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.
bathing the earth in stark light, the moon crested the trees that occupied most of the land, and fell gently upon the field where a lone cat roamed. insects chirped and hummed their songs, island birds chattered away to the darkening sky while the rest of tidalclan slept. silence would follow where she walked, frightening the insects for moments before they realized she was no threat to them. this was, in her bold opinion, the best time of day. with no one else around to disturb her, she could wander as she saw fit, without someone making a comment, or trying to tell her what to do. there really was nothing more annoying than those select cats that thought they were better than everyone else just because they took the warrior code way too seriously.
a low sweeping creature brought the dark pelted warrior back to senses, making her heart pound painfully against her chest, and she let out a nervous giggle. she'd been a full warrior for just over four moons now, yet she still found herself amazed and sometimes sheepish while out in the territory by herself. no one that knew her thought she was intimidating, and if they did, well, she probably just freaked them out. it had taken her almost all of her sixteen moons alive to come to the conclusion that she was better off on her own and to not worry about what others may think of her. she saw what vanity, and self-consciousness did to a cat, and it definitely wasn't her cup of tea.
slowing her paws down to a near standstill, coralfrost lifted her face towards the sky and closed her green eyes. her lungs expanded as she drew in a deep breath, and on her exhale, she felt all the woes of the day releasing from her thin body. gosh, I'm tired. the thought was fleeting and intrusive and she screwed up her face in response. she was always tired no matter how many hours of sleep she got a night, that is if her mind shut off long enough to grant her sleep. that's how she came to adopt her near nightly ritual of wandering through the field. it was easier when the weather was calm as it was tonight. the slight breeze carried the scents of her home right to her, and she knew that if she looked hard enough, she would be able to find the perfect flower to add to her collection.
a light smile danced upon her maw for a moment before she bounded off, disappearing into the tall grass, not a care in the world about how loud she may be, or what kind of attention she might draw to herself. all she wanted to do was pick some flowers.
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here was something magical about twilight. The moon formed a crest above the trees, bathing the entire island in a shimmering silver glow. The stars twinkled above in the inky ebony sky, and Tinystar couldn't help but wonder if the ancestors of TidalClan were up there watching them as JungleClan believed StarClan did. She imagined being in the ranks of starry ancestors, her pelt shimmering like she was made of a ray of moonlight herself. If she was fortunate, though, she would not have to experience what existed beyond this island for quite sometime. She had things still to accomplish before the Gods took her away from her clan.
[break][break]In the crisp night the cicadas and crickets sang, their tune mingling with the crash of the ocean waves to create a cacophony that was somehow soothing. Tinystar could not even imagine complete silence after living on the island with all of the sounds it had to offer. The she-cat padded through the Sea of Grass, a place of special beauty at any point of the day. The fronds of foliage were drenched in the silver moonlight and swayed in the soft evening breeze. She heard a rustle of feathers ahead and her ears pricked forward with interest. It may be late, but it was never too late to bring a meal back to camp.
[break][break]She padded quicker towards where she had heard the bird swoop, but instead of a feathered prize she caught a familiar scent of one of her clan fighters. She breathed in the familiar scent and continued further looking for the she-cat that accompanied the scent. Not much further up the path, Tinystar saw the young fighter looking up at the starry sky, her head tilted back as she took a deep breath in. The chief recognized Coralfrost, one of her her younger fighters. She had quietly watched the progress of the she-cat and silently celebrated her small victories, although unbeknownst to her.
[break][break]Before she could step out of the fronds to greet the other, though, the she-cat bounded forward into more long gross. Tinystar heard the rustling of the foliage as she danced through it. Tinystar sped up, her own body crashing through the grass with no cares. It wasn't long before she caught up to the younger she-cat and mewed out a greeting from behind, tail raised high in greeting. "Evening, Coralfrost!" She called, her voice warm. It wasn't often she found her fighters frolicking in the grass past sundown. Tinystar could appreciate the wish for some alone time to be carefree, though. That was something she didn't have much of - time alone to truly be herself.
no one would ever mistake the young tortie for brave. she would never run headlong into battle without a care in the world, nor would she outright put herself in harm's way without an intense mental showdown. that’s why it was no surprise to her when she heard the sound of pursuit and her heart rose to her throat, thrumming a deafening beat, is this how i die? the thought was fleeting, but menacing. instead of bolting through the undergrowth like every survival instinct screamed at her, she merely shrunk down to the cool earth, flattening the fronds around her until she had made herself as small as possible. with her senses filled with the scent of her fear, the she-cat remained ignorant to the source of the creature until they came into view, and coralfrost almost passed out with relief.
then she felt the shame, and embarrassment. what kind of fighter was she that she didn’t face her challenger head on? not a very good one. intrusive and damning, the she-cat let herself rise, her full height barely more impressive than her submissive stance a moment ago. standing before her was none other than tinystar, the awe-inspiring leader of tidalclan, that always made coralfrost numb in her brain. for whatever reason, the other she-cat made her words hard to formulate, her thoughts jumbled and her paws clumsy. what an impressive display for your leader, mouse brain. shuffling her paws, sheepishly, coralfrost forced a gentle smile to crest her maw, though she found it near impossible to meet the piercing yellow gaze of the calico. “uh, hi, tinystar. i, um, was uh just…” what was she doing? running through the grass like a new apprentice exploring the territory for the first time looking for flowers? there was really no good way to put it into words, each idea sounder dumber and more kitlike than the last. glancing out to her left, the she-cat’s ear twitched, followed by her whiskers, then another shuffle of her paws. she was already uncomfortable with the exchange, but it had little to do with the top of discussion. “i couldn’t sleep, so i decided to uh, hunt?” that sounded reasonable, right? coralfrost would admit to herself later than it was exceedingly stupid to hunt with only the stars and moon to guide her. she could barely hunt well in the full light of day, let alone deep in the night. “i don’t have an early, um, patrol, so i uhm, figured it would be, uh . . . okay.” her voice trailed off and she allowed her green eyes to meet the leaders for a brief moment, but long enough that a fresh new wave of embarrassment washed over her, turning her entire body warm.
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inystar parted the grass, her eyes searching the area before her for the she-cat she had scented. She then saw the shape of the tortie fighter pressed against the earth, her body flat and the smell of fear wafting off of her. For a moment the chief felt bad, she was sure that chasing after the younger she-cat must have given off the impression of a predator chasing prey. The small cat picked herself up, though, rising up as bravely as she could muster it seemed. The bravado lasted for mere moments though, and the she-cat quickly became sheepish under the chief's gaze. The tortie she-cat smiled, avoiding direct contact with Tinystar. The calico-and-white chief returned the smile, dipping her head in a quiet secondary greeting.
[break][break]Coralfrost began stumbling over her words, trying to explain what she had been up to. Tinystar couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, quiet enough it could have nearly been drowned out by the breeze. She couldn't help but notice the twitching of her whiskers, the shuffling of her paws. A small pang of sadness hit Tinystar, but it passed just as quickly as it came. Sometimes she felt disappointed that others displayed this kind of fear of her. Tinystar wasn't terribly surprised, she often had this affect on the younger members of the clan. The elders didn't give a toss about her presence most of the time which in itself was mildly amusing but also wildly frustrating when trying to command respect.
[break][break]The tortie she-cat mentioned how she was out here to hunt. The chief's ears twitched with amusement, her eyes glimmering with good natured humour. She decided she would play along with that claim rather than embarrassing the young she-cat. It seemed she was already flustered enough. "Ah, excellent," She mewed. "We could use some fresh prey. Thank you for serving your clan with your late hunting hours!" She purred, smiling encouragingly at the she-cat. Whether or not it was the full truth, she was sure that Coralfrost had the best of intentions. "It's a good thing you don't have a dawn patrol. I'm just hoping that I don't have to be up for one myself!" She added, her face screwing up in a look of mock disgust at the idea of getting up early.
[break][break]The other she-cat's green eyes locked with her own yellow for a brief moment. Tinystar held the gaze for a moment before breaking it to glance at the distant shore. It was so dark that the ocean could barely be seen, but every so often a tide would come in glimmering in the silver moonlight. Tinystar couldn't help but feel so relaxed surrounded by the nature of the island. "I can't blame you, though. I would much rather be out here than baking in the midday sun, or getting up early for a dawn patrol." Tinystar mused as she took in the beauty of their midnight surroundings.
it wasn’t easy to keep the embarrassment off her face as the other she-cat commented on her late night hunting. what a stupid thing to say. no one in their right mind would believe that coralfrost, one of the least skilled hunters in the clan, was out looking for prey. it was a relief however, that tinystar was kind of enough to let it slide. perhaps there was warmth in the she-cats otherwise domineering appearance. then again, maybe the chief pitied her. that thought had crossed her mind more than once, especially when she was made and a fledgling, then again when she received her warrior name. could one be damned to the elders den for being wildly unskilled as a fighter? now that would be an interesting thing to bring up at a gathering. coralfrost could only imagine the rumours and gossip her narrow-minded clanmates would come up with. luckily, and even if it was pity that granted her her warrior name, that was a fate she wouldn’t have to meet.
the she-cat blinked as tinystar made a look of disgust at the thought of a dawn patrol. it seemed odd that she would feel that way, considering she was the chief. shouldn’t she be happy to help out regardless of time? shoving that thought away, coralfrost chastised herself for taking things so literally. maybe, just maybe, tinystar was trying to joke with her. it was such a bizarre thought, it almost made the scrawny fighter blanch. but as in keeping with her composure, the femme merely smiled lightly and nodded her head in agreeance. she personally didn’t mind patrolling the territory in the light of the dawn sun, it was almost relaxing, if one was able to forget they were out looking for anything that looked suspicious. but the best part of dawn patrols? everyone was usually still waking up, and therefore too groggy to make small talk. oh, how the she-cat hated small talk.
as the long-furred calico glanced away towards the ocean, coralfrost allowed herself a long look at the cat standing before her. she was a relic, something to be marvelled at, a demonstration of true power and perseverance. humouring the thought, coralfrost almost laughed at her own expense. the gods would dry up the ocean if coralfrost ever became a fighter worthy of anything out of sheer disbelief. still, the idea of it was kind of nice.
“i don’t mind dawn patrols.” she admitted, dropping her gaze to her paws once more. a black beetle was nuzzling in the dirt by her paw, it’s legs moving in odd ways before coralfrost realized she was standing on its head. cocking her own to the side, she lifted her paw slightly, and the beetle scurried away. “the sounds of the island are um, nice to wake up to.” shrugging her shoulders, the she-cats jaws parted in a great yawn, sending a shiver snaking down her spine. “uhm, i, er, imagine it gets tough with your uh, long fur in the heat.” why were words so painfully difficult? usually the she-cat had no issue holding meaningless conversation, but something about the chiefs’ presence left her feeling tongue tied. “do you think bugs feel pain?” snapping her large orbs up to the calicos face, they widened at the ridiculousness that spewed from her mouth. mousebrain! she’s gonna think you’re touched in the head!
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inystar noticed how the other she-cat didn't laugh at her joke about waking up at dawn for a patrol. Her sense of humour could be a little odd sometimes, she wasn't too surprised. Perhaps her joke had just made Coralfrost feel awkward. Nevertheless, the tortie nodded her head with a small smile on her maw. She almost thought she felt the green eyes on her again when she looked away, but by the time she had looked back the other was not looking in her direction.
[break][break]The other studied her paws as she responded to the comment about dawn patrols. Tinystar nodded seriously, this time. "Dawn is quiet nice, all joking aside," She mewed in easy agreement. The other spoke again about the sounds of the island being nice to wake up to, and the chief couldn't help but agree with that statement. While the night had similar benefits, dawn was special. The island would have just been waking up, and the whole world was drenched in a soft light of the rising sun.
[break][break]A sunrise could be spectacular enough to take ones breath away, that was for sure. She nodded in silent agreement. Coralfrost yawned, then, and Tinystar couldn't help but catch the contagion of exhaustion. The chief stretched her maw open wide in a yawn, too, chuckling afterwards. "It's funny how a yawn can spread from cat to cat." She said, shaking her head softly. The other made a comment about her long fur to which the chief let out another small chuckle. "Ah, yes. At least I don't have all black fur this long. That would make things exceedingly tough." She responded.
[break][break]She followed the eyes of the young fighter to the ground where a beetle dug in the ground. When Coralfrost asked her next question Tinystar wasn't sure what to say. "I think they do feel pain," She mewed quietly, her tone dropping again. "I think they are just like us. Even our prey feels pain. We were blessed by the Gods just enough so that we ended up being predators and not prey. However, there are even predators who might consider us prey. I think the bugs are a good reminder that we too are not invincible." She paused for a moment, realizing her answer might be considered a bit morbid. It was truly what she thought, though.
despite the she-cats earlier misgivings, the conversation was proving to be easier than she thought it was going to be. coralfrost wasn't exactly known for her small talk, nor for her ability to speak about anything that held any merit, and it was kind of refreshing that tinystar didn't seem to mind. it was the little things like this that made the lithe tortoiseshell admire the chief. she could've easily dismissed herself moments after greetings were exchanged, but coralfrost was quite glad that she hadn't. the thought of fleeing the scene was still unceasingly loud at the forefront of her mind, but with each passing moment, it was getting a little easier to ignore.
"yeah" she laughed nervously, glancing down at her own dark pelt. she couldn't even begin to imagine how warm she would be if her pelt was long like the chiefs'. even just the length it was and the colour made some days difficult to get through without ample trips to streams to quench her thirst, and cool down her body. "I get warm um, sometimes, too. not that I'm uh complaining." she added quickly, her ear twitching away a no-see-um that dared too close. a shiver raced down her spine, a snaking feeling, spurring her muscles into action, and she rose to her feet. she had been sitting still way too long.
the tone of the chief was almost ominous in the light of the moon, casting shadows over the earth, and making the she-cat regret her question. she hadn't really wanted an answer, and even if she did, it definitely wasn't supposed to be as dark and though inducing as the answer that she was given. was it really the gods that determined who lived in fear of predators and those who didn't? a wave of discomfort consumed the lanky femme, causing her flight instinct to kick into overdrive, and she stuttered in her movements. this is what you get for asking stupid questions, mousebrain.
"that's uh, dark." stating it without feeling, the tortie stretched out her front legs, ready to take off in any direction at a moments notice. "I guess we uh have the uh gods to thank for our fortune." the words were mumbled, and she found her gaze back on the pretty she-cat that sat in front of her. I wish I was that impressive. "we are pretty blessed I guess to not um, have to worry about predators. it's not fun living in fear." the last sentence slipped out before she could stop it, and her eyes widened. "er, I mean, I don't think it'd be fun living in fear." she chuckled nervously, her tail flicking with discomfort. she no longer felt like the conversation was going well, or flowng easily. perhaps this is why the she-cat didn't have any friends.
"so, uhm," another laugh, hollow. "what uh, brings you out here at this time of night? couldn't sleep?" perhaps bringing the conversation back to an acceptable topic would help the she-cats heart stop racing.
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lmost before her eyes it seemed as if the younger she-cat had begun to relax a little. Tinystar could relate. Even when she had been freshly appointed deputy it was still daunting to speak one-on-one to a wise old cat like Coconutstar, let alone help him run the clan. The nervous laughter brought Tinystar back to reality, and she smiled at Coralfrost. At least her pelt was not dark like the other. Her pelt may be long, but the darker colours did not take up as much as the white and creams on her pelt.
[break][break]After her long speech about the bugs in the jungle feeling pain she could see that the younger she-cat was a bit taken aback. The chief had not meant to jump into the whole circle of life, but it was something she felt very passion about. The she cat was pious and thankful of the opportunities the Gods had given them - she wanted to make sure they knew her gratefulness. Her comment about it being dark, and Tinystar nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose it could be considered dark," She mulled quietly.
[break][break]She mumbled about thanking the Gods for their fortune, and Tinystar let out a proud purr. "That's right, Coralfrost. The Gods have given us a great opportunity and we should appreciate them. We shouldn't fear them, though." She mewed, her eyes taking on a glint of ambition. She wouldn't live in fear like Coconutstar had. She would push the limits as far as she could - it was time that TidalClan was destined for some greatness. Now that Sharksong was her deputy, things were falling slowly into place.
[break][break]The other she-cat fumbled over some words, starting to slip back into the uncomfortable mindset that Tinystar had first found her in. The chief didn't want to make her feel any more uncomfortable and instead gave a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "Coconutstar was a great leader, but we lived in fear for too long. I'm done with that." She raised her head, giving Coralfrost a confident smile. "TidalClan doesn't have anything to fear."
[break][break]The dark tortie she-cat gave a laugh, changing the subject. "I like being out here late, there isn't anything to do like there is around camp during the day. I love serving the clan, but sometimes you need to carve out a few hours for yourself," She answered, careful to not sound like she was complaining about the responsibility. She loved being chief - but time management was so important for a good leader to have. "Besides, it has the added bonus of the moonlight drenching everything at night - it can be so breathtaking." Her eyes slid across the horizon, drinking in the picturesque ocean reflecting the moonlight.
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shouldn’t fear the gods? tinystar must’ve been joking. how could one not fear them? the health of the clan, the prosperity of the territory, the weather; it was all governed by the gods. coralfrost often wondered if the gods were punishing her mother for birthing her by making her a near worthless fighter. it seemed the only logical reason for a cat born to two strong warriors to turn out like her. if this was a form of punishment, coralfrost felt relieved it was her that was cursed and not the rest of the clan. she had no qualms shouldering that burden if it meant that tidalclan would thrive. there had been a dark period there under the leadership of coconutstar, but coralfrost had tried to turn out the fear of the other cats, more or less reveling in the fact that they felt the same thing she had since she became an apprentice. “i get that! i like looking for flowers at this time of night.” she responded thoughtfully, ignorant to how strange that sounded, but she had done it for so long that it didn’t really register as anything other than normal anymore. most of the cats in the clan, in the warriors den at least, knew that she liked having flowers to line her nest, which attributed to the floral scent that seemed to follow her wherever she went. “it’s easier to sneak them into camp, and not get made fun of.” the she-cat looked down to her paws, regretting what she had just said. tinystar had enough on her paws without worrying about coralfrosts’ easily hurt feelings.
“prey is easier to catch at this time, too!” she blurted, snapping her gaze up to the leader, struck again by the way the moonlight danced on her pelt, painting the whites silver, and making her look ethereal. “not that i have much luck at night either, but if i can sneak up on a sleeping creature and take them out before they realize what is happening, i’m usually pretty successful, which is all the counts, right?” this time the she-cat smiled, a true genuine one, pushing the negative thoughts from her mind. she’d stew on that later when she returned to her nest. .
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he other she-cat revealed that she enjoyed finding flowers in the evening, and after she had mentioned it Tinystar could smell the floral scent wafting off of her. It was a gentle scent, you could miss it if you weren't paying attention. The chief didn't often go into the fighter's dens. When she wasn't awake and prowling around in the moonlight, she was alone and sleeping at the top of the church in a nest made up of bird feathers, soft beach grasses and other plush foliage that she could find. Often she felt quite lonely, but she tried not to show it. That was a burden she would have to carry alone.
[break][break]She felt a pang of sadness at Coralfrost's words, watching the younger she-cat then look down at her paws. Remorse flooded over her, but she didn't want to make a big deal of it and embarrass her. "Surely nobody would really tease you?" She mewed, hoping better of her fighters. There was always at least one or two bullies in the group, though, and unfortunately try as she might to make the clan operate as one large family - drama and bullies could not always be helped. "I've collected flowers before, too." She mewed, stepping forward to brush her tail against the other reassuringly. "Nobody should tease you for taking pleasure in the small beauties of our island." She added.
[break][break]Tinystar couldn't help but let out a laugh at the remark the tortie made about prey. Most cats would find the darkness added difficulty for hunting, but it seemed as though Coralfrost was not most cats. Tinystar felt herself being glad that she had the opportunity to get to know the fighter better. "Yes, that's all that counts," She mewed between a small chuckle, giving the other a small smile. "I think being successful hunting at night is a talent in its own right, regardless of whether the prey is sleeping or awake. That's something to be proud of!" She mewed, returning the genuine smile that the other offered. The moon was sinking into the waves, and she was sure that the sun was going to be up in a couple of hours. "Would you like company back to camp? We could walk together if you'd like." She offered, standing to stretch her legs.
Despite her best effort, Coralfrost winced at the chief's words. She’d made an admission, one that she had tried very hard to keep to herself, preferring to manage it by herself. But now, Tinystar knew. Would there be consequences for the cats that weren’t so nice to her, or would it be forgotten on the wind? The lithe tortie hoped for the latter. The last thing she wanted was for there to be a scene. From everything she had experienced in her short moons as a warrior, reprimanding those in the wrong only made them sneakier. It was her hope that Tinystar knew this as well. She took in the other femmes words, fighting the urge to cringe against the brush of her plush tail. It had been so long since she felt anything that even vaguely resembled affection, yet it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Coralfrost felt a new appreciation for her leader and couldn’t help but welcome the rush of relief. At least one of her clanmates realized that appreciating everything that the territory held was a tribute to the Gods in its own right.
“Really? That’s comforting to know.” She mewed absently, wondering if any of her other clanmates took pleasure in picking flowers. It would make her feel less alone, and perhaps the potential for friendship would be there as well. Coralfrost could only hope. “I never looked at it that way. I just figured since I had some . . . issues hunting with my clanmates, that night hunting might help out the Clan a bit.” Coralfrost responded, letting her dainty shoulders rise and fall. The young fighter studied the older she-cats face, looking for any sign of mockery, or annoyance and was pleasantly surprised to find neither. Such an odd thing, really, to look for discomfort among the cats that were supposed to protect each other. That was the life that the she-cat had lived, something that was foreign to most. Wow, Tinystar is like, really pretty. Loud, and intrusive, Coralfrost became flushed with heat and had to look away, her mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts. It was a miracle that she even heard the she-cats next words.
“Uh, sure?” Was all she was able to squeak out, her voice a higher octave than usual. What she felt towards the chief was new, and something she had never experienced before, and it made no sense. Tinystar wasn’t a tom, nor was she even close to her age. Coralfrost pushed the thought from her mind aggressively, refusing to humour such thoughts and stood up, shaking out her pelt. “Do you mind if I, uh, stop to pick some flowers on our way back?” Her large eyes gazed at Tinystar, searching, and hoping, that her chief wouldn’t mind being a part of her secret world.
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inystar couldn't help but feel sad that Coralfrost might be experiencing some unsavoury behaviour from others in the clan. Tinystar had seen it before with friends growing up, but she had never really experienced that kind of pain. She knew enough to know that sometimes quietly supporting the other might be the best chance to help them through it, though. The fact that a she-cat like Coralfrost had to feel belittled and made to feel different by her clanmates wrenched the chief's heart.
[break][break]Unity was so important to her. She wanted the clan to be built strong by working together. Supporting each other. Things started to crumble and falter when that mutual trust dissolved. She hoped with time that Coralfrost would either learn to defend herself or figure out how to work it out with the others. Perhaps if they only took the time to get to know her, as she had done this evening. There was so much to be learned about the young fighter.
[break][break]The younger cat agreed to head back to camp with her, and to that Tinystar gave her another warm smile. When the other she-cat asked if they could stop to pick some flowers on the way, the chief knew what response to give automatically. "I think that would be lovely, actually!" She mewed, waving her tail. "In fact, I think that Turtlehop had mentioned she was in need of some lavender. Perhaps if we are lucky I can find a couple of sprigs to bring back for her." The calico-and-white cat added.
[break][break]Tinystar had a genuine interest in the spots that Coralfrost went for picking her flowers. Perhaps she would find more interesting flowers than just herbs to bring back for the healer. It had been a little since she had stopped to enjoy the little things of life, so she didn't feel too guilty about the prospect of taking her time to do so on their way back to camp. "Lead the way!" She mewed to Coralfrost.
t was a crush. There was no other way to put it. The thought barrelled into her, shocking her stupid. She had listened to the other warriors talk about such things, but she had always shrugged them off, being of little interest to her. Coralfrost had never met a cat that sparked anything in her, until now. All she wanted to do in that moment, was run. What if Tinystar could sense it? That would be more than a little mortifying, and Coralfrost wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t dissolve into a great blubbering mess right then and there. But it would be pretty rude if she dismissed the Chief after asking if she would join her on her hunt for flowers. She tried to shake those thoughts and focus on what Tinystar was saying, but she only caught bits and pieces between beats of her heart. She had never really shown anyone where she went, or what kind of flowers she enjoyed. It was an intimate endeavour, something that brought her peace of mind in the chaos of Clan life.
“Uhm, ok.” She muttered, stepping around the calico she-cat, and trotting off in the direction of one of her favourite spots. There was always the chance that mindless fighters had trampled her flower patch in the careless way most of them went about their days. It was definitely a shame to see such beauty reduced to nothing more than broken petals and snapped stems. This particular patch was pink in colour, the flowers reaching to the sky, their stalks strong and proud, and the scent that wafted from them soothed her in ways she hadn’t felt since she was a kit. “This way, Tinystar. These ones are my favourite.” She bounded away, tail in the air, not worried about the noise she was making through the grass.
Her green eyes immediately located her precious florals, and she smiled brightly. She walked lightly now, making sure not to disturb the earth too much, and she stuck her nose deep in the hisbiscus, the long shoot tickling her cheek, as she breathed in deeply, a cracked purr beginning to rumble in her chest. Stepping back, she gingerly bit down on the stalk, before putting it on the ground.
“These are the best for the nest. The scent is strong, but it doesn’t stick ‘round too long. What do you think?” The sudden need for the Chief’s approval was evident in her eyes.
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[attr="class","aodmain"] It seemed like the worst time for Tinystar's old flame to show up. So show up he did. Newtstripe had been looking for Tinystar the entire afternoon, hoping dearly that he would be able to catch her alone. However, he could not help but stand back for a little once he spotted her. Tinystar and Coralfrost were running rather joyfully in the Sea of Grass. What were they doing that caused so much excitement? Collecting flowers? Was it? He purred. It warmed his heart.[break][break] The tall grass kept him hidden for a while, but it would only be moments before one of them scented him in the wind. Newtstripe stood up slightly taller and strolled forward to greet them [break][break] "Is that hibiscus?" he meowed in greeting to Coralfrost, and then dipped his head to Tinystar. He thought he recognized the pink flowers, but he was not too sure. He was no Healer, of course. It was a pleasant day to visit the Sea of Grass though. He had just gotten back from hunting, and was rather frustrated. All the prey had dug deep in their burrows from the heat. It would be nice to wind down. [break][break] "You know, I bet Tinystar could use one of these to decorate her nest," he gingerly picked up the pink flower that Coralfrost had placed on the ground. With a quick movement, he tucked it in between Tinystar's ears on her head. [break][break] "Stunning," he teased her lightly. But he certainly was not lying. It was Newtstripe's way of flirting. Of course, he had no way of knowing Coralfrost's newfound crush toward Tinystar. As far as he was concerned, toms were his only competition. [break][break] [break][break] OOC;; HAHA SO TINY HAS SO MUCH GAME
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hings felt simple with Coralfrost. For a little while she could pretend that she wasn't the chief of TidalClan, and put aside the rigid expectations of her behaviour to have a bit of fun. She somehow could sense that Coralfrost didn't seem to mind that she let loose and showed her playful side. In fact, she felt as though the other she-cat blossomed when she lightened up. Tinystar trotted behind the younger cat, her pelt dancing ever so slightly in the salty breeze that was coming off of the sea and rustling through the Sea of Grass. Everywhere around them the grasses swayed, the hum of the blades brushing against each other was a soothing melody.
[break][break]It wasn't long before Coralfrost had led her to a patch of pink flowers, the aroma coming from them was deep yet somehow delicate. She inhaled deeply, purring with content. Her eyes lit up as Coralfrost told her that these were her favourite. She was honoured to get to see. The she-cat seemed so at home and content amidst the patch of hibiscus flowers; it was nice to see. Just like the strong stalks and pretty petals of these flowers, Coralfrost was also blooming before her eyes.
[break][break]As the other she-cat explained that the strong scent fades quickly in the nest, Tinystar found herself nodding. Yes, these would certainly brighten up the lonely living quarters. She purred her approval. "These are lovely, Coralfrost!" She mewed. The words had barely left her lips when a familiar scent wafted from behind her, momentarily grabbing her attention away from the floral scents. Newtstripe! The tom appeared soon after, meowing a greeting to the two she-cats.
[break][break]Before she could register what was going on, the striped brown tabby tom had picked the stalk of the hibiscus flower up delicately with his jaws, and placed the flower between her ears. The chief couldn't help but let out a rumbling purr as she chuckled at his teasing words. For a moment she allowed the flower to stay, but gently lowered her head so the flower would fall to the ground carefully. She then picked it up with her own teeth and placed it at Coralfrost's paws, a small smile on her face.
[break][break]"Thank you, Newtstripe," She mewed in response to the compliment he had set forward, her heartbeat catching in her throat for a moment. She didn't even notice that Coralfrost was feeling exactly the same way towards her as she was feeling towards Newtstripe in that moment. What a predicament. The she-cat forced herself to rip her gaze from the familiar tom with his golden eyes like honey, and focused on the green eyes as clear as the grass sea itself of Coralfrost.
[break][break]"Coralfrost was kind enough to show me her favourite patch of flowers to line our nests with!" She mewed, dipping her head to the younger she-cat in acknowledgement. She carefully averted her gaze away from Newtstripe, worried that she might reveal the inner turmoil she was feeling if she stared at him for a moment too long. "What brings you out here tonight, anyways?" She mewed, her tone carefully crafted to sound friendly as she admired the patch of pink flowers instead of looking at the tom.
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