"Alrighty, I've got a brand new training idea I'd like to try!" Stride cheerfully told his to-be, who nodded in agreement. "Sounds great!" Prance meowed in reply, the young cat's rounded ears perked and alert. "What're we doing this time?"

A few tail-lengths over, Horizon sighed to herself. Stride's new "ideas" seemed to always interfere with her to-be's training, something which she did not particularly appreciate. His antics took up valuable time that all the cats could be spending doing actual work. And speaking of actual work, the cheetah mused, turning her attention back to Roll, My own apprentice needs to get more done. "Go for a sprint around the training clearing, you need to work on your acceleration before you start going after large prey." Horizon ordered Roll, who nodded quickly in response. "Got it, Horizon!" The young male squeaked, before racing off into the grasses that surrounded the training clearing.

As Horizon had Roll set off on another run, Flight called over to Stride, kindly meowing, "I'm sure your new idea will work wonderfully. Prance is improving every day." The younger cat nodded eagerly, gesturing with his tail to the grasses beyond the clearing. "We're going to go find a termite mound, and then you can practice pouncing on it!" Stride meowed cheerfully to his to-be, as he and Prance padded off to the east.

Rumble had a sympathetic look on his face, as the he watched the two other males walk away. Having termites under ones paws was not an enjoyable experience, though he supposed that Stride knew what he was doing. "Climb and I are going to take our leave as well," He announced, dipping his head to Flight and Horizon. As he did so, the tom felt that familiar flutter in his chest that appeared whenever he interacted with Flight. It caused a soft smile to curl across his muzzle, as he too turned into the grasses with his to-be. Padding next to the taller tom, Climb didn't look back at his sister or brother, his determined gaze set on the grass before him.

That left the three females together. Next to Horizon and Flight, Fall was almost as large as them, despite her young age. Fall scuffed her paws in the dirt, not glancing up at the two older females as they began to speak.

"Flight, please don't leave until Roll gets back, he should have been here by now." Horizon fretted, rising to her paws with a hint of urgency in her voice. Flight merely smiled ruefully, pointing out, "Knowing Roll, if he isn't back by now, he ran straight to camp to go listen to Thunder's stories again."

"Great spirits," The young cat cursed, "I'll go get him." Horizon burst off into a run, her strong legs propelling her through the grasses with almost supernatural speed, something all cheetahs possessed. Despite the disappointing need for this sprint, Horizon couldn't help but grin as she rushed through the grasses. There was no better feeling than running for a cheetah. Which was why the first task for any to-be was to get their endurance up, which normally meant entire days spent running, with frequent breaks for food. After all, sprinting did leave one exhausted.

Horizon began slowing down as the two baobabs that marked their camp came into view, her speed so lessened that by the time she reached the massive trees her pace was a leisurely trot. At the base of the trees, there stood Lunge and Rustle, guarding the camp. The two mates could not have been more different. The alert and posed Lunge greeted Horizon with a sharp nod, while Rustle merely grinned at the young prey-hunter, his posture much more relaxed than his mate's.

Horizon slipped into camp without much of an entrance, she really just wanted to grab Roll and then get out of here. She made it to the elder's den without difficulty.

"Wow!" Roll meowed, his bright eyes wide as Thunder chuckled. "And that's the story of the cat who founded our tribe, the escaped cheetah Eiznekcam. She came from a place much like the one Leap was brought to, you should ask her about it some time."

Roll nodded eagerly, "I will!" The young cat promised, his tone bright. "I should probably head back to Horizon now, she'll be wondering where-"

Horizon cut him off, stepping forward to meow an undoubtedly scathing remark about the use of stories versus the use of speed, when the she-cat stepped on the sleeping Bellow's tail.

The grumpy elder's yowl was enough to shake the entire camp, and had everyone currently in camp come rushing to the elders' den- which honestly wasn't many cats, only five. Horizon suppressed a groan when she spotted Path, the Tribe's Kiongozi step forward. Their Kiongozi was known for being a merciful and kind cat, though since this involved her grandkit's training, Horizon was not sure what to expect.

"Horizon, get your paw off my tail!" Bellow hissed, and Horizon quickly jumped to the side, as if Bellow's fur was crawling with stinging termites.

"I'm sorry for disturbing the peace," Horizon quickly meowed to her Kiongozi, bowing her head low. From behind her, Bellow muttered several obscenities, causing Thunder to clap his paws over Roll's ears.

Path smiled softly, craning her neck to see around the young prey-hunter. "Don't worry about it, just make sure Roll doesn't skip his training again." The old cat meowed, a hint of amusement prevalent in her voice. "But you'll have to assist Roll with to-be duties later, to make it up to Bellow."

Horizon nodded quickly, replying, "Of course, Path. Roll and I will head back to the training clearing now." Roll sheepishly batted Thunder's paws off him, before leaving camp with Horizon.

Path chuckled as she watched the uptight cat leave. Horizon had passion, but she had no capacity for relaxation. The Kiongozi noted that she would have to make Horizon take a day off soon, perhaps during which she could take her grandkit training. A slight purr echoed from the old cat's mouth.

With that settled, Rustle and Lunge returned to their posts. Gaze and Leap, the only other cats left in camp, returned to sunbathing until the other patrols came back out. Leap grumbled slightly to herself, as she attempted to settle herself in such a way that her collar would not be a nuisance. Gaze tugged at it, so the strange protuberance extending from it was facing the sky, and would not bother Leap that much.

Far away on the other side of the territory, the rest of the adult cheetahs had split up into equal hunting and patrolling groups. They all met together at a predetermined point, and then started heading back to camp. At the front of the group was Streak, who did not bother to help the others drag their prey back to camp. Behind him, Float, Gust, and Chase had all grabbed different parts of the scraggly wildebeest, and were dragging it back with some difficulty. Dropping back was Ripple, his face turned to the side so he wouldn't pay attention to the blood trickling out of everyone's jaws.

The day was uneventful, with everyone moving about the grasslands as normal. However, deep within their ranks, there laid two cats with dissent, two cats who had a plan to make it so they would never be caught, when their killing spree began.

Path woke Streak early in the morning, before the sun rose. She intended to speak with her son about his flagrant ways, and perhaps encourage him to be a better father for his son. It was a talk that was long-coming, and Path was not looking forward to it. However, they should be back before the rest of the Tribe woke up. Without much protest other than grumbling about the early hour, Streak did as he was told by his mother, and rose to his paws.

The pair of them trotted through the territory together, Path refusing to speak to Streak until they had gone a far distance from camp. Path was about to open her mouth to explain why they were out, when two attackers leaped from the grasses, and slammed the pair's heads to the ground. Path and Stream were barely able to see what they looked like.

"Grab Path's scruff, lets get moving." One murderer ordered, snagging Streak and beginning to drag him in the proper direction. Her partner obeyed.

The thundering of hooves began echoing in the sleeping pair's ears, though they did not realize it. They were still out cold, not registering when the murderers caused a herd to stampede right over their bodies.

Path died almost instantly, a hoof slamming into her neck sending her straight to the Tribe of Endless Hunting. As she died, she let out a loud shriek in Streak's ear, causing the woozy male to slightly become aware of his surroundings. He curled up into a ball, trying to make himself as small as a target as possible, though still sustained many wounds, enough that his once-glorious pelt was riddled with red.

After the herd had been riled up and sent their victims' way, the two murderers returned to their nests as if nothing had happened.

However, across the grasslands, the
Tazama's apprentice had spotted the dust clouds kicked up by the herd. They paid no attention to it at first, instead continuing to collect herbs to surprise their mentor, but when a yowl of pain echoed across the territory, they bolted towards it. A cat was in pain, and they needed to help.

The apprentice arrived far too late for Path, but was able to quickly put on some poultices on Streak to stop the bleeding and fight off infection. Then, as sounds of something moving in the grasses became apparent, the apprentice became filled with fear and darted off.

A rabbit hopped into the clearing, and seeing the carnage, also darted away.

The sun was about a quarter of the way across the sky when Streak finally awoke. He quickly deduced he had been saved by their Tazama's apprentice, though in his addled state could not quite recall who it was. However, he could recall a detail from the cat who had grabbed him. He would need to tell the Tribe.

Wincing with pain, the male rose to his paws and grabbed his mother's scruff. The rest of the Tribe needed to know what happened.

Understandably, Streak's news about almost being killed caused the Tribe to go into an uproar. "Everyone, shut up!" The male growled, "I was able to tell that the murderer that grabbed me was a female. We need to figure out who would betray us."

With this new information, the Tribe fell silent. How could one of their family be traitors? No one wanted to accept that.

Finally, Gust spoke up. "I believe it's Leap and Roll." The voting began.

Murdered: Path, Streak
Healed: Streak
Accused: Leap, Roll
Revealed: Path (leader)
Revived: No one
Murderers Left: 2