09.30.2019 → There has been some exciting changes on CD lately! We've added a new monarchy to the groups of cats on the islands, as well as restructured the boards a bit to allow for some space - thus, redrawing the map! We've also promoted Nifty to Global Mod! There are some auditions open right now for JungleClan Deputy as well as for all of the new Kingdom of Mokuhau high ranks - Artemis
09.12.2019 → Unfortunately Elaedria is stepping down as administrator due to life being too busy to keep up! The site will be going through some restructuring in high ranks as well due to this. Effective immediately, the word count is now 100 minimum. Some more changes will be coming in the future - members have been emailed a survey to help us figure out what to change and how to get better. Thanks for your patience! - Artemis
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Year 55, Scorching Sands 09.05.2019 → The temperatures of the islands are a steady 98° F on land/ high 80s in water. There is almost no breeze, the sun is uncomfortably warm.
Prey during the day is pretty scarce due to the heat, however is quite active after the sun goes down.
Lost in the dense jungles of scattered islands, facing perils unimagined by their ancestors, are three warrior groups - The traditional JungleClan, descendants of the original clans carried aboard a twoleg contraption from their home long ago and breaking new ground on old beliefs. Second, the curious TidalClan, made up of kittypets who chose to abandon their long since passed twoleg civilization ways for those of true felines. Lastly, the mysterious Tribe of Twisted Roots, hidden in the mist from others with their strange ways and a deeper knowledge of the land around them. Together they must learn how to take their fate into their own paws if they wish to survive this land of erupting mountains and roaring waters.
Join our crew and dive into an island-based Warriors roleplay - a twist on the original series by Erin Hunter. We are a semi-literate site with a minimum of 100 words per post.
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Coconuttuft had taken the sunny day to mean a good hunting day. Providing for the clan was important after all, and while hunting was not his strong suit, even after all his years of training, he figured a good effort was better than no effort. He hadn’t been sent out with a patrol, and he didn’t really know where most of his clan mates were. Coconuttuft wasn’t bothered by his lack of information, instead enjoying the quiet as he let his mind wander. [break][break] He knew Tinystar’s veiw of leadership had been quite different, and desite being a few moons older, Coconuttuft supported her none the less. He was proud of her actually, as fearful as he was of branching out of the old ways.He would be supportive of any leader that came to lead the clan in the future, no matter what the plan was. After all, Coconuttuft doubted that Tinystar would actually want to cause any cat serious harm with her new ways.[break][break] The tom’s ears flicked as he heard a rustle in the wild grass, his eyes scanning the field. He spotted a brown shape hidden in the grass. ‘Mouse!,’ he thought, sniffing the air. He crouched low to the ground,and started to make his way towards the prey. Coconuttuft got halfway there,and while he kept his tail low to the ground, he had forgotten to still it, and it had rustled as the grass had gotten taller. [break][break] Coconuttuft saw the mouse lift its head, and scampered away. The tom’s tail drooped in disappointment. It seemed like such an easy catch, even a fledging could have caught it. He started looking around for some more prey, and heard more rustling in the grass.
Having had some of the same notions of how to spend her day as those that called TidalClan their own, Taropetal had left the confusing conflict of feelings she woke up to daily back at camp and threw herself into the too familiar pattern of stalking something other than the endless thoughts that circled in her head like the birds of prey did above. Losing herself in this sea of gently swaying green that at times could stand taller than her tail seemed preferable to staying in the too dark cave they called home and, as the sun swung overhead in its daily path, she decided now had been one of those moments.
Keeping low to the ground and making sure that her pawsteps whispered over long dry stalks without cracking them against each other, the she-cat had been intent on the small rustlings of an unaware rodent...
At least, until the nearby shifting in the grass sea had her attention drawn elsewhere, mouth parted to take in a familiar scent.
Blinking, the fighter forgot about her prey to instead creep closer to the sounds that were more feline in nature, pausing once more as she heard something (the distinct earthy smell of berries and roots that whisked by could only mean mouse) scampering away from the larger beings.
For a moment she considered backing away from the situation as she didn't want to intrude on what could be some level of mortification (perhaps her intrusion had alerted the animal and ruined this fighter's efforts) but, as her careful steps faltered and she felt the grass of last season snap under her paw, it seemed those ancestors above had other plans.
Repressing a sigh, the tabby acknowledged the slip with a bit of a rueful smile and pushed her way into view, face contorting into something more apologetic. "Coconuttuft, I'm sorry," She started, glancing back towards the patch of grass she'd heard his previous quarry head off through before her eyes found the tom once more. "I was trying to be quiet...I didn't know you were going after the mouse too."
Coconuttuft was still mourning his catch when he heard the distinct snap of something stepping on a twig. He looked around and saw a familiar tabby face appearing through the tall grass. He recognized the she-cat as Taropetal, a fellow clanmate of his. He listened to her apology, and Coconuttuft was sure it was no fault of her own. He wasn’t the best at hunting, and it was no secret to everyone. His clumsiness didn’t help him in the precise stealth it took to catch prey. “It’s quite alright.” He mewed,his tail swishing behind him, his expression nonchalant. “I take it you were hunting before the mouse as well?” He queried, tilting his head to the side. He was curious if she had fared better than him.[break][break]He made no move to get closer to the she-cat, as he wasn’t sure if she would want him to approach, or even if she really wanted to talk to him. He very much enjoyed talking to fellow clanmates,and was a good listener as well, at least he thought so. Although Coconuttuft wasn’t one of the best warriors in the clan, he was one of the eldest, and he wasn’t sure what all the young cats thought of their elder clanmates.
The she-cat had the decency to look sheepish at the older fighter's calm acceptance. Even if she hadn't had played a part in the problem, she should have paid enough attention to notice the all too obvious scent of a clanmate. It seemed that her thoughts of the issues she faced had followed her out into the see despite her best efforts. If it was starting to have an impact on her daily life, something had to be done about it soon. How though...That was the true issue. It was difficult to face something when it refused to speak with you.
Shuffling her paws awkwardly as she floundered slightly in search of her next response (though she had the highest respect for her fellow fighter, to say Taropetal had the social skills to hold a conversation with him might be somewhat of a lie), she couldn't deny the relief she felt at Coconuttuft's question. This was definitely something that she could discuss.
Eyes brightening, the she-cat nodded, tail somewhat vaguely waving towards the space behind her. Buried in the soft grass were a couple of lizards, both dull-scaled against the background of greens an blues. Not the prettiest meal or hunt (she hadn't exactly been the most graceful of cats this morning, after all) but sufficient. "Back there. I haven't been out long though," Came her confession, returning to the somewhat distant tone that stained her voice whenever she felt less than confident in a statement. "What about you? Was the mouse your first?" She'd heard tales, of course, but was less inclined to believe what she saw as possibly just mean-spirited rumors. That, and she didn't want to possibly insult the older tom. There was enough conflict in her life with emotions alone without adding offending those more experienced than her to the list.
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Coconuttuft tilted his head as he listened to the tabby she-cat talk. He wasn’t sure what the she-cat thought of him, but paid it no mind. He picked up on her hesitate to talk to him, but he wasn’t sure what exactly caused it. He listened to her answer, and was suddenly aware of the younger she-cats skill and his own inadequacy.[break][break] He was sure his face showed at least a little embarrassment, but he saw no reason to lie to any of his clanmates, and besides, he was better at other things, and other cats did have other talents. That was something he wanted to teach among clanmates, and he was sure no one would have the audacity to actually say anything to his face, which he was fine with. “Yes, it was my first.” He admitted, unsure of where to go from there. He cast his eyes downwards, looking equally as sheepish. He wasn’t quite sure if it would be appropriate for them to hunt together, seeing as they weren’t on any sort of patrol. He also wondered what Taropetal caught, and if it was anything harder than a mouse, or at least, he figured so, but didn’t question out loud. He glanced towards where she pointed her tail, behind her. He briefly wondered if there were any other cats out here besides the two of them, or even if there was any prey left after they were talking. While the grass fields were large, Coconuttuft was sure he was visible to everything around them, his larger frame sticking out more than his smaller counterparts.
The look on the tom's face was enough to have Taropetal's tail lowering slightly from its questioning curl behind her and her paws prickling hot with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to make the other warrior feel bad! It had been a question she figured, with her limited social skills, to be just safe enough for the kind of casual conversation that she was not familiar with. It wasn't often cats engaged with her, especially nowadays. With the way this talk was going, the she-cat had suspicions as to why. Clearing her throat and resisting the urge to shift her weight once more (She was being obvious enough with her discomfort already, Gods help her), she tried to ignore the way his gaze cast to the side after the confession and just gave a cautious nod. "Just a run of bad luck." The words sounded awkward even as they left her mouth, making the she-cat bristle internally. Speaking to others had never been an easy task; her lonely kithood had molded her into somewhat of a loner among her clanmates. Yet now seemed particularly difficult and, with a lack of any easy segway in conversation, simply dug her claws into the option that lay before she and Coconuttuft. "My lizards were small; hardly more than a couple of bites. The mothers will need more than that. Maybe we'll have better luck hunting together? If you'd like?" The offer may have sounded halted, cautious in nature - but genuine if the she-cat's open expression was anything to go by. Though her sheepishness did return momentarily as she looked around at the silent grass sea surrounding them. "Though..maybe further out. I'm not sure anything's left here. We're a little loud." Not that their voices would have needed to carry far at all - the mouse's fear scent alone as it fleed would've driven any sensible prey beneath the ground rather than chance meeting the cause of it.
Coconuttuft flicked his ears as he heard Taropetal meow. He perked up at the invitation to go hunting , and catching lizards seemed pretty impressive to him. The prey may be small, but they sure were fast,or at least faster than him. The tom silently agreed with Taropetal, as he did tend to have better times hunting with other cats, but due to his lack of skill, he didn’t really like embarrassing himself, especially as a senior fighter. However Taropetal didn't seem like the one to make fun.[break][break] Not many in cats in the clan talked with him, his large presence and seniority seemingly intimidating to others, but Coconuttuft thought he was nice enough.He was probably nicer than he should be, letting some cats get away with some tricks here and there, as he enjoyed a good bit of fun as long as all the work was done. He could see the younger she-cat a good heart, or at least he thought she did. After all, why would she still be here, especially after seeing his blunder. He tilted his head as the she-cat admitted their loud presence. “ I would like that,” the tom said, scanning the grassy area. He wasn’t all too sure how farter out, farther out was, but he decided to let the she-cat lead, as she was obviously much better than he was. Coconuttuft didn’t really mind his lack of skill in hunting and fighting, as he was much rather a peacemaker more than anything, avoiding conflict if at all possible. He would try to mimic the she-cats movements, and see if just having another presence there to model his technique off of would help.
"Great!" Perhaps the Gods and their long-lost ancestors were smiling on the pair of them after all. As the older tom agreed to her proposal, the she-cat brightened slightly for a heartbeat. She hadn't been worried he'd turn down the offer; after all, they didn't know each other well at all and it could've easily been awkward after their encounter had ended in lost prey. Yet it seemed he was willing to let bygones be bygones and try anew.
Lifting her nose to the heavens in hopes of catching a scent, the fighter took a deep breath before her eyes narrowed. Prey seemed to be nearby but how close? It was hard to tell in this sea; the grass stood taller than their heads, dying vision an array of greens and yellows and masking both scent and sight alike. It seemed that her initial plan would have to commence if they hoped to get anywhere.
Looking back to the tom and blinking in surprise at Coconuttuft's opening, she hesitated a moment before letting her paws carry them in the opposite direction that the mouse had fled. No use trying to hunt prey there, nor where either of them had been. Only one direction was left to them.
It was only after a couple of heartbeats of silence that Taropetal realized the quiet was drawing out to an almost awkward length. Come on fishbrain, you know how to carry on a conversation! Came the internal self-admonishment before she asked in a hopefully not stilted tone, "How've you been, Coconuttuft?" Though she did not speak with much of the clan, she hadn't been entirely blind to the restless mood many found themselves in under Tinystar's leadership. But as to what the older tom thought on the matter (or how he felt about her ideas) she was unaware. Might as well take the time and try to find out if they were to hunt together.
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Coconuttuft had began following the she-cat and took her long silence as mere concentration, and watched her movements carefully, making sure to note what the younger cat did so he could fare better in his own hunts, and in turn, hopefully could manage to get prey more on his own. He felt a bit like an apprentice in that aspect, but learning from others wasn’t really something he was ashamed of. He enjoyed learning, even if he wasn’t great at that specific skill. He wasn’t going to mimic her, in fear of looking stupid, but he did watch intently. He didn’t really have any thoughts about Tinystar’s leader skills, and he supported her in her new ideas. Although he would be far too fearful to ever pursue a dream of what lies behind the jungle and leaving the relatively safe comfort of his clan , he would be loyal to the clan leader within reason , of course. He knew some of his clanmates didn’t agree with her views but he wasn’t a stranger to politics, if even he stayed out of them most of the time. He wasn’t a fool, and could pick up on alot of unhappiness within the clan, and he was a bit nervous , as he was afraid of another in-clan fight, somehow ending in the worst way possible. His attention was brought to when Taropetal spoke after her break of silence.”How’ve you been?” the she-cat asked. “I’ve been pretty alright, and you?” Coconuttuft wasn’t that much of a conversationalist, but he didn’t want to come off as callous and cold to any of his clanmates. He hoped the she-cat wasn’t annoyed, as he didn’t really know her all that well, and she might have had more things to do than hunt with him, however Coconuttuft figured she would not have offered if she really didn’t want to.
The response distracted Taropetal from her search, though she didn't seem to mind all that much. Another deep breath of air informed her that prey was nearby but not close enough to be disturbed by their voices. Their position would not be betrayed by wind nor their own pawsteps; the motley mix of fowl and rodent was too distant for that worry to manifest. So it seemed the fighter was indeed out of luck when it came to avoiding a conversation out of duty.
Not that she was trying to avoid it - she'd initiated it! But it was not one of the talents she could call her own, and it showed all too clearly in the way she seemed uncomfortable under the fur as she gave a stiff nod. It wasn't until an awkward moment or two later that she realized that wasn't quite an answer to his returned question and, ears burning hot with embarrassment, she gave a slight cough. "I'm..." She hesitated a beat or two. Was she all right? Not truly. Not with how her personal relationships seemed more tangled and snarled than the vines in the jungle, twisting around each other until she was too dizzy to try and claw them apart. But she couldn't lay that all out on a near stranger. "Okay. Been spending most of my time working with Bleakpaw. It's been...interesting." She paused again both in voice and step, glancing around again before curiosity had her working up the nerve to speak again. "I have to admit...I'm a bit lost in his training. He's my first fledgling. I don't want to mess up." Was this appropriate talk for two fighters (who hardly knew each other) out on patrol? Probably not. But Barnacleleap and her were on the outs again, and Kraiteye still refused to be anywhere near her. Maybe the more experienced tom wouldn't mind her venting a few worries.
At least she hoped he wouldn't. Otherwise this would be a very awkward hunt.
Coconuttuft had not been expecting this hunt to turn into a chat session, but he was more than okay with it. He had always enjoyed listening to other cats , even if it had nothing to do with himself or the matter at hand. It seemed like the other fighter had gotten a bit over her shyness, or at least that’s what Coconuttuft thought it was. He wasn’t really sure.[break][break] Or at least that’s what he thought until the other she-cat stiffened up, and nodded at his question, which really wasn’t an answer. Coconuttuft was never one to press though, and he proved right in that decision , as the she-cat soon answered.Coconuttuft had seen Bleakpaw in passing, and thought that the apprentice was alright, if not a bit offstandish. Seeing as Coconuttuft had only one apprentice in his warriorhood, he wasn’t sure if his advice would be any good, but Littleshark wasn't that hard of an apprentice in her own right. He had been glad that he had been able to teach her things other than the skills she was already so adept at, but it had been so late in her training, that Coconuttuft didn’t see how he could be helpful practically in helping Taropetal . Not wanting to disappoint the she-cat, he decided to ask, “What’s Bleakpaw like ?” After all, maybe her describing it out loud would help her figure it out.
For just a few heartbeats, Taropetal found herself cursing her loose tongue. Her confession had been all too loud in her own ears, more so when it bounced into the swaying grass around them. The words had been coated with hesitation and a tinge of embarrassment, and it took everything the fighter had not to flatten her ears after she'd spoken. Emotions had never been the easiest thing for the she-cat to deal with and now, in the ocean of too many at once, she floundered.
It seemed that Coconuttuft's heart was large enough to not take pity on her or bring to attention her possible failings with her first fledgling. If anything he seemed intrigued, questioning about the younger tom under her care. It was enough to have the tabby give a tiny sigh of relief before a thoughtful frown crossed her maw. How exactly could she explain the headstrong tom without seeming too lost or hopeless herself?
"He's confident, but they all seem to be at first. A bit too much - Honestly, I wonder if he even listens to me or thinks I know a single thing about the clan that he hasn't already figured out." She found her words once more, flickering her tail in slight exasperation at the thought of how Bleakpaw had watched her as they took to the borders. That had been impatience flickering in his eyes, something that had the fighter (who could be more patient than the ocean swelling against the rocks for centuries in their attempt to burst through) on edge. "I don't want him to think being hasty is the way to becoming a fighter...it'll only have him running off into danger before he's ready. Any ideas?"
