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.
Early morning hunting patrol was the perfect thing to get the day started. Waiting at the entrance, she was ready to get work rather than just sit around all day. Night patrols as of now where for crybabies who couldn't take the heat. She was always smokin' hot regardless of what time of day. This heat was nothing to be afraid of or complain about but the same couldn't be said about her temper. It was flaring at this point. I hate being late. She had been expected rag-tag tom to join her on this event called Barracuda something but he didn't show.
Possible sleeping his nest like a guppy. Ugh. It look she would have give him a friendly reminder to wake up and there is work too. The molly stroll back into the den only to see the tom was awake or just got up either which wasn't going to chance how ticked of her was. "Good, your wake. Be glad, I don't have wake to you myself." That surely was have been unpleasant but had no time for his nonsense. There was just too be done and done right.
"Let's go, not time for breakfast. Don't whine, I didn't get any either" Since when she even get first thing. Brain fuel pfft. It's a brain fart! She learned to cope little to no prey a longtime ago. Just in case a need like that should arise. Brindlebear wanted to prepared for anything life thrown at her unlike her past naive self. Would the tom be the same or was just the average one? "I'll expect you at the tree just outside of camp. You have a few minutes to groom yourself. Enjoy them and don't be late. This time. Bye."
He had to look even little decent representing his clan at all but that was that. Finally out of camp within the fresh air. It made her feel at peace even for moment. Better than musky scent of sweating cats by a landslide. As Brindlebear said before she say down by the tree enjoying the moment of tranquility while it last. This would going to be a long patrol.
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Barracudabite had been assigned to the dawn patrol, but when he woke up the sun hadn't even begun to filter through the canopy of trees above. His blue eyes blinked in the dimness of the warrior's den as he tried to figure out what time it was. Judging by the heavy sounds of deep sleep surrounding him, it was still far too early to even consider getting up. So, he did what anyone would have done - he curled himself up again tightly, and drifted into a light slumber to pass the remaining few hours.
[break][break]His sleep was interrupted again when he was jolted awake by the dawn light creeping into the den. He was about to get to his feet when another warrior brushed in, her hulking frame radiating annoyance. Brindlebear. He didn't know the she very well, but he did know she was a force to be reckoned with. Her words to him were immediately hostile, and it didn't sound as if she wanted to hear any excuses he may or may not have. Under her standards, he was late. Under clan standards, he was right on time.
[break][break]The silvery tom narrowed his blue eyes at her, glaring at her down his angular muzzle. "I'm rather capable of figuring out whether I have time for breakfast or if I need a grooming all by myself, thanks," He retorted, his voice cold. He wasn't in the greatest of moods most mornings, but being spoken down to so early before the day even started added an extra damper to his attitude.
[break][break]She turned to leave, and for a moment Barracudabite just stared where she exited. It was going to be a horribly long patrol if he had to put up with her the whole time. Rolling his eyes, he got to his paws - giving his chest a few self conscious licks before exiting the den. As he walked through camp he saw Brindlebear had settled down by a tree. The tom made his way towards her, staring at her quietly as if daring her to make another nasty comment in his direction. "Sitting around now, are we? Now you're the one who is late." He snorted.
Sure, you do are and cats can fly. She didn't respond to him which have been a little silent victory but it was rather from over. He was going to get up out to patrol or by Starclan's Grace she'll brag him by his neck she if had too. You woke up late and that is that! The shorthair focused on land around for a moment. The peace birds with the trees and the cooling breeze trying to cold her bitter mood. "Sitting around now, are we? Now you're the one who is late." So much for that! Brindlebear got up with a second thought and practically shove her head up at his. Did he think she was to just sit there and take it? Did look like she was born yesterday? Barracudabite might be taller and and bigger and yet there was not a single drop of fear was distill in her eyes.
She has a short fuse and the tom just or happen to be trigger it. If it's a battle he wanted it's a battle he gets! "Little fish." She began. "Don't whine like a guppy over your mistake and take like tom. If you never are tom one that is." A faint smirk appeared. Oh she was going to enjoy making this patrol a living hell for him. He want to rumble right? Fine then! She would give him a good show!
"Just because apprentices get their warrior names don't mean they really earn them. Some still there childish and petty even such a ceremony. Do I see a shine example or do you care to prove me wrong?" The sickly sweet almost innocent but it she knew it would fool the likes of him. Little fish was smart to some degree! Today just keep getting better and better!
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