five years, +1 dice to hunt rolls
On the brink of dusk, juliette called forth anyone who was near to have a little hunting party. it had been a little while since she had heard anyone call for a hunt and given there continuously lowering pride caches, hunts were a necessity and what better way to get to know your pride than calling them together for an event of sorts? It might not be a highly coveted social event but it was one where teamwork was tested and it made it easier for Juliette to see who of the pride were willing to put forth their best efforts.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 4 + 16 + 9 + 11

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six years, no perks

It was a now familiar voice that called for a hunt, one belonging to a woman he was well used to seeing at such events. Though she held a different title now, some things never changed, it seemed. It was good that their newly crowned sovereign was still willing to take care of such things. Perhaps it was even more so her duty now, he supposed as he made his way through the twists and turns of the tunnels until the woman's pale striped pelt came into view. He was bold enough to approach, brushing his shoulder against hers as he joined her. If nothing else, he was grateful she had chosen dusk to gather them, because he was perhaps better at hunting during the twilight hours.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 12 + 11 + 15 + 10

art by era, code by corvus

seven years, no perks

If there was one benefit to lounging around most of the day and doing as little as possible, it was that he was still awake when the call went out and so he didn't have any problem answering it, tempting as it was to just pretend he hadn't heard it at all. That wasn't how a good pride member should behave, though, and so he forced his paws to turn from their trek back to his den and instead head towards the woman who had called, one he was now expected to obey. He was used to taking orders from the ladies thanks to all the time he'd spent with the Savante, all the women of which he had a great deal of respect for (and perhaps some healthy fear of depending on who you were talking about). So it wasn't because it was Juliette that was calling that had him mildly cranky, but that he had to put in effort at all. Ah well, such was life.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 12 + 18 + 9 + 13

1 year | pathfinder level 3: +1

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

he knows their caches dip lower and lower with each passing day. children are ferociously hungry little things and lucky for the hollows, they had a whopping nine little ones scampering around all day and all night. karsa doesn't mind their cherubic bodies and echoing questions but the constant work that seemed to go into keeping them alive and well fed - that was another question entirely. it's dusk when @Juliette's call reaches his ears and the yearling's head perks up from where he had been lying half-asleep in what had once been a warm patch of sunlight. with a great yawn, the boy pulls himself to his feet and starts off towards the noise, coming up on the slowly gathering group after a couple minutes and making a beeline for @Angelo. "hi, papa." karsa greets quietly, attempting to headbutt the larger man in the shoulder which had once been an entirely impossible task. with that and a quick smile shot at the other two participants, he hunkers down in position, preparing to shoot out towards their prey as soon as the time was right.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 20 + 15 + 18 + 12

coding by daanyen | art by nevvvia

one year, no bonus
where one young savante sees the power and potential of a hunt, today's antics were supposed to be one of great unpower. the sort of resting spirit that he was prone to doing in the late afternoon when the sun was beginning to set. it was when he didn't have to squint so hard when the sun was in his eyes and for some reason, the sun's rays felt twice as inviting. warming his dark strawberry pelt and keeping his growing mane flowing with the gentle rest of wind. only when he was called to the hunt did he let out a very long sigh and took a few extra moments before his eyes flickered open. with a yawn and a front-body stretch, he began lumbering towards the gathering. nestling himself close to @Karsa and @Angelo, greeting them each with a gentle cheek-to-cheek rub if they would let him before his gaze set to their newest leader.

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 13 + 18 + 4 + 2

+5 - Sunbathe or take a nap
+5 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

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4 years , no bonuses The day was ending and with it Constantine was coming back from a hunt he had done outside of the pride lands. Between his jaws a freshly killed young zebra was being held. He wasn't that happy he hasn't been able to catch anything bigger but hopefully tomorrow he would had better luck. He arrived to the food caches and softly placed it into the pile, making sure everything was alright. But then he head a call for yet another hunt. But even though he had just came from one, as the newest lead hunter he couldn't just ignore that. Nodding he went and arrived just in time to help out. He did his best to be quiet and not risk scaring any potential prey off. Hunt luck: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 8 +5 Make a successful kill for food not using the hunt system +5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

ART AND CODE BY SHAZ

4 years - Ranger level 5. Specialized in Elephant calf The soft evening's breeze traveled through hue walls that made up the hollows landscape. One she had grown very fond of and there was no way she could want to be anywhere else. Even if depe inside she always had an special place for the Mire where she lived for the first years of her life. And she wondered if her mother and father were alright. She hopped she did, she hopped they were doing alright. With that signature smile of hers she walked around wanting to go somewhere. Yet her direction was changed upon hearing a hunt was on the tracks. Happily she rushed into it finding plenty of pride mates already lined up for it. And so she joined and waited. Hunt luck: Rolling 6d20: 13 + 16 + 12 + 1 + 9 + 10

Art by Yumpy - Code by Shaz

8 years | no perks

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Just as the sun descended and dusk began creeping in a call went out signaling a hunt. A little smile twitched onto his lips as Reti stood and took a nice stretch, sharpening his claws on the stone floor of his den for a moment before slipping out and down the twist of tunnels until emerging into the open.

After just a short time Reti arrived where others were gathered. Taking a moment he offered a slight, light nod to his pridemates - most strangers still, but perhaps not for much longer.

It had been quite some time since he hunted with other lions andit felt a bid odd to stand with others. But he could not deny a faint but growing spark of anticipation. The thrill of a hunt was impossible to deny. And while he was a member of a pride, he would used the skills he possessed to benefit the whole.
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Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 7 + 8 + 10 + 6

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Barbarian -
+5 Maintain your weapons
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by corvus

5 yrs | no bonus

The call comes forth, and Valerian rouses from well-earned rest. He’d been on patrol til the early hours of the dawn that morning previous, and had slept away the day in the pleasant dark of the tunnels, curled into furs.

He rises quickly on Juliette’s call though, shaking out his dark pelt of dust and padding through the tunnels to find the gathering group of kin and allies alike.

Valerian pads up amongst them, offering a rumble of greeting, checking how everyone seemed to be - and when they seemed to be well, turned his sage eyes patiently upon Juliette. The sovereign had called the hunt after all - he was content to follow her lead.

Hunt Luck Roll: 

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 1 + 14 + 17 + 4 + 19

art © rabbit | code © hinter

I am every dream
you lost and never found

7 years
+1
+1
The voice of Juliette rings out clearly and Alexander is, at first, slow to rise. As of late his favorite place to lounge was atop the mountain amongst the various flowers and herbs growing there. It was the closest he felt to the Mother despite being higher above the surface of the Earth. He makes his way down, paws heavy but steady in pace. Before long, the beast arrives and settles to sit, a smile offered to everyone present - faces he recognizes, all but one. @Reti ♔ is offered a dip of his in greeting, a reminder made in the back of his head to seek the other out sooner rather than later. Blue eyes turn to face @Juliette then, a look of admiration reflecting there on his facade. He'd await her first orders as well.

Hunt Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 10 + 4 + 17 + 14