MATTRESS Posted October 13, 2020 Share Posted October 13, 2020 i promise ill actually do this one- The fires kept burning, We tried to stop them. We had lost too many, we had to leave. We left behind them. We left them to die. We let hundreds of nichelings die to only save four? 3 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MATTRESS Posted October 13, 2020 Author Share Posted October 13, 2020 Pink Nicheling: Kestrel (They/He Pronouns) Brown Nicheling: Hawk (He/Him Pronouns) Moss Brown Nicheling: Bright (She/Her Pronouns) Red and white Nicheling: Jasper (She/Her Pronouns) ye ill start soon 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MATTRESS Posted October 14, 2020 Author Share Posted October 14, 2020 The Four travel to a safe spot to make camp. Bright and Hawk agree to Breed. Copper is born the next day. 2 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MATTRESS Posted October 14, 2020 Author Share Posted October 14, 2020 Jasper gives birth to her child, Bright and Hawk have a second child. "Are you sure we'll be safe on this island? What if the Apes kill us? We aren't strong enough for that!" "Why Can't we run away? We will be safe here if we run." "I Agree with Jasper, What if we aren't fast enough?" "We will be fine. There's no apes here anyways." Or was there..? Jasper was still tense, who wouldn't be, you had just watched your entire family burn to death. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MATTRESS Posted October 16, 2020 Author Share Posted October 16, 2020 The Tribe jumps the river, they agree that they should leave this island if they want to be safe. Bright gives birth to her last child for now, Carmel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MATTRESS Posted October 16, 2020 Author Share Posted October 16, 2020 The tribe crosses the river fine. They stay by a tree to rest for the night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MATTRESS Posted October 16, 2020 Author Share Posted October 16, 2020 The Tribe sits at the port, waiting. They looked back at the old island, the one that burned. One nicheling turned, jumping on the stepping stone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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