Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-28634206-20161129122220/@comment-31605619-20161201032517

Bird Song glanced, up, towards her sister, the chief. She slowly scooted across the ground around the fire, towards her older sister. "Whatcha thinking about?" She asked curiously, her face orange and yellow in the firelight, as she looked down concentrated, at the basket she was weaving. She had always had an affinity for things like basket-weaving and foraging- things more peaceful than hunting and fighting.

Leaping Hare trotted through his tribe's camp, dragging behind him, a long, pale stick that he had scraped all of the bark off, and seemed to take everywhere with him. He was, as usual, looking for his older siblings, probably to bother them. He saw Bucking Ram near Rustling Bush's tent, and broke into a run towards him when his brother looked awaye. He had, rather messily, managed to paint his face red with some berries he had found. The ten-year-old leapt onto his brother's back, grabbing him as if he was about to climb a tree, and scrambled nimbly up his back so he was sitting on his brother's shoulders. "Hi Bucking Ram!"

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Tall Pine stood, his brother following his example, and the two continued their hunt. They'd be shamed if they returned empty-handed.