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.
Dark amber eyes met deep cocoa brown for only a split second. Within an instant there was panicked chattering and the vanishing flash of black and white fur, then nothing but air and leaves. Rosefang sagged his shoulders a bit, then let his limbs, currently perched tensely, fall to either side of the branch he stood on.
Well that certainly could've gone better. He thought to himself with frustration, I swear I've been out here since before sun rise and haven't had a sliver of luck.
Rosefang would never admit it out loud but he wasn't exactly the greatest hunter. He had minimal issues taking down large, clumsy prey when he had backup but for smaller, more practical catches…
He narrowed his eyes in the direction his potential morning meal had escaped to. He couldn't give up now. The sun was high enough now that most of his clanmates would be awake and Rosefang refused to walk into camp without something to show for it.
A surge of determination pushed him to his feet, and then immediately back to his previous position on the branch. Ah yes, he'd nearly forgotten that he was, in fact, in a tree currently. No problem, Rosefang had gotten himself out of tighter situations in the past. A quick glance downward saw his vision spinning slightly.
That's… a far jump.
Rosefang's front claws gripped the bark of the branch he was on. How in starclan's name did he manage to get up so high without noticing? A small part of him patted himself on the back for beating his climbing record.
Wait, no, this is a bad thing. He shook his head, I'm pretty sure I can't jump down from this height without hurting myself.
Another glance down was enough to confirm that to at least himself. He'd just have to climb down from where he currently was.
there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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Bayfur spent the morning pretending everything was fine. [break][break]
And it was fine, really - it was fine that Rosefang had somehow managed to slip by him, the lightest sleeper in the den. It was fine that he left poor Bayfur fast asleep while he traipsed off to StarClan knew where. And it was fine that he couldn’t keep his eyes glued on the badger-pawed warrior. He didn’t have enough time in the day to be nest-sitting that oaf, after all. But he couldn’t help feeling that something was wrong. His morning rituals had were thrown completely off track. How could he wake up without nudging his denmate awake? And why was Rosefang's nest so cold? [break][break]
To make matters worse, the fresh-kill pile was empty. Anything that still lay in the center was cold and inedible - he couldn’t even find a piece of shrew to chew on. He mulled over his friend’s disappearance in silence, idly fiddling with a squirrel’s tail; the one time Rosefang ran off would be the time he twisted a paw, or met with a JungleClan patrol, or drowned. It was up to Bayfur to keep his eye on him, and he had failed. [break][break]
After that thought, he couldn’t keep his paws still any more. With all the grace of someone who has realized a swarm of hornets is after him, Bayfur ducked out of camp. His jaws parted as he tried to find Rosefang’s scent. But a patrol had been through, and another was on it’s way back. He knew better than to mewl like a kit to the returning patrol, asking if they had seen him, but he couldn’t stop his fur from prickling. He couldn’t weigh reason and anxiety. Rosefang probably wasn’t hurt - but what if he was? [break][break]
He wandered the forest in a haze, and at the trunk of an old gnarled tree he finally caught the tom’s scent - accompanied by rustling up above. His eyes traced up the bark to find none other but the tom himself - and StarClan, he was high. His fur bristled instinctively and he scowled up the tree. “Rosefang--!” He had to bellow to make himself her, and all the birdsong around them fell silent. “What in StarClan’s name are you doing?! Get down here - NOW!!”[break][break]
Rosefang worked the visual in his head over and over, tried to picture the movements he'd have to make to get back to the ground. After a few moments of mental preparation he was about to set about moving, when a sound caught his attention.
Pretty much as soon as he heard rustling underneath him Rosefang could figure out who had found him. A quick scent check confirmed his suspicions.
His body sagged further on the branch in disappointment. Of course Bayfur came to look for him. It wasn't enough the Rosefang had managed to make it past him this morning, the smaller tom would no doubt find a way to wriggle into any trouble affair Rosefang was involved in.
"Believe it or not, I'm not up here because I want to be." He called down to Bayfur, "I was hunting and managed to get myself into a bit of a snag but it's no big deal, really."
Rosefang swished his tail lazily as if to emphasize his nonchalance at the situation. It was a bit performative, but he'd rather Bayfur not notice the anxiety he felt at the moment.
there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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Bayfur lashed his tail anxiously as he circled the base of the tree. “Stuff a squirrel in it,” he snapped back. “How can you be so calm about this?!” Rosefang’s nonchalance certainly wasn’t out of character, but that didn’t soften Bayfur’s scowl. His denmate often behaved like he had a beetle for a brain, and he felt like he was the cat who always dragged him out by the tail. As the two of them got older, Rosefang just got harder and harder to manage. [break][break]
He couldn’t even see up high enough to lead Rosefang out of this mess he’d made. This meant the only way to help Rosefang get down without breaking half the bones in his body would be… going up himself. Not wanting to seem scared, he took in a wavering breath and began his ascent without another word. [break][break]
His tail lashed anxiously as he scrambled onto a branch. This one was thicker than the one Rosefang was stuck in, and was about a fox length away. “Jump down here and dig in your claws,” He ordered. The footholds on the bark from here down were much more obvious. “And once we get to the ground, I’ll decide whether or not to flay your pelt.” [break][break]
Rosefang only sighed and shrugged in response to his friend's nagging. He wasn't that unaffected by the situation, but he imagined any reaction that wasn't screaming and crying for help from the gods was considered underreacting to the more anxious tom.
“It really isn’t that big of a deal, Bayfur, I can get myself down.” That probably wasn’t true but he knew this would end up biting him in the flank one way or another, he may as well try to look like he has everything under control.
Despite this, Rosefang listened to his friend’s instruction, crawling forward (a bit slower than he’d like to admit) before returning to his paws and leaping down to the lower branch. The landing was less than graceful, his weight combined with Bayfur’s caused the branch to sway slightly, but he resisted the instinct to dig his claws in and lower his body closer to the branch. He leaned in closer to Bayfur with a smug expression.
“The day you manage to knock me down in a fight will be the day it rains coconuts. But by all means, lead the way o’ master of squirrels.”
there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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Bayfur met Rosefang's smug gaze with narrowed eyes and ducked away, fur prickling uneasily. He made a show of flattening his ears and lashing his tail as he leapt to the next branch; even though his denmate had the time of his life pressing all his buttons, Bayfur was still relieved to have his friend safe and sound beside him. Still, he didn't want to encourage Rosefang's lack of caution or teasing, so he kept mostly tight-lipped as he lead the way down. [break][break]Finally, there came a point where the tree's high up branches came to an end, and his display of irritation had passed. "I know you have the eyesight of a bat," he said matter-of-factly, "But try putting your paws where I've put mine, and shimmy down the best you can. And don't bumble over your paws!" [break][break]As much as Rosefang liked to say it, Bayfur was no expert at climbing. But his body was small and flexible, which made his descent much easier than his friend's. He hit the ground first, kicking off the bark as soon as he reached a safe distance. He turned to peer up Rosefang, watching to make sure his friend wouldn't slip and break all his bones. But as soon as he hit the ground, he was fair game. [break][break]
As soon as Rosefang hit the ground, Bayfur pounced at him, attempting to catch him off guard and knock him off unsteady paws. He pinned the tom carefully, and his time it was him who leaned in smugly. "I don't see any coconut's raining," he crowed gleefully. "Any more smart words, moss-for-brains?"
Despite his best attempt to make his descent look as effortless as possible, even Rosefang had to admit he was less than graceful on his way down the tree. He took extra care to make sure his paws landed where Bayfur's were only a moment beforehand, but his added bulk made the branches sway slightly with each landing.
The ginger tom relaxed his tense muscles once his feet touched the sandy ground beneath the tree, though he regretted doing so as Bayfur immediately barrelled into him.
Without solid ground to grip onto, Rosefang's paws fell out from beneath him, sending sand flying and his entire body tumbling backwards. Bayfur's paws pinned him carefully, with intent but claws sheathed. Rosefang looked up with a petulant glare at his friend's insufferably self-satisfied expression as he gloated.
"No doubt we'll be dodging some dangerous weather by the end of the day." He purred back playfully, glare dissolving into a matching simper, "But I wouldn't be so smug if I were in your position."
Rosefang surged his weight and kicked his back legs upward in an attempt to unbalance the tom on top of him, intending to push Bayfur off and get back to standing on all four paws, or at least destabilize Bayfur's current position above him.
there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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Any TidalClan cat knew that neither Bayfur nor Rosefang were the brightest of fighters. They were young cats, after all, and were still growing into their paws. But between the two of them, Bayfur was quick to deem himself the brains. After all, his denmate spent most of his days laying around like a slug or maneuvering himself into impossible situations. But even Bayfur had his lapses in judgment; he leaned in closer as Rosefang spoke, grip loosened by his perceived victory. When he processed his friend’s threat, his eyes narrowed -- but it was too late to react. [break][break]
There was no way he could dodge the swift blow delivered to his belly. Bayfur’s claws were dutifully sheathed, so it was easy for Rosefang to shove him away (not that it would’ve been hard either way - but the thought lessened the blow of defeat). Rosefang had ample time to get back on his paws and launch a counter attack. [break][break]
Bayfur’s stomach churned as he rolled away, and he stumbled to his paws, crouching defensively. He knew Rosefang was stronger than him, and he had the upper paw on him in any battle. But if he was anything, he was persistent, and he was hot-headed and impatient. After he had caught his breath, he leapt again - this time a bit more unbalanced. He aimed for his friend’s paws, hoping to unbalance him before jumping onto his back, teeth bared to tug at his scruff.