Marianne | Female | 5 Years | Panmennt [Camp] | Panmennt | Broodmother

Marianne grunted unamused in a reply to the teenagers' words. She moved her head towards him, directly looking at his eyes. "We will wait until Ase, the brown warrior from earlier, is ready. And we'll ask permission to the leader to enter. I'd suggest staying silent and ignoring the rest of the people here." She said in a stern voice. Something, was taking care of naive young cubs & kittens, but something entirely different was taking care of adolescents that are in between being a whimpy child and an adult.
She sighed and put a paw inside the entrance. Raising her tail, she signalled the loners not to enter. The broodmother shoved her snout deeper into the darkness of the cave.
"...Sir?"

Ase • Female • 4 Years • Panmennt [Territory] • Panmennt • Warrior

Ase looked back at the loner, blinking as she registered the question in her mind "Well, that's a simple thing to answer." focusing on the stream, Ase put all her thought on the question "I am taking you back to our camp...The other loner will be joining you though, so don't feel afraid. We just have a few questions to ask you and then you'll be free to leave if you'd like." her tail flicked restlessly as she followed the river back to where they came, her gaze traveling along the small current beside her.
When the two reached the place of encounter, Ase was surprised to see that her comrade had disappeared, along with the other loner. Ase sighed and shook her head "It seems that they headed back to the camp...I guess we'll head there now too." looking back at Tenshi, Ase blinked "Make sure to not get lost and keep close. The forest can mess you up if you don't know the territory like I.". Taking off at a steady trot, Ase did not slow her pace, the loner would follow her, and if she didn't, Ase would just have to get her back again.


Bjornolf • Male • 16 Years and 4 months • Panmennt [Camp] • Panmennt • Elder

Rising to his paws, the elder sat silently in the dark empty den, his coat slightly blending in with his surroundings. Lifting his gaze from the ground, the Caliphur's nose twitched suspiciously, the smell of a loner drawing him out of his hiding hole. Poking his large head out of the den, Bjornolf sniffed the air once again, his eye's darting from one side of the camp to another until they rested upon the one loner who sat in the middle of the camp quietly, too busy cleaning his rough looking pelt. Blinking, the elder snorted silently before turning around and disappearing back into his den, none of the events outside being of his interest.
Sitting on his haunches, Bjornolf began to slowly groom his speckled brownish gray coat, starting with his shoulders and moving down his sides, ending on his feathery tail which brushed slowly across the ground. Lifting his head from his grooming session, the Caliphurs fluffy ears propped up against his head. The world outside was loud and bright, though, in the elder's den, it was dark and quiet, just how he liked it. Bjornolf didn't know what to do, though, maybe he would just wait here till more interesting events occured.

Ase • Female • 4 Years • Panmennt [Territory] • Panmennt • Warrior

She looked back at the loner, a light chuckle escaping her lips before she looked up "Well, you get used to the area you live in if you spend most of your time exploring. Due to my rank, I have a lot of time to look around, so I know this territory like I know my ego." laughing a bit at herself, Ase looked back at Tenshi, her tail slightly waving in the air "We usually will eat mice, rabbit, or anything the forest will provide us. Sometimes we even hunt bigger animals if we are in a large group. Though that is sometimes." slowing her pace, Ase came beside the loner, keeping her head held high as they neared the camp.

Ase • Female • 4 Years • Panmennt [Camp] • Panmennt • Warrior

Coming through the archway that led into the camp, Ase looked over to Tenshi, then around at the camp "Our group is called Panmennt. I believe it's the only group out here so far, though, I could be wrong of that...There is still half of the island we haven't searched." stopping, she waited for the loner to catch up after being spooked by the spider, Ase would chuckle a bit "I don't know how long it took to make the camp....It's probably a few years older than our current elder." sitting on her haunches, Ase waited for Marianne to come for them. She didn't know what to do now, so, she would leave it for the older Caliphur.

Marianne | Female | 5 Years | Panmennt [Camp] | Panmennt | Broodmother

Upon having no answer, Marianne hesitated for a moment. She looked back at the loner besides her, and as Ase and the other loner arrived in the distance. Maybe the old leader was sleeping. She pondered if it was really urgent, maybe she should just...
No. She had to tell the leader what was happening and why were some loners on the territory. After quietly telling Nyxian not to come in until she told him to, the female took some delicate steps inside as to not to disturb the old caliphur incase he was inside and raised her head with a completely serious, focused face.
Which fell into horror when the scene before her eyes displayed an almost lethal sight- The leader was lying on his side. His old, scrawny sides were not moving up and down. He was not breathing. Both eyes were open, but they looked blank, They weren't looking at anywhere, and they had a dull aspect. His mouth was open just mere centimeters, but from it came a diminute trail of blood. Splashes of gore bedecked the hard sandstone under his snout, a perfect example of an undesirable spectacle.
For the first time on her life had Marianne been left with both her mouth & eyes open wide. Her jaws dropped almost automatically and the blood on her veins turned cold on her, against her will. Her tail tuft bristled almost instantly.
Letting out a dreadful scream, she called in panic for help as she turned around and ran through the entrance to the leader's den, pushing away the moss with impetus and disregard for some of the hanging flora that was there. She felt breathless.
"BJORNOLF, BJORNOLF! COME QUICK, COME QUICK! IT'S THE LEADER!

Ase • Female • 4 Years • Panmennt [Camp] • Panmennt • Warrior

Ase smiled at Tenshi, about to answer her question before a scream rang throughout the clearing. Jumping to her paws, Ase watched as Marianne rushed out of the leader's den, her eye's and mouth opened wide in terror as she frantically called for the only elder in the camp. Moving quickly, Ase brushed past Marianne, forcing her way into the leader's den. It wasn't hard to notice why Marianne was in so much distress and in need of help. On the floor lied the only leader the Panmennt camp had, blood trickling out of his mouth which lay was wide open. Ase stood there for a moment, completely petrified of the scene before her, the Caliphurs mouth opening to mouth the two words that came to her mind "Oh god....".


Bjornolf • Male • 16 Years and 4 months • Panmennt [Camp] • Panmennt • Elder

Jumping to his paws, the elder Caliphur rushed out of his den, his head poking out of the entry way as his gaze looked for the source of the yelling and screaming. When his eye's rested on Marianne, Bjornolf could see the petrified look in her eye's. Springing to action, the elder rushed out of his den, tail slightly bristling due to fear of what he would see inside the den that had caused such panic from the female Caliphur. Rushing past her, he entered the den, slightly shocked at the view he had of the body. Coming up beside Ase, one of the warriors, Bjornolf lowered his head and listened closely, though, it was clear that the leader had died due to something normal. Lifting his head, he looked at Ase, who looked at him with hope, though, he slowly shook his head, sadness clouding his dark yellow eyes. Exiting the den, Bjornolf left Ase alone to grief, knowing that she wouldn't be the only one to say goodbye to the old leader. Raising his head, the elder looked over the camp, the whole area going quiet "Sadly, our leader has passed due to old age...We shall give him a proper burial..." speaking with his loud and commanding voice, the Caliphur stepped aside, allowing others to enter and go say goodbye to their leader.

Marianne | Female | 5 Years | Panmennt [Camp] | Panmennt | Broodmother

Marianne trembled. The leader was gone. He was really dead.
She suddenly realized, there was nobody left in charge by the old male. In the 10 years he had been the leader, he never thought about a heir. Maybe he thought he would decide when he was getting old... But then something came to him too fast.
This left the group, defenseless.
The broodmother stared blankly at the den, and then at Bjornolf. She was in shock. Someone had to decide who was the new leader, but barely anyone would. It was lots of responsabilities, and you were the direct face of what represented us. Pick the wrong caliphur, and the bases of our society would fall apart, torn up between old and new traditions.
She crouched towards the old leader and sat beneath him. Although Caliphurs could not cry, she would have let on a tear or two. She mumbled for a while, of which barely a phrase could be heard. It was the last one.
"Please guide us through whatever path you have set for us, as now we lack the shepherd of the herd. May you have mercy."
She turned around, and quietly left the den.

And so, the next day began...


The Panmennt group felt hurt and abandoned, but they had to move on, or otherwise, they would be beaten down by the cruel hands of nature, marking the extinction of the only Caliphur group on the island.
After saying their goodbyes, the Penmannt members prepared for their leaders' burial. Confused, and lost. There was nobody to look up to now, and if nobody was picked out soon, the situation could turn to mayhem, quickly. For now, everyone collaborated on what they had to do, hearing eachothers' opinions.
As the sun rose above the tallest mountain peak, Panmennt members stood close to the old leaders' grave and prayed, but once the burial was finished, they all left, walking back to camp, not looking back. It was not worth it to spill tears for something that can't be fixed anymore.