Devil's Tower

Who: Jax and invited leaders/associates (Wolf, Grey, Jed, Sensei, Hawk and Kestral)
Where: Waffle House on Highway 14 at the intersection of Wolf and TF territory
When: Sunset
Why: Because deception is fun!

It had been difficult to decide on a location for the meeting. Jax wanted something that was at once neutral for everyone, but at the same time, compromising on his part. He wanted to show the other tribes that he was not afraid to be around them with no weapons. It was a demonstration in sincerity, even though in truth there was not an ounce of sincerity about the whole thing. In the end he chose the Waffle House on the highway because it was in a kind of no-man's land, but also sandwiched right between Wolf and Twin Feather turf.

In his letter he'd specified that each leader only bring one companion and that everyone came without weapons. The first specification he'd honored by choosing to only bring Lawliss along with him. Lawliss was always good at keeping Jax in check and he was the best person to have on your side should the need for close hand to hand combat arise. However, when it came to the second specification Jax broke his own rules. He always had his switch blade with him no matter what and so even as he sat on the bar of the Waffle House awaiting the other leaders, it was tucked safely inside his boot.

Thankfully enough of the lightbulbs still worked in the restaurant for them to see by. It was only a matter of time before the first leader would arrive. Jax wasn't nervous, he was trained extensively for this sort of thing. "Lawliss, my friend, are you ready?"


((OOC: Tag to Lawliss first, and then anyone can jump in as they see fit!))

Identical letters delivered to all the tribe leaders on Sunday by the same messenger who delivered the first letters.

( Dear Friend... )

Letters delivered to three tribe leaders on Monday around noon. The letters are delivered by three unfamiliar messengers who refuse to answer questions; they simply drop off the letters and then leave.

( Letter addressed to Wolf )

( Letter addressed to Jed )

( Letter addressed to Hawk and Kestral )

***OOC: Although Jax did not write to the Carrion, once Wolf makes the deal with them that they can remain autonomous, Wolf will certainly share the letter with Sensei and bring Sensei to any future leader meetings, etc. Also, Wolf will take the letter to Grey and see what he thinks.

Who: Hawk and Kestral
What: A long overdue heart-to-heart
When: Afternoon
Where: Twin Feather territory
Rating: PG?

It had been far too long since Hawk had a chance to talk with his sister. Especially after Nova discovered that she was pregnant. That girl had him hopping all over the place trying to keep her content and comfortable, which was near impossible thanks to her crazy mood swings. But today Hawk had managed to drag himself away temporarily to get a small taste of his old life. He wondered around the general area, breathing in the cool, spring air and enjoying the warm sun beaming down on him from between the tree limbs.

"Hey, Kes," he greeted warmly once he spotted his sister, though there was a touch of sheepishness to his voice. "I'm sorry I haven't been around a lot..." When it came to the leadership gig, Kestral was the brains of the outfit; Hawk was just the supporting brawn, so he never worried too much about trying to keep up with his "duties" as a co-leader. The Twin Feathers were a pretty relaxed group and needed very little leader intervention, for the most part. But he felt guilty for seemingly dumping all the responsibility on his sister for the last couple of months just because he accidentally got a girl knocked up.

Who: OPEN to the TF's, man!
What New Year's fornication? Oh wait, wrong tribe .. Party!
When: New Year's Eve, starting around 9:45 PM?Where: Twin Feather's Place
Rating: PG-13!

Kestral looked around the room, glad to see that the decorations were all set up. They were using the same room that had been set up for Christmas. Most of the decorations, such as the papermache ball with glitter on it created by Marmie and the kids, were handmade from either scraps or traded supplies. It all looked better than she would have thought.

On the tables were their own food and of course apple cider. The closest thing they had to alcohol. At least that she knew of. That she wanted to know of. Kestral wasn't that big of a drinker and she didn't mind if the booze was in lacking. Not to mention she had made it strictly known that any form of alcohol would be saved until the little ones were all off to bed. Not that she had to. Twin Feathers weren't as idiotic or self-centered as say ... Mountain Lions.

Inspecting things one last time, even as the rest of the tribe members started trickling in, Kestral took it all with a small smile. She remembered New Years at her house. The ones spent together. She remembered when Hawk and herself had been finally been old enough to stay up late. Not that the two of them had never attempted to sneak downstairs even after being tucked in when they were younger. It'd always been Kestral who had jostled her half-asleep brother, wanting to know what all the hub-bub was all about. Hawk would always fall asleep before she did, drooling on her shoulder. Kestral, to her young irritation, would always nod off right before the showing of the ball drop. Waking up, safe and warm in her bed, rather than on the stairs or behind the couch.

What she wouldn't give to be tucked in one more time. A thought quickly pushed aside. She wasn't the person to dwell on the past. She missed her mom and dad, that was true, but they would have wanted her to have moved on and stay on. Not to mention she had a new family now that needed her ... as much as she needed them.

Might as well start to mingle.

Who: Hawk and [open!]
What: Twin Feathers Christmas Cookout
When: Afternoon
Where: Twin Feathers Pavilion
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol references
Status: Incomplete

Hawk had been rather psyched about the Christmas party. After much planning and running around, he had finally collected Nova's things from where she had been staying at the farm with the help of Libby and another tribe member. Her suitcase had been hidden in his closet, and he would present it to her later this evening once the activities had died down. It was a rather cheap present, but Hawk was awfully proud of himself, especially since he had managed to do it without Wolf knowing.

The week with Nova had been amazing in its own special way. As far as sleeping arrangements went, he had offered to give her the bed and he would sleep on his giant bean bag, but she would have none of it. It was entirely too cold to be sleeping a long, and besides, Hawk needed to be there to protect her from the spook-a-boos lurking under the bed. So she had been sleeping in his bed with him the entire time and not once had they done anything beyond cuddling. Though, there had been that one night when he just kind of kissed her good night on her cheek. It was not out of habit, just an impulse that he acted on without really thinking. What he thought as something simple turned into a big deal when she blushed so deeply at his action and tried to find excuses to get away. After reminding her about the cold weather, the scary monsters, and his general desire to not have to rescue her again, she calmed down.

To tell the truth, Hawk was beginning to lose his cool hold on things. Nova's situation resided outside his normal practice when it came to women. Usually, when they stayed the night in his bed, it really was not for the purpose of sleeping. But Nova had a certain innocence about her, and it made him feel just dirty thinking about forcing her to sleep with him. Which is why he was super excited about the Christmas party. Parties usually meant some form of alcohol, and hopefully Nova would consume some of this alcohol and loosen up, so it would only take a little persuasion. That and every one seemed more relaxed than they had been the last couple of days. Everyone was gathered together, laughing, having fun, and enjoying each other's company.

Most leaders would make some kind of speech, something about holiday cheer and keeping up the good work. But Hawk had never been the speech-making type, that and his stomach was rumbling, so he set out to grab food and something to drink. Crossing his arms over his chest, hugging his coat closer around him, he made his way around the pavilion, checking out the delicious home-grown, home-made food prepared.

Who: Kestral, Echo and Psych
What: Working on a project
Where:Psych's treehouse
When: Friday Afternoon
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

Solar energy. It was the be all and end all of the promises of tomorrow for the Twin Feathers, and until Psych had come into their tribe it had seemed impossible. Things were different now though, Psych had brought a level of knowledge that no one else within their small tribe had. That was not to say that others in the tribe were not as intelligent as he was, but no one had the practicable science knowledge of that level behind them and without an idea of where to start it was basically as close in hand as someone over the age of 30. Just impossible.

Although Kestral didn't think that she was that helpful in the science behind solar energy, she was helpful in the actual build. She had never fully been into sciences in school, instead she had been the kind of kid that had aced her math courses and her shop classes, the previous of which had gotten her some jabs in the latter.

Today, however, Kestral had decided that she would go over to Psych's and see if he wanted any help. She hoped that she wasn't imposing on him and she also hoped that he didn't think that she was being pushy on the subject. It was her experience that since she and Hawk had taken leadership of the tribe that everyone thought when they saw her that she was checking up on them and there was nothing further from the truth. Kestral was really easy going and generally thought that as long as other's were doing their best than it was fine.

Walking across one of the rope bridges that connected the treehouses, she came to Psych and Echo's and knocked on the frame.

Who: Lily, open to anyone (otherwise narrative)
Where: The woods, near the Twin Feathers' home
When: Mid-morning on Tuesday
Why: A lot of free time leads to wandering


If this were any other day of any other year but for the recent ones, Lily was sure she'd be doing whatever she wanted and probably for absolutely no reason but to just be doing something, but for the past year and a half, she always had something to do, some chore to complete, some errand to run, something to gather, collect, trade, and anything else that she was expected to do, and she never needed to find something time-consuming to fill up her days. But that morning, she was without a schedule, having worked extra the day before and already completing what was necessary that morning. Lily was bored for the first time in over a year.

She found herself wandering aimlessly through the woods, but not going too far from home because she found comfort in knowing that everyone near there was a friend or at least an ally. She'd learned much about trust and who she shouldn't lately, but the faces of the members of her tribe were always safe. She glanced behind herself, but couldn't see any of the tree structures anymore, though she knew she wasn't too far. She picked a direction and stepped forward again, figuring it would be alright to wander a little further. The area she was in wasn't too familiar. She knew the route to the garden and back perfectly in any weather, during any season, but this was almost foreign.

She wandered for a long while, close to half an hour if she had to estimate, and found herself in what looked to be a very small clearing, no more than nine feet across. Against a tree on the far end was a small pile of someone's belongings which seemed to be forgotten long ago. With nothing else to do, Lily moved over to the pile, then kneeled down beside it. She pushed up the sleeves on her sweater and pushed some leaves and branches aside to find what looked like a pack, torn open with its contents spilled out. There were a few books, pages torn and faded from sitting out as long as they had. She figured whoever had left the pack was already long gone, moving on or dead, she didn't know or really care to know.

What caught her attention was a small box that once contained pastels, something she had been without for a long time. Of all the forms of art she had tried in her lifetime, pastel painting had to be her favorite. She would trade in everything she had for a canvas and decent pastel paints. The remains she'd found here, however, were useless but to bring up memories of her family and her life before. She ran her fingers over the torn, damaged box lid, still looking down into the bottom of it where the colors had long since began running together into a dark brown puddle, and the recent rains only made the mess worse.

After kneeling by the trees for a good amount of time, she pushed the branches back over the pile, then stood slowly, brushing off the knees of her pants, though it wouldn't do much for her appearance as she had already been working in the garden that morning and hadn't bothered to wash up yet. She realized, as she walked away from the clearing and back toward the canopy, she hadn't spoken to anyone yet that morning. It felt like before, back home, when her family was still around. Nobody ever bothered her and people often wondered if she could speak at all. That thought alone made her feel more at home out there in the woods, though it really was nothing like it was before.

Who: Wolf and everyone else that’s at the Halloween party
Where: The Trading Post
When: Halloween late afternoon and into the night
Why: The Wolves are hosting a Halloween party to boost morale

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Wolf spent the morning riding along the river in the Mustang’s territory. He often took day-long rides when something was on his mind. This morning that something was the death of a young drifter at the hands of the Mountain Lions. The entire incident had sent such shockwaves through the city that he’d considered cancelling the party. However, after much thought he’d decided to have it anyway. It would be the perfect opportunity for him to make a statement to the Mountain Lions, and the entire community. Of course the Mountain Lions were not invited but he was not stupid enough to believe that at least one of them, or someone working for them, would not be there. That was precisely the reason he was having the party on such neutral grounds to begin with.

He understood the point the Mountain Lions were trying to make by killing the boy. However, he did not agree with the Mountain Lions’ actions. He knew all too well that they could go to extremes, but something so brutal as burning someone alive was still shocking. He had to think of a way of letting them know, subtly, that the Wolves would not stand for such extreme forms of so called ‘justice’, and he had the perfect plan in mind.

In this new world it was every man for himself, whether that man was a tribe member or not. A tribe could be cohesive as humanly possible, but there would still be that underlying drive that brought all the members together in the first place. The selfish drive to stay alive, to do whatever it takes to keep yourself alive and yourself only. Wolf liked to think that he was above that base, animalistic and selfish instinct. Yet, like so many things Wolf tried not to be, even he could not escape that inalienable human-animal instinct.

( Continued )