What noise?” She asked, tilting her head. He stared at her for a few moments before shrugging, gazing down into the water. “Nevermind then, probably my imagination.”

Yoooo I agree with the last one- Me and Kat used to do it all the time (more so Kat), and it's actually really fun being able to go through a story with both the perks and downfalls of a 'power'!