2 years, no bonus

Distantly, thunder rumbled in the horizon, promising autumn storms, to stir the land into a sure frenzy- as everyone sought cover from the winds and onslaught of rain. Eisa pulled herself into a loose easy trot across the fields, studying the scents in the air as she moved to find a high place to watch the herds that migrated. When she found a good place, she crouched down, and breathed out a soft chuff to call anyone near as she eyed the beasts. It was time, and surely anyone would need food and perhaps the moment of companionship. Or, at least she hoped.

Hunt Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 12 + 11 + 1 + 19

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

7 years, no bonus

As her pregnancy began to creep over its halfway point, there was no denying just how ravenous it had made the colossal woman. She'd been more of a grazer most of her life, but growing children had thrown that out the window. Nearly permanently hungry, she just so happened to be in the vicinity of @Eisa's soft call, and without a second thought the cleric swept herself into motion. She slows as she nears the younger lioness, dipping her head politely as she settles into formation herself, poised and at the ready for anything that could fall into their paws -- and provide a midday snack before she got the hangries.

Hunt Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 17 + 11 + 10 + 9 + 14

code to ivy

the sound of a distant storm is enough to prompt imogen to begin packing up her gathered herbs for the day. the tang of medicine stings the roof of her mouth as she collects her goods, ready to head off in the direction of her shelter for the evening, until she hears a call to hunt nearby. torn between storing her herbs and taking the advantage of assistance in hunting a meal, imogen takes her harvest within her jaws and pads in the direction. as she goes, she notices yet another swath of moss clinging to a stone and scrapes it away to keep not too far off from the two lioness' ahead. "hello," she announces herself with a beat, placing her herbs and moss down on the stone to collect it after she's filled her belly.

it doesn't take her long to spot the herd of animals moving through the lush gardens and she hunkers down to wait, murmuring silently under her breath her wish for their success.


double exp
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 Collect herbs

3 years | no perks
Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 2 + 18 + 20 + 13

CODE BY JAVS

4 yr, no bonus
(1/2) +10 Study the landscape of an area (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Practice hiding your scent (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
The darkening, cloudy sky accompanied with distant thunder told Arkyn it was time to head back to the peaks. He'd make it no further than the gardens whenever he heard the chuff of another, seeming to call out for others to join in on a hunt. The Viking was never one to turn down a meal whenever help was involved, so with a low grunt to himself he would begin to move in the direction it had come from. Yellow eyes study his surroundings, noting the flowers and bushes that would work well to hide his scent, as well as gnarled roots sticking out from the ground and the thickly covered trees.

He stops to give himself enough time to brush all along the bushes and flowers, giving himself more of an airy and floral aroma than his masculine musk. It wasn't his most favorable scent, but it was one that would help disguise his own smell. Arkyn then continues on, coming to a stop once stopping the others, body readying itself for the hunt that was about to take place.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 1 + 4 + 19 + 14

_{BG — ART — CODE}

Age: 4 Bonus: Nope

+10 (5x2) Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system
+10 (5x2) Study the landscape of an area
+10 (5x2) Refuse to help another character

Wind drove from sea to sea and the grass bent their stalks and dead brush rattled and soft, decaying leaves flopped all around. Mixed with the dirt, it was like dead flowers in a burial loam. A storm growled in the distance while all the sky was grey and the sun was dying or already dead. She would see how quickly night fell, how the shadows lengthened; when she lost track of time, when the hunt was underway, would she emerge and find it was already night?

An organic chuff hiccupped through the wheezing breeze. Toblerone perked her ears and considered, weighing the emptiness of her stomach against the surety of being caught in a downpour. The need to socialize won out. Plus that one lady, with the mane? she had already spotted something. That was nice. And another lioness @Imogen, who Toblerone spotted as she patted a bunch of herbs down... interesting. Would those be left underattended? Hmmmmmm!

Toblerone's yellow eyes were definitely thinking of something else while she steered her large paws toward the group as though nothing was amiss. Making sure to stay toward the back of them all. Nobody would notice if she just... didn't help? Hunting for charity was so boring, but maybe someone in the Mire would reward her for bringing herbs back.

Hunt luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 8 + 20 + 10 + 13

two years, no bonus
Truth was, she was only there for @Eisa. Supporting her sister in her hunt and making sure that everything went accordingly. Not that she felt she could do anything if it didn't but no one did support like she did. As she glued herself to her red sister's side, her eyes moved over a black and white lioness that smelled familiar. Not personally, but the scent that she bore as though it had been at the Summit at some point whilst she had been staying there covertly. A scent that she had no affiliation with but knew it was friendly with her grandmothers and that was enough to suggest that there was no threat.

The only one that felt of any consequence was a very distinct Mire smell but even then, she didn't feel anything for them either other than wary. The only lion that she truly felt any fear or anger towards was Aeistrios who had done so much damage to her family that she couldn't even think it all in one given second. With the thought it made her inch a bit closer to Eisa, almost desperate for this hunt to begin so that they could go somewhere a little less crowded.

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 12 + 19 + 8 + 6 + 13

+10 - Observe and study a new scent
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Art by Drifty | Table code by Zodiac

3 yr, Level 2 Pathfinder: +1 dice to hunt rolls, Level 3 Ranger: -1 dodge roll for prey
(1/2) +20 Join another Ranger’s group hunt (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (double xp event)
(1/2) +10 or +20 Take down easy, medium, hard or extra hard prey (dice-roll) (double xp event)

Leilani is traveling toward a cave she had been staying in as of late when the storm began. While being one who didn't mind getting wet, it wasn't her first choice to stay out in the rain for longer than she needed to. But the tantalizing smell of a possible meal - and the scents of others that seemed to be gathering for a hunt - is what catches her attention. The huntress is silent on her paws as she slips swiftly across gnarled roots and fallen branches, making sure she didn't get tripped up as she arrived; how embarrassing would what have been. Pink eyes settle on the group as she makes it, her body moving into its usual hunting stance as she awaits for their prey to come into view.

luck

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 18 + 15 + 10 + 6

ART BY CAT, CODE BY LARS, MODIFIED BY GUNNER
*DO NOT USE WITHOUT PERMISSION!!*

Rhaenys is the next to take her place among the group, her forget-me-not eyes scanning the assembled lions. She could not place any of their faces (she had heard that in her absence, a few old friends and acquaintances had since passed, so the strangerhood was not unfathomable) so as her gaze grazed over each of the younger felines, she nodded a subtle greeting.

It was an admirable collection of youngsters, no doubt, including a particularly plump mother-to-be. Rhaenys felt a small smile grace her features, a bit unbidden but no unexpected. The thought of new cubs around always made her feel a little lighter. Hopefully this would be a good haul, then, since one of their group would be eating for multiples.

9 years / no bonus
hunt luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 13 + 1 + 12 + 8

+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

_{art by spu —code by daanyan}

3 years // no bonus

+10 Exercise to gain endurance (excluding spars)
+10 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

Back to the grind of training. Hero didn't want to be a tag along his entire life. He wanted to make something of himself. What that 'something' was, though, he wasn't sure. Did he want to follow in the footsteps of his ancestors and try to take over a pride? Honestly, who knows. Depending on how one found themselves in a position of leadership could create more problems than solutions. And there would always be someone to come along interested in taking it for themselves. Hero could just as easily serve beneath someone he respected, but was there really a place for him in the Summit? They already seemed to have all the ranked lions they needed. Still, it didn't stop the young man from training as he took a jog through gardens.

With the summer heat dying off, it wasn't as brutal an endeavor to train longer distances. Should the Hodari ever have reason to fight, he knew stamina could be just as crucial as strength. An ear flicked towards the rumble of distance thunder, leading the male to wonder if his exercise might get cut short, only to then hear the soft chuffing of someone calling a hunt nearby. Weighing his options, Hero decided he could finish off his routine with whatever physical exertion came along with participating in a hunt as he diverted his path closer. If anything, he'd worked up an appetite, at least.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 16 + 12 + 9 + 8 + 18

tb | stk | dv

4 yrs | no bonus

Thunder made Tilly move with her head low, wary eyes on the stormy clouds above. She was not necessarily frightened of the noise, but how difficult it was to expect always made her feel on edge. She studies the dark formations, trying to predict where the next flash of light and peal of deep sky bound sound would appear from.

A soft chuff is a welcome distraction, and Tilly realises how close she has wandered to a group of gathering hunters. A meal felt rightly welcome, and she muses over the fact she couldn’t remember if she had eaten before leaving that morning. All would be well though. With any luck, they would soon be filling their bellies.

Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 8 + 18 + 4 + 17 + 19