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.
Nobody was sure where Riptide Beach started or ended. Technically, it was a small strip of sand dividing JungleClan and TidalClan—a subsection of one giant beach. Scent markers could be found near JungleClan trees or deep in TidalClan sand. It was practically impossible to determine how far one should go as long as they could see a swelling riptide if they turned to face the ocean. If two patrols ever ended up here at the same time, conflict would invariably ensue. StarClan forbid if you ever tried to hunt anything in that general area. It was a hassle to police and Rockshade wasn't looking forward to it.
The brown tabby was greeted by a brisk breeze as he sauntered to the shoreline. White sand glittered in the morning light of a new day. He heard the gentle ebb of the sea mix with chirping crickets. It was warmer here. Rockshade enjoyed the atmosphere while he could. No predators or prey, no clanmates or dens. He was with not but his thoughts and the grainy earth. It didn't even occur to him that he forgot to bring a clanmate. Too late now. Rockshade plodded along the beach for a long time, accompanied by his long shadow. His serene walk was cut short as the young warrior stutter stepped. A dark shape was moving towards him with a scent he didn't recognize.
What was there to do? Rockshade figured if he turned around now, he'd look weak. Did he care what some stranger from TidalClan thought of him? No. But then, what if she was going to walk past where he was and leave a scent marker? Rockshade shook his head. He had no choice but to just stand his ground and hope that his new company would stop soon.
The peculiar spotted she-cat was dimly lit in orange sunlight. They called themselves fighters, if he remembered correctly. Odd name. It implied that fighting was the only thing they could do, though he was sure they hunted as well. He didn't think that hard about it. Cats could call themselves whatever they wanted as long as they didn't stick their nose where it didn't belong. What gods they worshipped had nothing to do with respect.
"That's far enough," the tom finally mewed when he realized the she-cat wasn't stopping. "C'mon. I don't feel like fighting today. Leave your marker and go home."
Cactusbloom woke up agitated. Why? Because it was just another morning, serving a useless chief and an even more ignorant deputy. She extended her claws and dug them into the moss of her bedding. Once she was chief, everything would be different. There would be some control. There would be fear of failure instilled into the clanmembers. Huffing restlessly, the she-cat decided to shake off the remaining moss and exit the warrior's den. She glanced back at her bedding, smirking that some poor fledgling would have to remake it today after the sleepless night she had rolling around.[break][break]
Sighing, the she cat blinked her eyes at the bright sunlight streaking through the trees. The camp seemed quieter. But that was to no surprised. Although not as much as Jungleclan, some of Tidalclan's numbers had dropped since their journey to the tribe's island. A sense of sadness swept the clan. Cactusbloom shook the feeling off, sighing rather loudly while continuing towards the jungle. Since the dawn patrol had not left yet, she decided it would be a good time to do her own little sweep of the territory. Her amber eyes scanned the camp, only a few warriors were up already, lounging and chatting before the deputy sent patrols.[break][break]
The she-cat smirked, she didn't need to be told to uphold her duties to the clan; she'd do it all by herself. [break][break]
The long-haired she-cat weaved through the trees, careful not to make too much noise. Though early in the morning, the jungle already teemed with life. Birds of all kinds squawked and flapped above her. The trees hid a lot of the sunlight, so nearing the shore, filled Cactusbloom with dread. Her thick, dark fur attracted the sunlight, making her pant abnormally hard, especially this time of year. Treading through the sand, her paws sank effortlessly in the hot, soft, earth. She breathed in, opening her mouth slightly to scent the air. The saltiness of the ocean relaxed the she-cat, until she caught wind of a fresh unfamiliar cat. [break][break]
Hair standing on end, she crept closer to the border. The scent grew stronger until she heard a warning from the other side. This foolish tom was telling HER to move on? Oh no, Cactusbloom was never told what to do. She glared at the tom, barring her fangs, "Jungleclan clearly doesn't teach you manners during your training, do they? I know where our borders stand. My paws touched them before yours, and will defend them after yours." Amber eyes blazing, she added, "That's too bad though, I woke up rather agitated. Why would the Gods send you to me I wonder?" Her voice was rather venomous. She had no reason to be rude to the tom, but something was jabbing her side this morning. "Still reek of death I see." The she-cat hissed. "How is Ivystar? Still kicking after begging for the savages to save her?" Cactusbloom had no interest in his answer, rather just wanted to assert her dominance over the male.
