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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Dunestorm had been lazing around the camp, basking in the warm sun of the soothing skies season. He hadn’t been asked to do anything around the camp, so he decided that it was an as good time to laze around. The weather was nice enough, and it was so rare that he actually got the time to relax, so he was taking advantage. He knew he probably looked a bit silly, as he had rolled over on the ground a couple of times, just to change up his boredom.[break][break] He quickly remembered his age, and sat up, with his tail curled neatly around his paws. He began to clean the dust and sand from his pelt, having the decency to act at least a little embarrassed. He mind filled with thoughts of the current tensions with the clan. Dunestorm wasn’t one much for politics, and to be honest, he couldn’t care less about them, as long as the leader believed they were acting in the right direction. He wasn’t one for all the uptight , traditionalism of the old ways. He thought that new directions were exciting,and he would definitely be the first cat to sign up on any expedition that Tinystar called for.[break][break] He had been relatively happy with the way things had been going. Everyone’s belly was full, so they had the gods to thank for that. His brother was doing well too, or at least Dunestorm thought he was.
For some godsforsaken reason, Applebelly had been assigned a hunting patrol. Hardly a week had passed since she had been mortified by her own misstep, causing the entire patrol to miss out on a major kill. It was like adding insult to injury. So, when she returned, empty-pawed per usual, the she-cat was flustered and looking for a place to relax and catch her breath.
Despite the beauty of the TidalClan territory, the warrior had been too distracted to enjoy it, thinking instead of every way her clumsy paws could ruin this patrol for clanmates, too. So, with a disappointed frown, Applebelly struck out to find a nice place to lie down and metaphorically lick her wounds.
Alas, there were no corners to find herself alone in, so the she-cat sighed. Who could she pretend to be okay around? Her pale green eyes scanned the camp before landing on a ginger and white tom. Dunestorm. Would he be okay company? Before she took the time to mull it over repeatedly, the fluffy she-cat bounced on over and lingered, standing over him.
"Dunestorm." She started. "Hi." The awkwardness felt palpable. "Mind if I join you?" Her maw opened to reveal an overly polite smile, as if to say, 'please.' Now, all she could do was wait.
Dunestorm looked up at Applebelly, too busy in his thoughts to have seen her return home with no catch. “Sure ! “ he mewed, scooting over to make some room. He didn’t interact with the dappled she-cat much, as he was many moons her senior. He thought for a moment, trying to think of some idle conversation, as he hadn’t seen much happen around the camp. He knew about the inside politics within the clan but didn’t think that would be an appropriate start to the conversation, and he didn’t really care much anyways. “How have you been?” He decided to start, trying to sound friendly,and not as old as he was. He knew that Applebelly had had some family drama, but hasn’t every cat had their own issues. Dunestorm didn’t see any reason to turn down anyone who ever wanted to talk, and thus was approached alot by younger cats,by just how young he acted.[break][break] Dunestorm genuinely wanted to be a friend of every cat if he could, and he thought all the warriors who worked so hard could use all the breaks they could get. No one’s life should be all work and no play , he thought. He knew that clan life could be strict sometimes, but he thought being too structured doesn’t do anyone any favors
perhaps she was a little gloomy, coming home without anything to brag about. but nonetheless, the she-cat tried to remain proud. taking a seat next to dunestorm, she did her best not to sigh or come off as too downfallen. "oh, i'm alright." she chirped, appreciating that he had asked. "and yourself?" the tidalclan she-cat replied, pausing after to lick a rough patch on her right paw pad.
"the heat will be coming soon," she idly remarked, bringing attention to the change of seasons that would be enveloping the clans sooner than later. scorching sands. the name was dramatic, but so was the heat. it meant lazing about, honing skills to be used at night, and it had to be applebelly's least favorite time of year. "do you care for scorching sands?"
