The Minoore Tribe: Young and hungry (Idk what I'm doing)

[MissGoogly]

Four Young Niche-lings sit on the edge of the port to a small Island, they are the after math of storm- No not just a storm, The Aftermath of a God's Wrath. They are what's left of the Minoore tribe. Exhausted and stranded, and this is their story. (day 0)

The largest of the young niche-lings opens his eye's first, he's silent as he examines his surroundings. After a few moments he flattens the grass patch and stares at the blue niche-ling that's beside, him, his widening in surprise.

The second Niche-ling to open their eyes, is the horned female, who's approach to the situation is not as calm as the larger male.

???: Oh My God. What's happening, it was a dream! I SHOULD BE AWAKE NOW. Why am I still in my DREAM!

???: Why would you dream about our tribe being drowned? That's a little strange.

???: You're one to talk, you just decided to watch us all sleep. After what has happened, I'M THE WEIRD ONE? *Her eye's begin to build up tears, and she can't help but feel irrational and angry*

The Male stays quiet, and rests his body onto the ground, not bothering to stay on watch over the group any longer. The Horned Niche-ling looks at her paws for a moment as she regains composure.

???: My Name is Tulippe, I am from  The Deciduous region of Minoore.

???: My name is Vankirku, I'm of the Conifer region. Blessings be with you. (This is a greeting of the minoore tribe, as well as a farewell term)

???: Blessings to you both, I am Seeralisa, Everren Region* The, now, awoken water bodied niche-lings whispers*

Vankirku and Tulippe whips their heads to look at the resting Seeralisa forgetting that there were two other nichelings. The group sit in silence for a few moments when the final, blue bodied, nicheling awakens and hops up and looks around quickly before locking his sights on Vankirku, and tumbling towards him.

???: VANKIR! Is it just you, we're you able bring Tilia? Who are these guys?

The group talks about their situation, sharing their accounts of the Tsunami that ended their tribe, and learning that the blue niche-ling's name is Rennir, and that he and Vankir(ku) had been Denmates on Minoore. Denmates are pups with different parents that raised their children in groups, to establish strong bonds and loyalty and to tie them to the tribe.

R: So what do we do now?

T: Well, it's obvious. We continue our tribe, we are the legacy.

And with that the Minoore tribe gets to work, first order of business: Food. The Day is spent digging up roots for Vankir and Rennir as Tulippe heads towards two nearby berry bushes and Seeralisa flattens some grass. This is the only the beginning of the Minoore stories.

HELLO, Author Here. This was a lot of story for one day, and I can promise I definitely won't write something for everyday especially because it'd be so much dialogue, that's just not worth writing AND these niche-lings will live for a while. I'm writing this playthrough but it also wont be long before I post a link to the story of my secondary play through which will be a challenge with nichelings that have shorter life spans, and alot less plot armor then nichelings in this series have. Btw pls read my other playthrough when it's out and tell me ur thoughts ab it and the Minoore Tribe