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Underneith the steep falls, a cut out of great size had been made. FOr many years, leaves have found their way into the cave, littering the floor, decomposing into soft sand. The floors are relitivly smooth and if you walk farther back (many many yards) into the caves, you will find that the sand is deep in the back and warm. Mothers can rear their kittens in the back, away from the weather and cold. A circle of rocks are placed in the very back of the cave, where the Shaman can lite a fire if the need comes. (Much to Brotiz's dismay).

Energetic footsteps sounded not far from where the male stood, heralding the approach of a rather sprightly rishlan kitten. Her fur was a light pink dusted with white at her rump. Her tail and what could be called bangs were an even lighter pink, almost totally white, except for the streak of darker pink that ran through them. The three gold-colored metal bangles she wore on her right forepaw jangled with her movement.

"Morning!" She greeted cheerfully, bright green eyes made a bit smaller with her smile.

Noble eyes cast upon the young kitten, happy and frolickly in her age and time. She was a pleasent child to gaze upon, but Brotiz was never really to impressed with beauty. He found that the personality of the clan member was more interesting. Not that any of his clan was unworthy of being attractive to the eye. He sat himself down upon the soft sand floor, watching the arrival of a few of his members. Young Nahvie was her name and such a name suited such a young kitten, sure of life and a future of good times. Following behind her was Silver, lean and mature in her state, yet she had a glow to her. She was still youthful, indeed. Brotiz smiled kindly at them, a rather familiar and warming smile fell across his lips.
"Hello, dears." He said warmly. "Having a good morning, I hope?" He added, his eyes twinkling.

"The morning has been quite nice so far," the adult female replied slightly more politely than the kitten, though she slowly became more relaxed as she sat down behind Nahvie. She was always more comfortable around the children, perhaps because she was still a young adult herself. She managed to hide her amused expression from Nahvie as the kitten looked back at her. "Remember to tell me if there is anything particularly noteworthy, sir," she added after Navhie's question. "Whatever you see is clan history in the making," she explained, not entirely jokingly. Silver was also more comfortable when talking about stories. Perhaps it was because she enjoyed retelling the stories of others, or perhaps the stories took her mind off the hard life she had as a wanderer before she joined Brotiz's clan.

Faith sees the cave ahead of her, and she keeps going forward. Her estimate earlier that her leg was healing well may have been wrong. Then again, it hadn't started swelling yet so all she really needed was to be able to lay down in a safe area, and let it heal.

Faith paused outside the cave and looked behind her, she felt almost as if she was losing freedom by entering. But she also knew that here she was safe and need not worry about the dangers of the outside.

Burying her thoughts within her Faith wandered inside the cave, the sand crunching lightly under her feet. As she walked into the cave she tried not to favor her leg.

Faith smiles at the other Rislan kitten, "got caught in the big storm the other night. I was trying to find shelter in an overhang by the river," Faith moves slightly to make herself more comfortable. "It worked out fine...until the overhang fell and was pulling me toward the river in a mud slide." Faith laughed slightly as she finished her story, "The leg is healing now though."

"Ouch. Well, at least it's healing." Nahvie replied, making a sympathetic face. She paused, as if just thinking of something. "Hey, I never caught your name, did I?" She asked, grinning. "I'm Nahvie, but you can call me Vee if ya want." She said, a hope lurking in the back of her head that they really hadn't met before... she was terrible with names, and almost as bad with faces. She glanced towards Brotiz when he spoke, but didn't do anything else.

Nahvie grinned. "Yup. 'S why I always tell people they can call me that if they want. Besides," She continued, making a face and rolling her eyes a little. "My mum only called me Nahvie if I was in trouble. Nice to meetcha too, though." She said with a smile, finally sitting down on the cave floor. Now it was coming back to her... she thought she /had/ met Faith before, but thanks to her horrible people-memory and the fact that she hadn't joined this clan all that long ago, she was still trying to memorize the clan members.