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Stonehowl’s extensive history recap for all the previous grab bags can be found here: http://www.tawmis.com/stonehowl/stonehowlrecap.html Elements: Hope (however you want to use it) Cat Creation (whether by art, work, Recognition, etc) suggestion/to suggest something Shapechange For Windfetcher, the newly appointed Chieftess of the Stonehowl Holt, she frequently found peace and tranquility near the cliff’s edge that over looked the roaring tides far below. The repetitive sound of the waves crashing against the stone, in their rhythmic nature, helped her pace her own breath with the tide. Her senses took in the sounds, the sights, and the smells of the ocean. “Peaceful up here, isn’t it,” a male voice asked. Windfetcher let out a start and turned to see Buren, the human and mate of Stream, standing there, holding several logs of wood over his shoulder. “You never got to see the Pridewalker mounts – huge cats – but they were deadly quiet – you’re like them,” she pointed to him, and his muscular build. “I didn’t even hear you come up here.” “It’s easy to get lost in the waves,” he smiled. “It’s the only thing I do miss, when I traveled with my father’ traveling the seas – staring out all around you and seeing only ocean. Some people might find fear in that – for me, it was tranquility and peace.” Windfetcher admired Buren’s build; he was muscular, unlike elves. The vest he wore exposed his chest, where Windfetcher could see the scar in the center of his chest, made thanks to Shadow plunging his dagger into Buren’s chest so long ago. (It’s true – look all the way back here: https://fathertreeholt.forumotion.com/t300p30-grab-bag-august-2015 ) “Do you ever wish you could go back?” Windfetcher asked. Though the question had been for Buren, in Windfetcher’s mind, her memories crashed into her soul, like the tides against the cliff sides, to days and nights of an easier life. “No,” Buren replied, much to Windfetcher’s surprise. “The day Shadow pierced my heart with his blade, and Stream healed me… she did not just heal the wound. She mended my heart, more than just physically – she changed me inside. Shaped myself into something new; I was finally, in that moment, reborn and free of my father’s vile clutches.” He paused, “And our love has given birth to a creation that neither of us thought possible – our son, Stonecutter.” As he turned to leave, he looked over his shoulder and smiled, “I do hope you find the peace in you that you seek, Windfetcher. If you’re worried that you’re not a good Chieftess, may I make a suggestion?” “Sure,” she turned to face him, smiling. “Stop worrying,” Buren chuckled. “You’re a great Chieftess.” The waves pounded. The smell of the sea filled her nose. The brisk spray of the ocean touched her face. Windfetcher smiled. Elsewhere… Balgar, father of Buren, slid to the floor, his lifeless corpse lying next to Sherala, the Priestess of Kuraul. A towering human, black hair, black eyes, grinned. “The age of Kuraul is done. Welcome to the age of steel.” (Learn more about Sherala, Kuraul and Balgar way back here: https://fathertreeholt.forumotion.com/t502-october-2015-grab-bag) • Vineweaver (Male Soul Name: Reyk) – Auburn Hair, Blue Eyes (Tree shaper, Soul Mate of Stillbreeze, Plant Shaper) • Stillbreeze (Female Soul Name: Hewl) – Brown Hair, Brown Eyes (Soul Mate of Vineweaver, Tanner) • Echo (Male Soul Name: Ayav) – Brown Hair, Green Eyes (Cub of Stillbreeze & Vineweaver, Magic)- About twenty three years old. • Windfetcher (Female Soul Name: Burm) – Auburn Hair, Brown Eyes (Cub of Stillbreeze & Vineweaver) – About twenty three years old, Chieftess • Snowspring (Female, Soul Name: Tylo – Black Hair, Green Eyes) – Fourteen years old. Daughter of Shadow and Foxhair. • Stream (Female Soul Name: Vree) – Red Hair, Green Eyes (Healer) • Buren (Human, Brown hair, hazel eyes) – About 25 years old in human years • Stonecutter (half elf/half human, son of Stream and Buren – brown hair, green eyes) – About seven years old