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.
Surprise ran through him when he made contact with her, his shove into her chest causing an explosive huff to escape the other's throat. Her stumble backwards as she fell onto the ground was also surprising, but he was still surprised he made contact at all. A playful growl emitted from Toucanstar as she came back up, but Nightscreech was still remarkably shell-shocked that he had made contact with the she-cat. This caused him to let out a shocked warble as the she-cat slithered underneath him, shouldering the tomcat on top of her. A loud whuff escaped him as he was abruptly flung into the air, his body twisting in midair as he collided to the ground and landed on his back with a harsh exhale. That was painful.
Nightscreech shoved himself to his feet, shaking off the pain radiating his his back and returning her playful growl with one of his one. Bright green eyes gleamed playfully, wet black fur sticking up in various messy spikes and causing him to resemble somewhat like a porcupine. "You wanna go?" he murmured as he sank into another crouch, voice high-spirited and an impish smile on his face. "Let's go." He bodily launched himself at the she-cat, attempting to roll over the other and pin her down.
It tasted like rain. Swiping her tongue over her muzzle, Ivytide paused as she exited her den under one of the trees. The ground beneath her wasn't damp, but she could smell it in the air around her. Her claws dug into the soft ground, pulling up a few strands of grass as she stared at a nearby tree contemplatively. The moment her daughter had become her apprentice, she had made a point of pushing her off in the direction of the other apprentices. Later on in the day, the tabby had sought out Laurelpaw's scent and tracked it down to a den where she had made her home.
Blinking owlishly and shaking her head, the deputy pulled herself from her thoughts and inhaled slightly. Where... was.. a-ha! Latching onto the distinct, familiar scent, Ivytide smoothly pulled herself off of her haunches and strode across the jungle floor. Her bright golden eyes gleamed under the treetops, the brown of her pelt rippling across various trunks and apart from the white on her coat, it was difficult to tell whether she was a part of nature or not. Every now and then, the sun would warm her coat.
She paused at the entrance of another den, her nose and tongue having lead her to this spot. Sliding through, the she-cat's eyes automatically scanned the floor with some approval. These nests were relatively fresh, probably because of Laurelpaw being a new addition. Ivytide sought out the diluted form of her daughter, eyes warming as she came to a stop next to her. Almost playfully, the mother aimed a paw to bat at Laurelpaw's ears in order to get her attention. The dark brown tabby continuously tried to bat at her mini clone's side, back, tail, and ears.
"Wake up, Laurelpaw," she murmured, eyes gleaming in the early morning light. "You don't want to be late for your first training session do you? Wake up, my dear, as I'm not going to be this easy on you in your later training."
Water rushed into his mouth, running down the wrong pipe as he heard out a loud call of his name. He spluttered and coughed, choking slightly as his limbs flailed slightly. His face burned, something sinking in his gut as he eyed the tall form of his leader. Claws sinking into the somewhat damp ground as he hauled himself out, Nightscreech shook out his drenched pelt lightly and eyed Toucanstar uncertainly. The energy was still pulsing through his veins, not yet tempered by his foray into leaping off the waterfall ledge.
A spar sounded like a good idea, one that would better exercise his muscles. However, this was Toucanstar. Nightscreech had to strongly suppress the urge to scream at the top of his lungs and flee. He was distinctly wary (if not outright afraid) of his leader. She had the power to pretty much do anything in the Clan. She currently lead them all with a firm paw and tongue, and even thinking of getting on her bad side had the tomcat's mouth and throat go dry. "S-sure."
This would probably end badly, on his end. He wasn't a particularly good fighter. His talents were more towards hunting and some healing. Swallowing down his fear, Nightscreech took a brief step back before launching himself at the leader, head jutted out and ears flattened to attempt to knock her down.
notes post 1! word count 234 defense 14 attack roll FXk1ypbJ1d20+4
Slithering through the entrance of the camp with a wren and lizard in jaw, she flicked her gaze across the camp with an assessing gaze. Not far behind her was fellow warrior Nightscreech, mouth muffled with a large parrot. She dipped her head to him as they deposited their prey among the pile, before turning her attention to the camp. It was as busy as ever, some kits conversing with each other on the side and a pair of apprentices wrestling near the back. Golden eyes carefully sifted through each cat, making sure they were healthy and happy.
Carefully sitting next to a familiar solid brown pelt, the deputy 'hmm'ed slightly at the other's uncertain expression. As a new apprentice of JungleClan, and one that was pretty close with her own children, Ivytide was greatly familiar with Ratpaw. "Good morning, Ratpaw," she greeted familiarly, golden eyes warm as she curled her tail over her paws. It was a nice morning, especially since prey was plentiful in the jungle. She was thinking about taking Laurelpaw to Silverthread Falls to start their battle training. The soft grass there and the pool of water was a good spot for training, especially when it came to fishing.
"How is it being outside of the nursery?" she queried with interest, thoughtfully eyeing Ratpaw. "Everybody treating you okay in there? It can be a little intimidating when you're a new apprentice and barely know what to do." she added kindly, pulling up her paw to run her tongue over it. Rubbing it over her head and swiping her tongue over it again, Ivytide let a faint shiver roll down her spine as she turned her attention to nibbling at a spot on her leg. She paused in mid lick when a sudden thought occurred to her.
Was.. there something between Ratpaw and Laurelpaw?
Nightscreech blinked in bewilderment at the tabby and white coat of the she-cat as she turned to stalk away from him, ears flattened. What had bitten her tail? Was he being too friendly? Shrugging slightly, Nightscreech picked up the two pieces of prey and followed Mantisclaw from a distance, green eyes curious. If they come across Ravenfire again, they should probably make a patrol anyways. Bring back some prey.
The tomcat heaved a silent sigh, the sound muffled by the fledgling and mouse in his mouth. His eyes scanned the colorful foliage around him, quietly shifting into his hunting crouch. Tail weaving an inch over the ground, the tomcat dropped the prey so he could grab something else. Another bird, perhaps? Or a lizard! The black-furred tomcat dug his claws into the ground, ripping up dirt as he tunneled slightly into it. Pushing the prey into the hole, he filled it back up and mentally marked the spot he was in.
He sank into his crouch again, ears perked and swiveling around. Green eyes were wide, jaw parting as he flicked his gaze around the area. Something scuttled over a particularly large tree root, a spotted brown and yellow tail catching his eye. Automatically, he could feel his mouth watering. Exhaling softly, he carefully skirted the root. Nightscreech ignored the dark green leaves dangling down, pushing his way through until he spotted the tail again.
The creature was barely moving, head raised as it basked in a small patch of sunlight that had filtered through the treetops. Paws scraping against the bark, he lunged for it with his claws extended. For a few minutes he wrestled with the slippery lizard, rolling through the underbrush as it struggled from his grasp. "Mousetails!" he swore under his breath as the creature slipped from his paws and went through another bush.
Slithering underneath the leaves and crackling branches, he lunged for it again. His teeth clamped firmly into the neck of his prey, and as he rolled to a stop he noted he was in the same area of Ravenfire and Mantisclaw again.
notes attempt failed LMAO. he's still undeterred! attempts a second time! word count 355
The early morning was quite a sight, the she-cat mused as she stared out over the remains of the two-leg village. The history of their clan was an interesting one, and with so many having ancestry that was out beyond the horizon, the Clan was able to know what precisely these buildings were through their kittypet ancestors. The sky was a dark blue, the stars fading away to allow for the sun to brush against the clouds. As dawn creaked over the skyline, the dusky calico slipped through the sleeping warriors and apprentices, keen yellow eyes picking out their distinct shapes.
There was one feline she was looking for in particular: Tangpaw, her apprentice. Parting her jaw to take in the scents and filtering the unnecessary ones out, Duskleap carefully stepped around the tails and sprawled limbs of her kinsmen. Warm yellow eyes glinted as she spotted the familiar ginger and white form curled into a ball, tail tucked up to her nose. The older she-cat had to stifle a snort of amusement, knowing that she herself liked to sleep that way. Stepping forward and around the apprentice, Duskleap lightly brushed her slightly fluffier tail against the other she-cat.
"Tangpaw," her voice was a whisper as she attempted to coax the other out of deep sleep. "We need to get going."
Distinctly unruffled by the rather salty 'tude of the other two, Nightscreech blinked cheerfully at Mantisclaw. Claws sinking into the ground, he couldn't help the very loud purr that rumbled through him. He just loved being in the jungle. It was just.. so warm. So brightly colored. Framed by the blue sky he could see peeking through the leaves, the sounds around him were intriguing and positively wracking his curiosity to bits. The tomcat's whiskers twitched at Ravenfire's curt tone, and for a moment he wondered if he should be bothered by their current cantankerous mood.
...Nah. In fact, he felt amused by Mantisclaw's scowling face and Ravenfire's curtness.
Nightscreech wasn't done hunting yet, either. So. Shifting slightly, he blinked at Ravenfire as the tomcat sauntered away. Shrugging slightly, he turned to the she-cat and blinked at her. The black-furred tomcat remembered when Mantisclaw was born- he had been just shy of twenty moons. Ravenfire was even younger than her, so.. briefly he wondered why they were so grumpy. They were young yet! They had their whole life ahead of them.
It then occurred to him that maybe Mantisclaw wasn't over the deaths of her father and brother. Hmmm. Green eyes turned calculating as he gazed at Mantisclaw, before 'hmm'ing slightly and staring down the parakeet and mouse at his feet. Ravenfire had asked him to take it back to camp, so he would! Then maybe he would go for a swim over at the falls. His good mood from earlier returned after his brief internalization, and he playfully tried to bump his shoulder against Mantisclaw's.
"Would you like some company? Perhaps trail after Ravenfire and join him?" his eyes glinted playfully. "Orrr, go back to the camp?" It seemed like the younger she-cat needed a friend, and with how she was skulking around the camp, perhaps he might become that friend.
notes nightscreech is undeterred! nightscreech uses friendship attempt! word count 315 words
The rush of adrenaline that flowed in his veins was absolutely electrifying. It was an addicting sensation, one that made him feel high after a particularly enthusiastic run. Especially if his energy was all spent up and he was running back and forth in front of the beach like a demon possessed. Now, he was stretched out between the small ledge as he aimed directly for the water. He crashed into the water, the cool sensation a nice sensation against his fur.
It was pretty hot out today, the falls a silvery sheet that plowed into the water. It roared in his ears, a background noise to his thoughts as he enjoyed the feeling of the water against his fur. It was a really nice day, but the grass was a little wet from the earlier light shower. That wasn't too big of a trouble, he didn't mind his paws getting wet. Maybe if he brought a piece of prey back home on his way back?
It'd be awhile before he left anyways, so mayhap he would grab a mouse or something before getting back in the water. ..Yeah. That sounded nice. His paws cut through the water as Nightscreech slithered over to the rocky banks, looking much like a water snake before he pulled himself out. Black fur plastered against his coat, he reflexively shook it out to free himself of a little water. Legs kicking and tail kinking over his back, he abruptly decided to ignore his rumbling stomach and instead roll on top of the ground and soak in the heat for a minute.
..Nah. He wouldn't go hunting quite yet. Nightscreech circled around to the ledge again, pupils wide as he launched himself off of it again and came crashing back down into the water.
Also, given that he's in an almost perpetual good mood he might irritate Barracuda to no end LOL I can see him purposefully annoying the other just to get a reaction out of him. They might argue and bicker a fair bit. I can see them trying to come up with various insults to antagonize each other LMAO
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Ivytide's mother! Her name is open to interpretation, though I'd greatly prefer if you stick to a plant/flower/tree theme for her prefix! I imagine her to be light brownish/white or maybe a calico. When Ivytide was a kit, she worked together with Elmstream to make her kits respectful citizens of the Clan. So maybe she's a little strict, perhaps formal?
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Ivytide's father! His name is open for interpretation though I would absolutely love it if you kept his name. Reef- is such a cool prefix! His appearance is generally open, though I see him being a dark brown tabby with a little white. He worked together with Elmstream to raise his kits well and hopefully give them an open mind to the Clan. I see him as the more relaxed of the two, though he's equally as strict as his mate.
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Ivytide's younger brother! Born third in the litter, he was a bit of a troublemaker at first when he was a kit and kind of bullied Ivy a little bit because she was the only girl. His appearance and personality are pretty open.
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[attr="class","night"] Ivytide's younger brother! The youngest in the litter, he was a bit of a troublemaker at first when he was a kit and kind of bullied Ivy a little bit because she was the only girl. His appearance and personality are pretty open.
[attr="class","night"] Ivytide's younger brother! Born second in the litter, he was a bit of a troublemaker at first when he was a kit and kind of bullied Ivy a little bit because she was the only girl. His appearance and personality are pretty open.
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Owlheart is Ivytide's mate. Much of their history is written in Ivytide's application, but he's very close to her and their relationship is extremely loving. They should be extremely loyal to each other, as they are both very dedicated to the Clan and their families. Keep in mind that when they first met at each other, they disliked the other on sight. I see him as an argumentative, flamboyant, and rather mischievous tom, but he is fiercely loyal, sweet, and open. I require that he's argumentative, a little mischievous, and very loyal, but otherwise it's up to you. I see him as a brown tabby cat, but feel free to go with another appearance.
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Ivytide's oldest daughter and apprentice. Personality and name are open. I see her as having a lot of white, but also keep in mind the appearance of whoever takes Owlheart! I'd like to keep the name Laurel- because it's just so cute, but if you have to change it, can it be in the flower/plant/tree theme? TAKEN BY Artemis
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Ivytide's middle daughter. Personality and name are open. I see her as having a lot of brown, but also keep in mind the appearance of whoever takes Owlheart! I'd like to keep the name Kite- because it's just so cute, but if you have to change it, can it be in the bird theme? TAKEN BY Vin
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Ivytide's youngest daughter. Personality and name are open. I see her as being primarily white, but also keep in mind the appearance of whoever takes Owlheart! I'd like to keep the name Heron- because it's just so cute, but if you have to change it, can it be in the bird theme?
Description sentence: A large, lanky brown tabby she-cat with white and bright golden eyes.
Appearance: Large, with long legs and a long tail, Ivytide is lanky. Her confident gait isn't particularly loud in her declarations, but it's pretty obvious that she is extremely comfortable with herself and her abilities. She has medium-length fur, more on the shorter side than longer. It can be a little tufty in spots around her ears, legs, and tail, but it isn't so long that it can get snagged in branches. She has a dark brown coat, with black striping itself across her body. She has a little bite of white above her nose that wraps around to her white throat. The white throat extends down her belly. She has a white tail tip, along with white paws. The white on her throat wraps around her neck to asymmetrical points on either side. Her almond-shaped eyes are a bright golden shade.
Personality: + Logical -- Ivytide likes to listen to all sides of an argument, and as a warrior she would often list the pros and cons to herself of each choice before coming to her own opinon. She enjoys debating, especially when it comes to nonsensical things. When it comes to the safety of her fellow clanmates and decisions regarding the Clan as a whole, she becomes serious and attempts to be as unbiased as possible. However, if she choses to take a side over another, she is sometimes seen as biased and is uncomfortable when they accuse her of it. Therefore she greatly prefers to come up with a compromise. If there can't be a compromise, she does her best to adapt to the situation.
+ Loyal -- Ivytide is extremely steadfast in her relationships. She is not one to cheat on her mate or be treacherous to the Clan. In fact, the very thought of doing so makes her ill. She likes to think of herself as steady as the ground beneath her feet, unable to be shaken much. She is so loyal, that if it comes to others trying to get information out of her, it'll be like trying to get a whale to listen to them.
+ Thoughtful -- When it comes to her family, Clanmates, and friends, Ivytide is willing to give an ear to listen to them. Whether they want to complain about their loss of prey while hunting or something more serious, she is willing to give advice from her own experience. If she does not understand a situation, she puts herself in their paws and ponders on what she would do before tentatively telling them what she would do in their paws.
- Pessimistic -- For her belief in StarClan and tentative belief in the Gods, Ivytide is surprisingly pessimistic. Even though she thinks through everything for a well-thought out response, she has a tendency to overcomplicate everything and she puts so much into it that she believes the worst will happen. Even in debates this happens, and others may get a little irritated by the way she puts too much stock in that things will go wrong. Her negative view can be somewhat penetrated by someone else's optimism, but she may end up bickering with them in the end.
- Blunt -- Ivytide prefers the truth to lying, but she does so in a way that it can be damaging or gets her into a mess of epic proportions. She isn't quite aware that she's hurting someone, as being lied to is an alien concept. She doesn't understand that some might want to be gentle with her information, as it just confuses her and makes her disconcerted. She can be very forward with her information, not really caring who hears it because it might be pertinent to that cat as well. Ivytide will get frustrated if someone tells her to be careful, she doesn't believe in babying others.
- Temperamental -- Able to be provoked easily, Ivytide can become irritated or frustrated at a mere word or simple situation. She'll take out those frustrations by being short with others until she calms down and apologizes. She always apologizes when she takes it out on others. Just as she's able to be agitated, she can become excited or anxious without effort. When excited she'll bounce around like a kit and crowing eagerly about something. When anxious, she'll fret and pace and constantly ask herself questions before answering them herself.
History: kithood Ivykit and her siblings were born nine moons after the volcano eruption. The only she-cat among three brothers, as a kit she was often told by her brothers that as a girl she wasn't as strong as them. In fact, her mother and father stamped that belief out as quick as possible, by scolding them furiously and putting them in time out. After moons of exhausting themselves and trying to practically beat multiple lessons into all of their heads (Ivykit not excluded, much to her consternation), they managed to make respectful, determined, and helpful kits. Two moons into their lives, they browbeat a healthy respect of she-cats into their boys.
At approximately three moons old, Ivykit was wrestling with her brothers and chasing them around camp as they teased her playfully. Sometimes they got in trouble with the warriors and apprentices, but what kits didn't get in trouble? As a kit, Ivykit was confident and prideful. That lasted until she became an apprentice. At five moons, she met Owlpaw, an older apprentice that she disliked on sight. The moon before her apprentice ceremony, whenever they came face to face they would bicker and almost come to blows over debates.
apprenticehood
The very first day of being an apprentice, Ivypaw's mentor Lilynose practically beat the first lesson of being a JungleClan cat into her. She learned very early on to drop her pride and get over it. She's still quite temperamental, but she manages it well by forcing herself to count to 10 and ask herself if she wants to really make a big deal out of things. The one thing she got from her mentor was her pessimism and blunt way of doing things. Lilynose would tell her straight up if she was terrible at something, and give her an alternate way of doing things. Ivypaw's parents also told her the truth about a lot of things, though they usually hemmed and hawed about it.
Ivypaw's and Owlpaw's debates and bickering grew to an all-time high. Though this time now that she was an apprentice, she sparred with him and went hunting with him often. Lilynose and his own mentor forced them to interact to get along more, but it seemed to only get worse over time. Every time they sparred, Ivypaw learned something new about the other and he learned more about her. About four months after being an apprentice, Owlpaw became Owlheart and Ivypaw was soon left with a gap in her life. It was this separation that made her think about their relationship and over this, she wondered when their bickering had turned to teasing and fun times rather than be rivals.
Even though she was close with her parents and siblings, she was entirely too aware of the space that Owlheart left behind. For a few days she floundered in training, but she got back to her paws and threw herself into training. Lilynose worked hard on shaping Ivypaw to be a great she-cat and warrior, dragging her out in the middle of the night to do some midnight hunting or sparring. Over the course of her apprenticeship, Ivypaw got used to sleeping sleeping lightly and jumping to her paws at a moment's notice. It's not to say that she barely got any sleep (at first she did) but her internal clock adjusted and she can sleep fully for only a couple of hours before getting on her feet and working for the next sixteen hours before sleeping for another few hours again.
Near the end of her apprenticeship, Lilynose gave Ivypaw the terms of her assessment. She would spend a week in Toucan Jungle, circling around the territory in a clockwise direction to Silverthread Falls, making her way to the Cove and finally Blacksand Beech, where she would meet up with her mentor. Suffice to say, she did well.
warriorhood
At sixteen moons, Ivytide's name comes from her temperament and her steadfast loyalty to the Clan. A few moons into her routine, Owlheart took her out by the Silverthread Falls and asked her to be his mate. She was a little hesitant at first, as she wanted to get settled as a warrior first. She told him she was willing to wait a few more moons, but she wanted to get settled first. If he asked her in about six moons, she wouldn't say no if he would wait.
Though obviously disappointed, he agreed. The next six months, Ivytide settled smoothly into the life of a warrior. She grew closer to Owlheart, drawing in a few other cats to their debates and giving the she-cat more to think about. She thoroughly enjoyed interacting with her clanmates. About two months into their agreement, it seemed as if Owlheart had gotten impatient with their pact. He started flirting with another she-cat, one of his other close friends.
Ivytide seethed in jealousy for a good moon, slowly becoming short with Owlheart until they were all but yelling at each other again. She was frustrated that he was seemingly breaking their promise to each other, that he was so impatient to find another she-cat to start a family. She was staggered when she confronted him after a moon of his flirting, as it turned out that he wanted to make her jealous so that they could become mates faster.
That made her absolutely infuriated, and she ended up sparring with the two several times and figuratively beating them into the dust until they got her point. If he had been so impatient, why didn't he tell her? He didn't need to go to such lengths to get her attention. Regardless, she agreed to be his mate. Ivytide was twenty-six moons at the end of this debacle. Nothing much happened between the two over the next ten moons, though she had told Owlheart she didn't want kits quite yet. She was young and she wanted to enjoy being a warrior before having kits. Ivytide was not opposed to starting a family, but he would have to wait as a consequence of the stunt he pulled with his other friend.
The she-cat was thirty-three moons old when she found she was pregnant. While she moped and groaned goodnaturedly with Owlheart, she didn't mind. Being that both of them were fairly large cats, though Owlheart was muscular instead of being lanky, the birth of her three daughters went smoothly. Laurelkit was the eldest, named for the tradition in her mother's family for naming their eldest after plants. Kitekit and Heronkit were named by Owlheart, his own family having a strict bird-only naming tradition. She raised them how her parents raised her: strict, but loving and firm in her loyalty.
Upon their apprenticehood and her 43rd moon, Ivytide became mentor to her eldest daughter, Laurelpaw.
The vivid green visage around him was busy. Every now and then he would see flashes of red, green, yellow, and blue as the birds flitted about. Vaguely round, naked faces and long tails dropped from twisting branches, occasionally joining him on the ground. The absolute racket that the jungle was abundant in didn't seem to be lessening in the slightest, which was good for Nightscreech. He was currently slowly crawling forward, his thin black ears and whiskers quivering as his eyes trained on a mouse nibbling on something. Tail tip flicking, the tomcat paid the barest of attention to the area around him, instead choosing to hone in on his self-appointed task.
Admittedly, he was an easily bored tomcat. Which saw him exploring the territory often and swimming around in the river that was located at the base of the falls, or hunting for the Clan. This was one of those other days that saw him hunting, choosing to go on the ground instead of up in the trees. Nightscreech was a terrible climber, and he knew that he could hurt himself if he did so want to climb. With a faint wiggle of his haunches and pause, the black tomcat lurched forward in a leaping pounce, teeth flashing and claws extending as he pinned down a frantically squealing mouse.
Snapping its neck with a twist of his jaw, Nightscreech maintained his pleased expression as he scooped it up in his jaws and padded forward. Only to still slightly at seeing a familiar dark gray tabby pelt, green eyes lighting up as he bounded forward to greet the younger tomcat. "Hi, Ravenfire!" he chirped around the mouse's tail as he approached the other tomcat from the side. He didn't notice the rustling above them as he greeted his Clanmate. "Good hunting?" he queried, glancing over the parakeet chick in the other's jaws.
notes -drops in- hope you don't mind me joining you guys! LMAO nightscreech isn't very much of a grump. it's not in his character. word count 315
Description sentence: A medium-sized, lanky dilute calico with yellow eyes.
Appearance: Duskleap is neither large, nor small in that she's a perfectly average frame. She has a thin, long and lanky frame that is useful in situations that require great agility and speed. What she makes up for stamina, she excels in an endurance. Due to not having particularly long limbs, she tires easily. Large ears and long whiskers help when hunting, giving her means to come up with different means to take down her prey and sometimes enemies. She is short-furred, with slightly longer fur around her paws and tail. Her base coat color is a warm gray, with diluted cream and white patches splattering her pelt. Upturned eyes are a warm yellow with a slightly orange-y tint.
Personality: Duskleap is very, very clean. She prides herself on her grooming sessions, which she has at least three times a day. She's generally very meticulous when it comes to her schedule and her appearance, and if she's ever late to something she really beats herself up about it. She also enjoys organizing and cleaning things, but can be a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to it. Her reserved nature sees that Duskleap doesn't speak often. In fact, she rather prefers that she keeps her opinion to herself, as she doesn't like having others spit fire in her face. There's also that she genuinely doesn't like to talk and she wants to be away from everyone for awhile. The warrior can be very innovative, coming up with ideas on the fly and implementing certain ones in her fighting and hunting styles. Occasionally, she'll go around the camp, silently looking at the walls and.. wondering.
Complaining is something that Duskleap abhors. If she's given a job or is told to go fetch something, she does it immediately and silently. There is no complaint, as she believes that whining and making a fuss is a waste of breath and activity. Might as well get it all done when she can, especially when she was an apprentice with her very very impatient mentor. Lying is almost second nature to her, as she's been doing it since she was small. She masks the little white lies in what is mostly truth, often exaggerating things or coming up with things that are simply untrue. Rarely she will completely make up a story, purposefully making it seem as true and real as possible. At the same time she is very calculating; always watching and always waiting. She's extremely calm and patient, and is willing to wait for what seems like forever for something to occur.
While she can be extremely determined to see things through and get them out of the way, she is also aloof. Where she is reserved in that she doesn't like talking and prefers to be on her own, she keeps herself at a tail's length away from her clanmates. She is relatively cool in communicating with others, neither expressing dislike or like for them. For all her dislike of socializing, she is fairly close to her siblings and is remarkably family-oriented. She enjoys being around them and feels relatively content when they get together.
As the eldest of three siblings, Duskkit often found herself watching over her two younger siblings as they played. Seldom did she join in herself, as even when she was young it was fairly obvious she would be an antisocial she-cat as a warrior. She was quiet, always watching and always making mental notes of situations. Her mother's doting on Tinykit served its purpose well, a distraction from having to watch over her eldest daughter. Occasionally, Duskkit would stare blankfaced as Coralnose scolded her for not keeping more of an eye on Tinykit, but she never kept it in mind. She started out protective of Tinykit and her other sibling, though as the moons passed she found herself drawing away from them to instead observe the comings and goings of camp life.
apprenticehood
Duskpaw's apprenticeship received little fanfare, as not long after she gained Waterheart as a mentor her mother passed away. She grew closer to her siblings as a result, as close as they were as kits before Duskpaw decided to pull away. Even then, Tinypaw was a bossy little apprentice as they trained. Duskpaw, unwilling to tell her sister off, would always smile softly at her. It became more apparent that Driftpaw was a fighter as they grew, his roughhousing and tumbling around with other apprentices distinctly obvious. Though Tinypaw's ambition was something that Duskpaw had her eye on, as the leadership her sister displayed made her slightly wary. For all her silver tongue in lying, she was not a good politician.
warriorhood
After receiving her warrior name, Duskleap was not surprised when Tinyfin became deputy not long after their ceremony. Not surprised at all. The warrior still kept an eye on her siblings, though at this point she was a little wary of Tinyfin as her status as deputy. She kept an eye on what she said to her little sister, making sure that she didn't give her true thoughts. Of course, she was proud of her sister! She just didn't trust Coconutstar and his decisions. Tinyfin was still remarkably young, and still is! Duskleap can see the stars dancing in her sister's paws, and she isn't sure what to make of it.