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
WEATHER
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.
Faint, drowsing breaths alluded a slumbering state—nodded off a moment unspent after the hot-bleached sun sank below an oceanic curve. Schism-like shadows caged a chamber bored into mountain and tree roots, sequestered charcoal fur in cool and tranquility. Spindly tail wrapped delicately across a sleek expanse of sugarcane-long legs, body propped on a tiny perch in a quaint, slate cave. Heavy eyelids closed, appeared lost in transient dreams and catnap, though truthfully oscillating in concentration. Anispine took a nap, but just awoke. His left ear laid flat on the ground, an inquisitive frown notched on his face. Yet to be restless—an all too common condition—he remained on his plateaued bed, ready to jolt to his feet given a newcomer to his den. But his mind mused, instead; the scent of aloe flesh, his paws soaked in honey, a working bee’s proboscis slurping prickly poppy, the tart of lime. Jumbled, at first, he tried organizing his thoughts into a curriculum, something valuable to share to his new apprentice Skinkpaw or even his friend Lightningclaw. He wondered whether the young she-cat had stuck around their den, though the silence answered his question. He tentatively wondered what Lightningclaw was doing; the flash of brilliant red tabby and white flooded his head, a fluttering stomach as evidence, and he pushed the thought away.
He grumbled, his eyelids cracking open but unbranded by any harsh light; the night sky hungrily swallowed the jungle trees and the mouth of the cave. Distant chatter reached his ears, a low hum louder than late-night bird melodies, cricket cries, or enthusiastic bellows of tireless kits. The second-to-last patrol must have arrived, Anispine guessed. Not too late, but a waning day nevertheless. A nap out the way, he might sleep until much later into the night. He cursed his ancestors; he dozed off, unexpectedly. A chilly day among many humid-warm days lulled him to sleep, like an opium poppy. His project, phantasms in his sleep, of dicing aloe laid forgotten across from his cocked head. He grumbled again, finally stirring and resting on his haunches, a yawn yanked out his maw. Anispine promised himself a quick snooze, but closing his eyes proved fatal.
A platinum figure entered his periphery, and he glanced toward it. How long had it been there? Mortification swirled in his chest, a sheepish huff as he realized the figure to be a cat—Orchidbloom, a warrior, light-furred, true-blue. At his most vulnerable asleep, a natural world would have torn him to pieces. In his hierarchical milieu, perhaps he was impregnable; that didn’t mean a cat had to see him just out of sleep. Wincing, he dipped his head, standing to attention, lethargy still clinging to his eyelids.
“Orchidbloom,” he prompted, in between an inquiry and statement. “Do you need anything?”
Orchidbloom had been standing at the edge of the opening to the medicine cats’ den. Her reason for being there wasn’t one of utmost importance, but it was something that had been on her mind as of late. After a few days of thinking about it, she’d decided to act on her thoughts. She supposed she could have waited for a better time, but a restless night and an overactive mind were a combination that ensured she wouldn’t be able to wait very easily. Few cats would be awake during moonhigh, so it was one of the safest times she could go without being in the way.
…For most, at least. The one she would be inconveniencing the most was Anispine, and that was precarious. If he was sleeping, she didn’t want to disturb him. She also didn’t want to lower his effectiveness for the next day.
Of course, though, she managed to catch him while he was asleep. Who wouldn’t be at this time, realistically? She was frozen in place, hesitation keeping her paws rooted to the spot. She wasn’t going to disturb him. What had she been thinking? It would have been easier to drain her excess energy literally anywhere else. Orchidbloom prepared to quietly and quickly leave, but it seemed like some ingrained sense told Anispine he wasn’t alone. He moved from his stillness and his gaze landed right on her, and she tried to hide her flinch.
Well, she succeeded in waking him. It seemed like a waste of time to bother him now, but it would be even more so to just walk away. She was practical, so she stayed, mind racing for an appropriate reply.
“Ah… nothing terribly important,” she admitted. “It’s something that should have waited until daylight.” The self-reprimand was heavy in her voice. “I was just restless with an idea. I didn’t intend to disturb you.” She dipped her head in an apologetic gesture. She could see he was tired, sleep still heavily weighing on his posture, so she posed him a choice. “It truly isn’t a time-pressed issue. I can leave you be and approach with it later if you would prefer to go back to sleep.”
Anispine mused, a lesser tom would let this cat go, agreeing and accepting her apology. Stupidly encouraged to actually see Orchidbloom leave, the tom kept his mouth shut. Whatever she had in mind could wait to morning. But the sleepy tendrils of his nap slithered off his eye, brow, and shoulders. His decision wavered; he wondered what Orchidbloom had in mind. And like he observed before, he might not sleep until much later into the evening. And he'd only clean up and organize around his den, something he can mitigate to his apprentice--which would leave him useless in his own domain. Lying back and forcing himself to sleep also made him restless even thinking about it. Maybe he'd venture some midnight hunting? Toucanstar and most of his clan mates would cringe and rather hope Anispine's wise enough to not do something so endangering. That thought almost pushed him to actually hunt at the moon's light.
Realizing he practically left his visitor hanging in his non-answer, Anispine considered Orchidbloom's offer and finally shook his head, conceding. Better the both stay out of boredom, Anispine decided, he hoped Orchidbloom brought something interesting. The black tom inched closer to the she-cat, settling on his haunches, ears perked and a curious expression amid his face--interest almost ostensibly obvious. He assured, "Oh, no, you're fine, you didn't disturb me. And I'm not time-pressed either, so."
And he guessed that wasn't so much a prompt as it was a simple acknowledgement of what she had said. He chewed at his cheek, scavenging for more of a starter. He settled on, "What was your idea?"
Anispine wrapped his skinny tail around his paws as a show of finality to his choice, head just quirked in attentive regard. Though his eyes still drooped in the vanishing affect of a nap, the tom intended to clearly demonstrate his interest.
She wasn’t convinced that she didn’t disturb Anispine, but she didn’t contradict him. If someone woke her, she probably wouldn’t be the most pleased cat in the world. Would she say anything about it though? After a brief moment of thought, she realized she would. But that was simply her personality—other cats probably wouldn’t, and she could see the appeal in deferring to courtesy. It was a nice gesture, but she didn’t want to waste time in blanket statements or false hopes. She wanted the hard truth, no matter how cold it was.
He did seem curious about what she wanted, though, and Orchidbloom could accept the truth in that. Someone with an idea at moonhigh hopefully had a good enough idea that warranted action on it. She hoped her idea was like that, but she couldn’t know for sure.
Orchidbloom sought words that would adequately describe what she wanted. “Sometimes on patrols, unexpected things happen. Sometimes injuries result, and some are minor. It frustrates me that a simple injury, like a thorn in a pad, could disrupt a whole patrol. Or if we’re somewhere remote, it might be hard to get to you or Skinkpaw in time.” She took a deep breath. “I’m interested in learning basic knowledge about herbs, if you’re willing to teach. Just enough so I can be of better use on patrols if something goes wrong.”
Anispine had every right to refuse her. After all, he did have a new apprentice to focus on. She also had an apprentice to delegate time to now, so she understood, but being a mentor also gave her reason to be the best of her ability. She was a warrior though, and warriors didn’t need to know herbal knowledge. But in her eyes, it didn’t mean they couldn’t.
“I don’t expect this freely, of course. If you need something to make it worth the time you have to offset, I’d be willing to do that. Hunting for you, teaching something I know in return… whatever you’d like.”
What Orchidbloom explained was completely understandable, and Anispine wondered if that had been collective worry for most warriors. Actually, he wondered why the thought hadn't crossed most warrior's minds, and why they never reached him for help. Anispine would dislike any interruptions amid a hunting trip, maybe out of his own concentration but mostly out of annoyance; a thorn in a pad certainly seemed like something a young warrior would disrupt a whole patrol over. But his clan mates ushered these small problems onto Anispine--who quickly absolved any issues as diligently as he could--and rarely if ever considered healing on their own. He was of the type to become wrapped up on one singular thing--the reason why he actively anticipated any greater injuries like some selfish fiend--and mechanically wrapped up any minor inconveniences as swiftly as his attention allowed. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he couldn't wait for Skinkpaw to wield her new skills as expertly as him as to leave Anispine with only the major cases--though that hadn't been the only reason why he picked an apprentice.
His unfettered, stony face did not flinch at Orchidbloom's interest in simple medicine, but Anispine did doubt his ability to teach another cat his craft. Throughout his youth and even a good chunk of his adulthood, Anispine worked under a mentor, perfecting his abilities. To now being a mentor himself, he had enough trouble and enough cluelessness when it came to teaching stout Skinkpaw, but he made an effort to gauge her opinions on his teach style--which had been completely lacking. A learning experience, he had assured himself, no one's perfect the first time. His time may be a little strained, too, if he accepts. But Orchidbloom's interest was made even more tempting once she offered her own knowledge on anything he would like. An idea of his own popped into his head. Though, a small thought crossed his head; Anispine would have agreed 'freely', despite begrudgingly, and wondered Orchidbloom's purpose to her offer. Was that how favors worked for her, maybe?
"Um," he automatically hummed once she finished. Would it be weird to ask for mentoring advice? It did not hold a light to her request, he realized. But he thought, what harm could come from that?
"I... don't know if I have been doing anything right..." Anispine winced at how oddly vulnerable that seemed, so he quickly added, "regarding mentoring, that is."
"If I teach you some things, I'd appreciate some of your advice on that--it'd be incredibly helpful to me."
Orchidbloom hoped her offer was appealing. She came up with it practically on the spot, so she didn’t know how suitable it would be. If Anispine requested something difficult, could she do it? Well, she would have to now, but there was no way of knowing if she went over her head.
The medicine cat made a noise, then fell silent, and she realized he was thinking about it. She was surprised at the mild anxiety that swirled through her in that moment, and it made her realize just how important learning basic herbal medicine was to her. She blinked at the self-realization. Where did it come from? She was a warrior through and through, she knew that much, yet the sudden desire to know what she wanted to about medicine was quite overwhelming.
She expected agreement, or perhaps refusal, right away. Instead, Anispine trailed off in uncertainty, and Orchidbloom stared at him in momentary disbelief. JungleClan’s medicine cat for moons didn’t know if he was doing anything right? She was about to open her mouth, but he continued, and his statement made more sense. But then she thought about it, and she found she was still confused. Anispine was brilliant at his trade. Would it be that hard to pass that knowledge on?
Not everyone was suited for being a teacher, she had to remind herself quickly. She loved it, personally, but that didn’t mean Anispine had to. It was completely acceptable that he didn’t know what to do. Perhaps it was expected, given how long he worked by himself.
Orchidbloom was still getting to know Ratpaw, her own apprentice, but then again, she already had methods down on how to work with an apprentice. She nodded without hesitation, a relieved smile on her face. “Of course I can help with that, Anispine. I’d love to, in fact. But if there’s anything else you need or want in addition to that, please don’t hesitate to let me know.” What he was getting in return wasn’t quite as fair, so she meant her every word.
“In terms of starting... would you like to start now? Or would you prefer to wait until the morning?” She also wanted to set up a time that she could meet with him regularly, but she could wait until later for that.
Anispine nodded shy of overwhelmed and slightly dubious at her continued offers. It was hard enough to admit he needed help, and mentoring stuck out in his mind the moment Orchidbloom mentioned her help. His expressionless face shifted to a small smile, out of courtesy, and he said, "Of course."
Orchidbloom jumped straight to her original idea, and Anispine was more than happy for it. He shook his head at the idea of waiting until morning, now fully awake despite the aging night. He stood from where he sat, his smile disappearing into a serious scowl, and perused his herb supply on the cave wall absently. "I'd like to start now."
He spotted the ever-reliable poppy seeds and the rarer spider lilies, already unsure where to actually start; he hummed an "uh" as he realized he had no clue just like with his apprentice. Chewing on his cheek, he glanced at Orchidbloom.
"We'll start with the, uh, basics," he muttered the rest, "maybe simple travel herbs--oh, but you said something about thorns? Yeah, I can teach how to take them off, and maybe what to put on it after..."
He trailed off, fully expecting Orchidbloom to follow along.
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Teaching another cat about herbs had been a blessing and a curse; Orchidbloom delivered on her promise, as did Anispine, but he still fumbled around his explanations. Maybe it was his terse nature, or his inability to recognize how medicine can be a breeze for him but completely eluding to others, but he had always needed to clarify himself despite his ignorance. He tried his hardest and he could see Orchidbloom doing the same--which only encouraged him more. Every other evening, Orchidbloom dutifully arrived at his den, already making headway into Anispine's cherished art. The little arrangement amused his apprentice and--in some way--also amused Anispine. Whatever Orchidbloom had in mind paid off; it delighted Anispine to divert his attention from seriously teaching the future medicine cat to a warrior who enjoyed some skill building all in the name of the clan.
He went over the no-go's of flora--onion, acacia, any suspicious berry that an apprentice or young warrior would carelessly plop onto their tongue. Aloe vera and chervil also came up, for surface wounds and general infection, though the latter was not as important. He also briefly explained how moss or tree fern could soak up blood and hinder bleeding. Anispine wondered how much Orchidbloom would be able to use as a mentor and warrior, but he liked to believe it made the she-cat a much better prepared warrior than most.
"Hello, Orchidbloom." He fumbled the words around a sprig of lavender, setting it down to fully turn to platinum she-cat who arrive, yet again, on time. An elusive, hidden glint of playfulness sprang across his eyes as he challenged her, "you wanna test your knowledge on me, maybe? I think you know enough now."
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Orchidbloom made sure she was prompt with their meeting times. She knew Anispine’s schedule was unpredictable, where an emergency could come at any point. She had patrols and an apprentice as well, so both their times were valuable. Neither of them could afford to dally around, especially if they wanted to be as productive as possible.
At first, learning just how many herbs there were was daunting, and she was more than a little doubtful of her ability to retain everything. After several visits, she started to feel more confident, and she quickly began remembering more and more each time. It seemed to reflect, because Anispine appeared more relaxed and quite pleased when she was continuously correct.
Nothing was different about this meeting. Orchidbloom strolled in at the planned time, sparing a glance around until the medicine cat faced her. While nothing was different, there was a look in his gaze that differed slightly from the usual. His verbal challenge hung in the air between them as she comprehended it, and when she did, she blinked. What kind of challenge was he anticipating?
“I can try,” she agreed after a moment. “What would you like me to do?” She was wary, but at the same time she was interested in seeing how well her knowledge applied under pressure.
Upon hearing Orchidbloom's skeptical question, Anispine gathered the necessary herbs she needed--some she did not--and splayed them out in front of her. "Alright, I believe these are all you need."
Anispine looked around his space, spying a sharp yet tiny outcrop on the wall of his den. As an apprentice, Paleleaf warned him to watch out for that nook but he always inevitably bumped into it; so many bruised foreheads and bloody cuts came from that, and his mentor never lived it down. Presently, his mind offered a rather manic idea--anything to test his impromptu student. He said nothing, trusting that Orchidbloom would trust what he would do. He held his breath, psyching himself up for some pain, and shoved his shoulder into the spike.
A sharp throb jumped at him first and he winced audibly--a sudden and surprised intake of breath. Stepping away from the wall, he peered down at his handiwork and noticed broken skin and oozing blood. It could be worse, really, and looking at his own blood left him lightheaded for a moment. But as quickly as that feeling came, he pushed it back and faced Orchidbloom.
"Ok, I've come in with a small gash on my shoulder. What's the first step in treating it?" Honestly, the tom was being a bit dramatic but he shared a glance at the she-cat, hopeful that she had retained what he had taught. In this situation, he would choose either the moss or tree fern to soak up any excess blood; he wondered what Orchidbloom would elect first.