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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
Snowwhisker has been told to stay in camp again. He had woken up late and groomed himself until his fur was flawless, but now his belly aches with hunger. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to eat any fresh kill even if there was any, not with Mothflight’s teaching in his ears. Instead the tom scanned the camp, looking for some company.
He spotted Caddispaw, a newly named apprentice. He liked talking to the young ones before they grew up to mock and spite him for his lack of abilities. The snow white tom made sure Losteye wasn’t around. He believed she went on border patrol or a hunting party. Eveningclaw and Nightwhisper were also out so he wouldn’t have to worry about either of them.
He made his way over. “Why the sour face?” His voice was loud and a few cats stared at the two but realized it was only Snowwhisker who found someone to annoy. “Wait! Let me guess. Are you also bored?”
He barely let the other get a word in before sitting down beside him. “Me too. I thought for sure things would be different when I became a warrior but ugh, I’m still being treated like an apprentice. Did you know that Mothflight made me pick ticks from their coat? They’re not even an elder yet.” Despite the complaints, Snowwhisker only had fondness in his voice for his former mentor. After all, he had been a warrior for only three moons despite his age. He didn’t mind having to clean bedding for the elders or do apprentice tasks. He just wished to be useful to his Clan.
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!”
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?”
Snowwhisker slunk towards the edge of his territory, not realizing he passed over the border. His usually clean fur was caked with dirt and scruffy. He had a small scratch on his cheek that was bleeding.
It wasn’t deep enough to scar and he knew he couldn’t go back to camp, limping around like this. There would be too many questions and there would be retribution.
His thoughts were broken when he felt his paws get wet. He hissed, jumping out of the water. Great, couldn’t StarClan just give him a break? Scanning the area, he realized that he didn’t recognize the area and it smelled strongly of TidalClan. Had he accidentally crossed the border. Probably.
At the same time, a small tingle of excitement ran through him. No one had to know about him exploring the land a little. Despite the dangers of the decision, Snowwhisker started passing around. He wasn’t too aware of his surroundings as he stayed along the border. He noticed the riptides and he shivered, thinking about how he could carried away from the surface. He spotted a tabby who looked like she was ready to fish. Instead of running back to his territory, he sat and watched.
How in the heck could anyone like getting their paws wet? He remembered when Mothflight would try to teach him how to fish. Ugh, no way. He hated the taste of the salty water when he would clean his paws afterwards.
Description sentence: a long haired bright ginger she-cat with hazel eyes
Appearance: Lemonpaw is a bright orange she-cat with long fur. Her eyes are a pale hazel color, almost gray. Her fur is thick and keeps her warm when she is swimming. Under all her fur are some muscles forming and she has broad shoulders. She has a scar on her shoulder that she got as a kit during the incident where she was lost in the jungle. Her paws are bigger than her but she is still growing into them, revaling her to be a large cat in the future. Her ears are smaller than her head but despite this, she can hear very well.
Personality: Lemonpaw is just as energetic as any other apprentice. She likes to think of herself as brave but she knows she isn't as brave as Snowwhisker(or how brave she thinks Snowwhisker is). She fiercly idolizes Snowwhisker and knows that he is weak by warrior standards. Despite this, she hasn't let her view change of him and considers herself to be his best friend.
Lemonpaw isn't as naive as other cats. She has seen a glimpse of Losteye's true personality and is wary of the she-cat. She is friendly towards her Clanmates but is quick to fight if anyone so much breathes a bad word about Snowwhisker. She is able to keep secrets and knws to be cautious of those who have two sides to them. Despite this, she is loyal to JungleClan as a whole and will do anything to protect her Clan.
Skills & Combat
Please list at least three strengths/weaknesses your character may have, such as: hunting, fighting, swimming, healing, etc.
History: After moons of believing that she was barren, a senior warrior named Rainstep gave birth to a litter of three healthy kits. Being a fan of TidalClan like names, she named her kits: Plumkit, Peachkit, and Lemonkit.
Lemonkit grew up like any other kit in JungleClan and had a fairly normal kithood. She was the leader among her littermates and would try to escape camp only to be brought back by whatever warrior caughter her.
Lemonkit grew up thinking of JungleClan being the safest place on the island. Until "that day".
It started off thinking that it would just be a prank. To help Rainstep loosen up and prove that she was ready for apprenticeship despite only being four moons old. Losteye heard her complaining about being scolded for the fifth time that day over trying to leave camp.
"Want me to help you?"
It hadn't been fun after her shoulder got hurt. She was hungry and cold, wanting to go back to the nursery to be with her littermates and Rainstep. She gave up hope until she saw the pure white fur of Snowwhisker.
After this, Rainstep wouldn't let her leave the nursery until she was apprenticed. She was disappointed when Snowwhisker wasn't her mentor but still had high hopes that she could be taught a thing or two from him.
After a moon into her apprenticeship, she has realized that Snowwhisker is the one that needs protection, not the other way around. And she has decided thatone day she will be the greatest warrior so Snowwhisker doesn't have to.
Snowwhisker’s fur bristled as he felt something try to nip his tail. A rat! He pressed closer to the two she-cat’s. He wanted to run but he also didn’t want to leave his Clanmates. “Uh...maybe we can try to negotiate peace with them?” Snowwhisker suggested, trying to keep it light hearted despite the situation.
He stepped away from Cranefeather and Orchidbloom and towards a rat. Could rats understand cats? Maybe if he spoke slowly enough, one would get it. “Hello!” His voice seemed to ear splitting as it broke the silence. Beady eyes focused on him and he cleared his throat with a cough. “I am Snowwhisker of JungleClan. This is Cranefeather and Orchidbloom.” His tail swished as he waited for a response
There was none he could hear.
“Anyways, we didn’t mean to disturb your rest and well, we come in peace. Well, I know Cranefeather killed your uh...friend but I mean, it’s the circle of life, right? And she’s very sorry for it.” He hoped he was being distracting enough so they could find a opening.
One of the rats lunged for his throat and he flinched back. “I don’t think negotiating is going to work,” he whispered loudly to the two she-cats.
Snowwhisker licked his lips as he stared at the fresh kill pile. His stomach was aching for food. He had missed a meal yesterday and well, the sun was setting! He almost let out a pitiful wail but then he knew that he would only be scolded.
The Clan comes first. Yes, he knew this but how was he supposed to provide for the Clan when he was stuck in the camp! He was turned away from border patrol and hunting patrols had demanded he stay in camp, practically threatening him.
Losteye was out of camp so she didn’t see his suffering or she would have probably caught him something. It felt horrible that he was still treated like a kit but at the same time, like a naughty apprentice despite having become a warrior three moons ago.
He licked his lips, sadly staring at the freshkill pile again. He perked up when he saw one of his Clanmates pick up a rather juicy, large looking prey. Maybe they would share.
Making sure his fur was well kept, and he was presentable, he made his way over to the other cat. His coat brushed against theirs, his small stature making it more awkward. “Mind sharing?” He asked, his eyes big and pleading.
“Oh, I wasn’t hunting, just exploring. I doubt that I could hunt rats, they’re vicious and can smell weakness,” he joked. “And I groomed my fur this morning. Can’t you tell?” He was looking for some kind of praise. His fur was the only thing that he had going for him, or so he was told by other Clanmates.
Instead of getting offended by Cranefeather’s blatant insult, the tom smiled at her. “Oh, thanks for the compliment Cranefeather but I bet your fur is much softer than mine. But thanks for considering my feelings!” He batted his eyes before looking at Orchidbloom.
How stuck was he? He was stuck enough that he couldn’t get out by himself and he hated the thought of getting splinters if they could avoid it. “Um, pulling me by the scruff should work?” He was small and light enough to be pulled easily. Mostly, he was just all fur. “But please be gentle? I don’t want to get splinters.”
He was so glad it was these two and not Losteye. He could almost see the she-cat take pleasure at seeing him fail so spectacularly. It sent a visible chill down his spine. “Can we please hurry this along? I don’t want to sound impatient but...I’m getting kinda spooked by this place.”