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.
Somehow, she inched him towards the water. Her anger still bubbled, but a softer sort of boil now. She wasn't used to this kind of burst of emotion, honestly, and it left her nearly exhausted. Aside from, you know. Being slightly overweight and trying to shove a huge barrel of a cat a few turtle-lengths.
She hadn't even realized that Sharksong had hit the water's edge, until he jumped. The she-cat jumped with him, bristling in shock. Then, her fur lay flat, and her ears folded back. "Nothing about this whole situation makes me feel good," she replied, with a hurt expression. "You think I enjoyed this? I help cats. I don't fight with them. Mentally or not." She sniffed, and padded into the waves till the water swirled around her paws.
He was angry, she could see. With her or himself, she couldn't say. But they'd gotten this far. "You said you wouldn't resist. I'm here, I won't let anything happen. Try to push at the fear." He needed to at least start by getting his feet wet. If this wasn't a one day thing, they could work on it moons if needed. "A little at a time. It's obviously worse than I thought, so it's going to take time. The longer you avoid it, the longer you'll feel like this."
She could only hope he would tom-up and stop acting like a kit.
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Swiftwave - Jungleclan warrior Rain that Blurs the Sky - Tribe navigator Turtlehop - Tidalclan Healer
Sharksong shrugged and looked away. He wasn’t Turtlehop. It was hard for him to place just how she felt, especially when he felt like he was all over the place. [break][break]
He did promise that he wouldn’t resist though. It was the simplest thing he could comply to, so he complied. He turned and faced the water, staring at it with trepidation. It continued to roll in and out harmlessly, without any care to anything. If he stepped in, it wouldn’t do anything to him. He wasn’t going to swim. He could always take a step back out of its reach if he needed. [break][break]
Cycling through these thoughts like a mantra, Sharksong extended a paw forward. He let it hover over the surface. His mind spun and he closed his eyes as he lowered it under the gentle waves. The revulsion was immediate, but he kept his paw where it was. It wasn’t harming him. It wasn’t harming him. He needed to remember that. [break][break]
“Is this enough?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.