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.
It was a small thing to feel validated for the simple things in life. Never before had someone taken an interest, whether mocking or sincere, and the amount of peaceful joy it brought her was unrivaled. Perhaps this is what it felt like to be friends with someone, to have someone to talk to about things that made one happy. It was foreign but not unpleasant, and Coralfrost wondered if not she would be able to call Tinystar her friend. That would definitely win her some points among the other warriors.
Her ears burned at the other she-cats words, her own lost on her tongue. Tinystar liked the same kind of flowers as her! What were the chances? There were numerous island flowers that had piqued her interest, but none quite like these. Her mind danced with visions of her bringing flowers to the pretty calico, if for the only reason to see her yellow eyes light up. It wouldn’t be much, but it would be a moment shared between warrior and Chief, something that no one would be able to take away from her, regardless of the harsh words the other fighters might have for her.
“Uhhh..” The arrival of Newtstripe was unexpected, and the images of her and Tinystar were rudely interrupted, replaced by her demons once more. She shrunk away from him, her once high tail, dropping to the ground, and her claws extended into the ground for comfort. Face falling almost as quickly as her tail, Coralfrost watched as the tom placed the flower she had so carefully picked out behind the Chiefs ear, and a sharp pang struck her heart. His movements were so easy, so assured, and the way the perfect description of Tinystar rolled off his tongue left her feeling insignificant and intrusive.
She was a fool to think that her and Tinystar would ever share something as intimate as a friendship. Coralfrost cursed to herself, and allowed her gaze to meet the she-cats for a moment before she stared at the ground. What she had said sounded stupid, so kitlike. Coralfrost had been able to trick herself into believing that what she did was normal with the validation of Tinystar, but it was still just as strange in the presence of another. Her sanctuary among the chaos of the Clan was ruined, everytime she came here, she would think of Tinystar and Newtstripe. She looked up from the ground at her precious flowers, her heart heavy.
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[attr="class","aodmain"] Night was a beautiful time to the tabby tom cat. It gave him silence and solace from the busy work of the Clan. He was a social cat, and loved talking, but even the most social of butterflies needed some time to himself. Newtstripe himself knew very little about flowers, much less identifying them, but he still loved the variety of flowers around this time of the year. Bathed in moonlight and swaying gently in the breeze, flowers were one of the many small things that made Clan-life so much worth living.[break][break] "I was just taking a walk," he answered Tinystar. "I could not fall asleep tonight, so figured I might as well get away from the camp for a little. It is very peaceful out here. Looks like it was worth it, since I ran into you."[break][break] He gave Tinystar a playful nudge. Newtstripe was much too old to frolic with the bees and flowers now, but they did not lose their beauty. It was comforting to know he was not alone, and that perhaps even as cats grew older they could maintain the spirit of youth. He glanced at Coralfrost. They had not really socialized before. Newtstripe had neglected getting to know the younger Fighters in the Clan and thought maybe he should have paid more attention.[break][break] "Are these your favorite for lining a nest? They're beautiful. You should show us more of your favorites," he purred at Coralfrost and bent down to sniff one of the hibiscus flowers. [break][break] He looked up, Tinystar had looked away from him and Coralfrost stared at the ground with her tail drooping. He tilted his head, confused. Had he said something wrong? Or perhaps they felt awkward about admiring the flowers? [break][break] "Is... everything alright?" he glanced at Tinystar. All he had wanted to do was join them. [break][break]
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inystar couldn't have known what the tortiseshell she-cat had been thinking or feeling, but she noticed an immediate shift when the brown tabby tom joined them. The calico she-cat caught the change in Coralfrost's demeanour, but she couldn't quite put a paw on the reason why. She knew the other she-cat was shy, but she thought that of all of the other cats in the clan Newtstripe was possibly one of the most friendly. Completely oblivious to the way that Coralfrost had been feeling about her, the calico-and-white she-cat wrinkled her brow in concern at the younger she-cat as she looked at the ground. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could think of what to say to the withdrawn tortie, Newtstripe was speaking again.
[break][break]She turned her eyes to him, his shape lit up by the moonlight making her breath catch in her chest. It seemed the more time she spent with her once close childhood friend, the more her feelings towards him changed. She nodded as he explained how he couldn't sleep and decided to get away from camp. It seemed that this was a popular place to come when one could not sleep. His words were finished with a gentle nudge. She felt her pelt grow warm, and brushed her tail against the tom in return. "It is peaceful out here. Having you join us makes it that much nicer." She returned the compliment, blinking at him.
[break][break]She felt a wave of relief as the tabby tom addressed Coralfrost. The tom was so friendly, even though she was sure she hadn't seen him socialize with Coralfrost much in the camp or on patrols. He had taken an interest in her hobby, and wanted to include her. The chief wondered if the other she-cat would allow the tom to become a part of her secret world - one that Tinystar had only glimpsed so briefly before she closed herself up again like a butterfly in a cocoon. Newtstripe had noticed the drooping tail of Coralfrost, too, and asked if everything was alright. He glanced at her, and she felt his gaze warming her pelt once again. She glanced between the two, and moved forward to brush against the other she-cat gently. "I'd like to see more of your favourites, too, if that's alright?" She encouraged the tortie softly.
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It was far easier when she was in the camp. Excusing herself to make dirt, or suddenly ‘remembering’ that she had a patrol to go on. But out here in the territory with one cat she was crushing on, and another she barely knew, she was trapped. Coraalfrost was way out of her comfort zone, and felt like she was once again intruding on something that didn’t concern her. She glanced up briefly as he asked about the flowers, a very curt nod of her head her only response. Would he too join in on the cats that mocked her for something that brought her joy? Of course he wouldn’t, at least not then, not with Tinystar standing only a rabbits length away. No, he would more than likely wait until he was alone with her to make the comments. Great, someone else to avoid.
She continued to stare at the ground even after Newtstripe spoke again, her ears burning. It wasn’t him, she wanted to say, it’s me! I’m the problem, I’m always the problem! But she remained silent glancing away from the ground and standing up, to weave her frame through the stems of the flowers. Perhaps if she just slunk away, the two of them would forget all about her, and she could slip off to some remote location and have a pity party. But Tinystar seemingly had other plans. her voice sliced through Coralfrost, awakening the butterflies that had grown silent at the appearance of Newtstripe and she was thankful for the cover of hibiscus. She moved out of the flowers, and felt the chiefs pelt brush against her, sending a wave through body, electric yet not unpleasant. Opening her mouth to speak, she gaped at the chief then the tom cat and smiled nervously.
“Uhm, ok?” In that moment, Coralfrost wasn’t entirely sure she had another favourite flower. All she could think about was the way Tinystar’s pelt felt against hers, and the heat that radiated through her body. She would’ve been fine taking Tinystar to the lilies that tickled her nose and the pollen that painted her nose yellow and orange, but she wasn’t sure about Newtstripe. The last thing she wanted to do was give him more ammo to use against her in the future. Clearing her throat, the scrawny she-cat flicked her tail at the same time her shoulders rose and fell. “There’s uh, really only these ones, I guess, uh.” Pausing, she brushed past Newtstripe and looked out over the grass. “Do you have an, uh, favourite flower, Newtstripe?” Her words came fast and jumbled, originally meant to be addressed to Tinystar, but the young she-cat found it near impossible to form a sentence and think about her at the same time. What is happening to me?!
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[attr="class","aodmain"] Flowers were not something Newtstripe noticed too often. They were part of the landscape, and contributed to the beauty of TidalClan. But Newtstripe did not know the names of many of them. Upon being asked for his favorite, he was a little taken aback. The question also seemed to be directed at Tinystar, but Coralfrost used his name. Normally socially apt and comfortable around other cats, Newtstripe was confused. Had he missed something important here? [break][break] "I guess my favorite is jasmine," Newtstripe thought of the one flower he always knew. "They are simple and small, but give off a wonderful scent when you get close. Sometimes I can't help but stop to sniff them when passing by. I'm never too sure where they consistently grow though. Maybe you would know?" [break][break] He looked back at Coralfrost. Hopefully that was an adequate answer despite his lacking knowledge about most flowers. [break][break] "What is your favorite?" he turned the question to Tinystar. Clearly, the original question had been intended for her. He was not too aware of how Coralfrost was feeling, but surely turning the question back to Tinystar as intended was a good move. [break][break] Plus, he loved hearing Tinystar's thoughts. He had the similar butterflies in his stomach, but was not afraid to act on them. They were familiar, and a pleasant sensation. Newtstripe was no stranger to crushes and silently hope perhaps Tinystar was feeling the same way. [break][break]
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he calico she-cat didn't know what kind of feelings her actions were bringing up in Coralfrost. She wanted to comfort the fighter, hoping she would grow more comfortable with the tabby striped tom before the pair of them. Newtstripe was her childhood friend, someone she had relied on - even when the two had drifted in separate directions. Despite that, she still relied on him as a trusted fighter to support her cause, regardless of the past. He would always set everything aside to help her, and she him.
[break][break]Newtstripe was charismatic, he knew how to engage even the quietest of cats in the clan. Even though Coralfrost was still hesitant, she gestured to another small patch of blooming flowers. Speaking quickly, she asked if Newtstripe had a favourite flower. Tinystar found her eyes sliding back to the tom, her head tilting curiously. This was not something she had ever thought to ask of him, and it would be new knowledge of her friend from younger days.
[break][break]Jasmine. Tinystar found herself nodding with approval almost subconsciously. The sweet yet gentle fragrance of the flower was just strong enough. It was certainly high on her list of favourites. The calico she-cat had been thinking what her own favourite flower was when Newtstriped posed the question to her. The chief thought for a moment, pursing her lips.
[break][break]"If I had to choose, it would probably be an orchid. There is so many varieties, and they can be found in so many places. Their beauty is simple and elegant." The she-cat smiled, imagining the fragrant aroma that went along with the orchid. For a moment, the smell took her to a different time and place, away from the two others and their midnight rendezvous.
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Coralfrost had to stop the sigh of relief that came forth as the attention was turned away from her, and placed on Newtstripe and then Tinystar, respectively. She couldn’t help but wonder if Newtstripe shared the same feelings that she herself was developing, then decided almost immediately that of course he did. All it took was one look at Tinystar to know that there were numerous cats that saw her as desirable. There was the fact that she was stunning, then add in the fact that she was Chief of TidalClan, and there was little doubt that she was a well sought after she-cat. Then, there was Coralfrost herself: cowardly, a flight risk, adequate hunter and a poor fighter. She was never on anyone's radar unless they wanted an easy target to get their snide comments out.
“Jasmine is lovely. Though I find the scent way too strong for my nest.” She said hurriedly, turning her attention to Tinystar at the same time that Newtstripe did. It was funny, really, this whole conversation. There were two fighters, and the chief standing around making idle chit-chat about flowers. It was Coralfrosts' most wonderful dream, as well as her worst nightmare. Perhaps she’d find herself a new friend in Newtstripe, and a confidant in Tinystar. On the other hand, Newtstripe could use this as ammunition against her should he choose to. But Coralfrost let that dark thought slip away. She really could use friends, so biting back the urge to flee once more, she smiled brightly at Tinystar as she spoke of orchids.
“Wow, you both have really amazing taste in flowers. Orchids are nice to look at, but the die pretty quick if you remove them from the stem.” She began, looking away wistfully, her mind beginning to function like normal once again. “It’s not a lot of fun to wake up with rotten, dying flowers clinging to your fur.” Wrinkling her nose, the lithe tortoiseshell glanced up at the ever sinking moon and twitched her whiskers. “We are all gonna be pretty tired tomorrow, maybe mention to Sharksong to not assign Newtstripe and I to an early patrol?” She said it jokingly, knowing that losing sleep was worth the relationships she was currently building. Even if she was tired in the morning, she’d still rise and join whatever patrol she was assigned to, bright eyed and bushy-tailed. “Do sharks even sing?” She blurted out, and then stood there with her mouth agape at the words she had spoken.
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[attr="class","aodmain"] Feelings were not unfamiliar to Newtstripe. He had enough self-confidence and self-awareness to not mope about them, and only hoped he knew the best way to approach them. He did not mind having some crushes, and quite enjoyed them. He too, knew that Tinystar was an impressive she-cat and Chief. Newtstripe would not even be angry if Tinystar were to reject him, albeit a little awkward considering their history. [break][break]
Unfortunately, that did not stop him from having jealousy. His mixed feelings about Sharksong once again emerged from the back of his mind as Coralfrost mentioned the deputy. He wanted to make a snide comment, like he had done several times when he, Sharksong, and Tinystar were alone. However, in front of Coralfrost he held back. He had enough maturity to know it was inappropriate.[break][break]
“I would not mind early patrol,” He purred instead in response to Coralfrost. "I've gotten quite a bit of sleep during the daytime now, since its way to hot to do too much hunting or anything productive." [break][break]
Coralfrost's next question puzzled him. Sharks? Sing? It was a legitimate question though -- how else could Sharksong have gotten his name, after all? Newts certainly had stripes, and coral could definitely look frosty. The names of most Clan cats made at least some sense, so he had never taken notice to Sharksong's more peculiar one.[break][break] "I don't know 'bout that one, Coralfrost," he raised his eyebrows in amusement. "I know dolphins make some singing noises sometimes but I've never really heard it from a shark."