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.
o say that Smokepaw was bad at what a Fighter did was like calling the ocean a very wet place. To give the Fledgling a bit of credit, he had memorized the territory around his home very well, and was starting to get a feel for where prey would tend to stick around. He was very good at locating prey.
Unfortunately, his weaknesses were far, far greater in consequence. At this moment, he was chasing after a lizard.
He really had tried to sneak up on it- really, he did! He thought he had done all the things his mentor had told him to! But, unfortunately, his fur, his paws, his general everything about him seemed to alert the small creature, and it had taken off. Not wanting to go back to his mentor empty-handed, he yowled and started to run after it.
The pounding of his paws onto the sand of the beach sprayed sand everywhere, and he had to keep his head up and start to breathe through his nose. He was not having a good time. The lizard seemed to be slipping further and further away, and Smokepaw was only getting more and more sand flecks into his fur.
He was about to continue running when his eyes drifted from his prey for a moment and recognized where he was. Trees sprouted up from his left, swaying in the wind that he left behind. To his right was water, and it was rather close. He was at Riptide Beach. Which mean he was approaching the Jungleclan border.
He slammed his paws into the ground, and this time, he didn't pick them up immediately. Sand sprayed in front of him, and he closed his eyes, now able to take in the salty scent... and also the disappearing scent of the lizard running across the border.
This wasn't what he was hoping for. He opened his eyes and let himself stare mournfully across the border, imagining wistfully for a moment that he had managed to sneak up on the lizard and catch it for Tidalclan.
Lemonpaw sniffed the air, trying to catch a scent of Snowwhisker. She could already smell the salty tang of the ocean and the scent of Tidal Clan. She was almost at the border. A sigh escaped her mouth. At least he hadn’t gone over the border.
The ginger tabby almost jumped in fright when she saw a lizard that ran at her. Without hesitation, she jumped on it and caught it. It smelled of TidalClan. Had someone missed their catch? She knew the pain of having her own catch run off. Picking up the lizard, she padded into viewpoint of the border and noticed a dark tom, sulking. She could tell he was young, a new apprentice?
She was a month into her apprenticeship as well and she remembered how discouraged she was until Snowwhisker managed to catch a tapeti and had given it to her so she could claim it as her own. She remembered how impressive and fast the ton had been.
Now she had a chance to help someone like he had helped her! Excitement tingled at her paws and she padded over to the border, the sunlight making her fur practically glow.
The she-cat tossed the lizard over the border and let out a yell to catch his attention. “That yours?”
mokepaw was now staring over his fur. His short, black fur was now covered in sand. Getting that out would take a walk... and he was likely going to avoid Bayfur while he was at it. He enjoyed his mentor, he just didn't want to disappoint him.
He had given up on the lizard. He was told that it wasn't okay to go over the border for a catch you were chasing, so here he was, obeying that order. He let the scent of prey drift out of his mouth, and instead, he started contemplating where to go next. The Sea of Grass was nice, but he wasn't the best with running. The Coconut Trail was probably a better option, but he hadn't really perfected stealth yet.
Any of those two would be better than what he failed to do today, though. So he got to his paws, and-
The lizard he had just been chasing plopped into the sand in front of him, and he startled a bit, light green eyes darting up to catch the sight of whoever threw this back at him.
A long, orange pelt, hazel eyes, and slightly big paws caught his attention the most- was this a Jungleclan Fledgling? He quickly scented the air, confirming by the strengthened Jungleclan scent that, yes, this was one of Jungleclan's Fledglings. He glanced down at the lizard again, then back up to Lemonpaw.
"I was chasing it, yes..." He said, getting to his paws again. He put a paw forward and placed it on the lizard, confirming that yep, it was dead. "But you caught it, so it should be yours."
He hooked the lizard with his claws and, not taking no for an answer, tossed it back over the border.
Lemonpaw frowned. Had she did something wrong? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy and accepting of the lizard? She did it just like Snowwhisker did? Or maybe he did something different? She looked down at the lizard and let out a scoff.
“There is no way I’m taking a puny thing like this into Clan.” She tossed it back over. “And I’m on a very important mission anyways. It will just get forgotten.”
She knew it was foolish turning her nose up at prey. She did it though. What reputable cat would eat lizard when they could have a nice, juicy finch or something? She hated the taste of lizard anyways. And frog. And toad.
“Just take it. I mean, TidalClan probably needs it more than JungleClan anyways.” Couldn’t he see how giving she was. This definitely made JungleClan better as a whole. Wait until she told Snowwhisker. Wait until she told Guavacloud! He would have to praise her and maybe she wouldn’t be scolded for leaving camp without his permission.
She was reminded of her task before she stopped to chat. Her ears flicked when she decided she was in over her own head and needed to ask for help. “Actually, in exchange, could you tell me you if you’ve seen a fluffy white tom? He’s hard to miss. He looks like a cloud!”
he black cat couldn't help the frown from slipping onto his face when the other cat frowned. He couldn't help but feel nervous. She was the one who caught it- he was the one who had let it run into there in the first place. The person who caught it got it, right?
As Lemonpaw scoffed and sent back the lizard, Smokepaw decided it was time that he not push it anymore. It was one more piece of prey for Tidalclan, which he would admit she had a point for his clan needing it just a bit more. Or him. Both would work. He would appreciate this gift.
But the mention of an important mission... Smokepaw's ears flicked up slightly at Lemonpaw's request. A fluffy white tom? That's all she wanted to know in exchange? Well, he was going to tell her the truth.
"...I had just arrived here when the lizard got away." He admitted, a nervous smile taking over his face. "Haven't seen another cat beside my mentor and you."
He was rather curious about the other cat. She called looking for this cat important, which mean that she must've been worried about him. "Why are you looking for him? I can see if I can help in some other way!"
Lemonpaw’s eyes lit up. There was some disappointment that she would need to ask for help but at the same time, she could brag about the amazingness of Snowwhisker. “That would be great!”
She realized that she hasn’t introduced herself. She sat up, chest out. “The name is Lemonpaw by the way. What’s yours?”
“I’m looking for a cat named Snowwhisker. He’s fluffy...about um...well, he’s a little bigger than me, but he’s kinda small. Not that is a bad thing! He’s really good at running. Like! He’s as fast as a tapeti!” She huffed as if daring the younger to say anything bad about her friend.
“Anyways, I’m looking for him because well, he’s been missing for two sunrise now. No, not missing!” She corrected herself. She couldn’t let anyone get the wrong impression about Snowwhisker after all. “Sometimes he gets caught up in finding new things and discoveries and loses track of time. Because he’s super smart, almost a genius.”
“I’m looking for him since I know some of his favorite places. He’s testing me. So I get better at tracking, like him! He’s the best tracker ever! He’s even really good at disguising his own scents!” She peered close to see if the dark colored tom was amazed. Anyone would, right? Maybe he would even be intimidated by such an amazing cat.
he tom's mouth twisted upwards into a smile at the acceptance of his help. Even if it was partly because she wouldn't accept the lizard back and now she was accepting this, he was glad to help in any way! Besides, he could help look for a cat.
When she readjusted herself, fur shimmering slightly in the sunlight, he blinked. He was subconsciously aware that he still had flecks of sand in his black fur, and adjusted his stance so at least the sand wasn't visible to her. Hopefully. Upon hearing her name, he beamed.
"Lemonpaw is a lovely name." Sounds like a name he would hear from a clanmate, if he was being honest. "I'm Smokepaw! It's a pleasure to meet you." Can never stop being polite, Smokepaw.
He listened to Lemonpaw as she talked and talked about Snowwhisker. He didn't want to respond at any point during her little admiration fueled rant. Smokepaw found it inspiring. For another Fledgling to regard a Fighter in such a friendly way? He hoped he could form such a bond someday. For now, he just smiled and nodded.
Super fast... super fluffy... Loves to explore and discover and is a genius tracker? Can hide his own scent? Would it be cheating to try and ask Snowwhisker to teach him how to hide his scent? Maybe that's what is off about Smokepaw's hunting skills- his scent was as large as he was.
When Lemonpaw looked closer, Smokepaw was beaming, tail disturbing the sand behind him as it swished back and forth. "That's admirable! Sounds like he's an amazing friend!" He'll ignore the fact that he's been 'missing' for two days. Probably a new training method in Jungleclan.
"Well... something I know I'm good at? I can see things well." It was just acting on what he saw that would be a problem. So he approached the border, getting only close enough for his paws to barely touch the scent marker, and let his green eyes scan the grass and beach behind Lemonpaw.
A fluffy white cat would likely leave behind fluffy white hair, which meant finding him was a matter of... Hm. He glanced to Lemonpaw, smiling. "His pelt color should make it a bit harder for him to hide. There are bushes in your Jungle, yes?"
Lemonpaw was surprised when Smokepaw came closer. “Smokepaw? That’s so cool. Lemonpaw sounds just...I don’t know. I wish I had a stronger name.” After all, she was going to be the strongest warrior in all of JungleClan.
Her ear twitched at the comment about Snowwhisker’s fur. “Well, he doesn’t really hunt too much. The other cats are just not good enough so they don’t let him go on hunting patrols.” To an outsider, it would sound like the cats were intimidated by Snowwhisker’s skill while Lemonpaw meant that one day she would become such a great hunter that she would totally make sure that Snowwhisker’s blunders wouldn’t stop her from catching any prey.
She wouldn’t let him become an excuse for a hungry belly. Not while she knew he always tried his best.
“But he’s fast. A more open territory suits him. That way, his prey can’t escape.” She looked around. “You can see well? That’s good. I mean, I have a special skill too.” She paused to think. “I can hide super duper well when I need too.”
Suddenly a worried look crossed her face. “Though I am worried that he hasn’t eaten. He’s super strict about not eating any prey he catches on his hunting trips.”
mokepaw let his eyes look at Lemonpaw for a moment. "I think Lemonpaw is a fine name!" He smiled, sitting down where he was. "Whenever you are done with your training, you get a new name, and I think that's when your true personality shines through your name." Even if Lemonpaw wasn't a good name now, a warrior name that demonstrated what you really were appealed to Smokepaw.
That was still moons away, but it was something he thought about.
He let his eyes go back to scanning the territory, listening to Lemonpaw talk. The orange cat loved to do so, didn't she? He liked to listen to cats, so that was good for him. He took in the information Lemonpaw was sprouting at him, and continued to observe the land beyond her.
The eating thing made Smokepaw frown. If he was missing, then... That would be bad for Snowwhisker. Smokepaw knew there was a rule against eating what you hunt right away, but if Snowwhisker hadn't been in camp for a few days...
He turned his head back to Lemonpaw. "That's worrying. Means you have to find him as soon as possible, yeah?" He glanced back at the territory. "I don't see anything here, but I do have advice... if you'll take it, I mean." He didn't want to offer help to someone who didn't want it. That would be rude!
Lemonpaw’s fur bristled a bit at the thought of taking advice from someone younger than her. If any of the other apprentices knew she were talking to a TidalClan cat, much less taking advice, they would tease her, especially Plumpaw.
But what would Snowwhisker do in her situation. Her ear twitched when she remembered that Snowwhisker was always accepting advice, even from cats younger than him.
She bet that if he were here instead of her, he would be accepting advice from Smokepaw. Because he knew it would be better to throw away his pride than have one of his Clanmates be in danger.
Lemonpaw decided that she would give Smokepaw a chance. He owed her the lizard after all and advice was harmless, right? It wasn’t like he had any malicious intentions.
Lemonpaw gave her chest a few thoughtful licks, willing her fur to lie flat. “Alright! So what’s your advice?” she asked. Hopefully he wouldn’t tell her anything stupid like telling the camp. Because there was no way Ivystar would send out a search patrol for Snowwhisker. Not unless he was gone for longer.
It wasn’t the first time he’s gone missing for days on end. It’s just the first time Lemonpaw has been apprenticed while it has happen.
h! So she accepted it! He was glad to help, so he ignored her signs that she might be a little peeved about accepting help from him and rose his head up a little.
"While he may be good at hiding his scent," He started, eyes gleaming, "Sometimes your fur can get in the way of hiding well!" He knew that sometimes the prey saw his black fur while he was in the sunlight, so he spoke from experience. "You can look at bushes in your territory- look at them close! Maybe he accidentally left some white fur behind on some of them."
After the advice has been handed out, he slumps back down, still smiling at Lemonpaw. "I hope that can help you." He wasn't sure what other advice to give.
It was a smart thought but what if we was in TidalClan territory. His scent was faded here, it had led her there. The thought that he may have gotten caught scared her. She knew he would never be caught in the water but Smokepaw would have definitely told her if he’d seen Snowwhisker, right?
Lemonpaw sighed but smiled. “Thanks. I’ll try doing that.” Maybe he tricked and disguised his scent. She just just hope he wasn’t lost again. “If you see him, can you point him in the right direction? He’s a bit challenged when it comes to...territories. Directionally challenged.”
The she-cat turned to run off in the direction she came. She would need to find white fur, her senses now hyper-focused. “Bye Smokepaw!” She yowled before running off.
“Oh how energetic. I wish I could have caught up to say hi to her.” The voice came from another part of trees. A fluffy white tom emerged from the trees that rested on TidalClan territory. He didn’t smell like JungleClan, well, he did. Faintly. But he mostly smelled like herbs and berries.
His movements were clumsy and voice loud. He did look hungry. “Hopefully, I can catch up. I’ve been looking for camp for...how long has it been?” There was no panic in his tone, instead flippant, casual as though he weren’t sitting on the border.
t became apparent to Smokepaw, a few moments after Lemonpaw's sentence had finished, that he had no idea where the Jungleclan camp was. Why would he? He was just a chubby little black cat from Tidalclan. But he wasn't able to voice his grievances- Lemonpaw had dashed off in the other direction.
Hm. Had he gained a friend today? On the day of a gathering, would he look out for her? He didn't know, but he was going to try and assure himself to a 'yes' on that front. He loved friends, loved supporting them, and he had just supported Lemonpaw. Yeah, she was a friend.
He got to his paws and leaned down to grab the lizard, only for loud pawsteps to come to his left- from his side of the border. He jumped, sending the lizard skidding through the sand. He stared over at his opposite- big, white, fluffy, rather than small, black, short-furred. This was... Snowwhisker? He barely smelled of Jungleclan, but because of Lemonpaw on the other side of the border...
Well, he would forgive Snowwhisker for being on this side of the border, but it was a little scary how he got over the border without Smokepaw realizing a Jungleclan cat was over.
Right. Snowwhisker's statement.
He pointed a paw at the jungle across the border. "It's probably that way. Lemonpaw is looking for you." That's what she meant by point him the right direction, right?
Snowwhisker thought that Lemonpaw’s new friend was adorable. He could still see the kit fur and he chuckled. He could sense the others fear and he lowered himself to the ground to make himself look more harmless.
His ears flicked and he got closer to the apprentice, no, he believed they were called fledglings. The dark tom’s voice was so soft, it was hard to hear him. “I’m sorry! Can you repeat that? I don’t have the best ears.” His voice was loud, words slurred.
He knew that Lemonpaw had probably been looking for him. He didn’t blame her but he wished she and Losteye would stop treating him like a kit.
He was glad the fledgling seemed friendly. He didn’t feel like being attacked. Though he knew he should get back on his own territory before he was seen by a TidalClan border patrol.
m. This cat just crouched in front of him. The surprise wiped away some of the confusion from Snowwhisker being on Tidalclan territory, but it returned in why he would do that. Probably more of what made him likable. Smokepaw's smile returned to his face. He must've been trying to make himself look smaller! How good of the Jungleclan Fighter.
At Snowwhisker's words, Smokepaw paused. Couldn't hear? But Smokepaw thought he spoke up just fine. His mentor could hear him just fine... Well, whatever. This cat probably just had some lost hearing from being in Jungleclan.
He coughed, trying to make himself louder. "That way." He pointed across the border again. "The trees that your clan lives in are that way." He smiled again, hoping that it helped the Fighter. "Lemonpaw was looking for you, too."
