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.
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The past few moons had been full of harsh and sudden lessons, both for the Tribe and for Tempest. With omens running abound and members not so quietly eying his leadership style with more than a few rumblings, the tom had been anything but carefree. Stress had clung like a second coat that grew heavier with each step, threatening to scald his skin and paws if it got too much hotter.
Which was what had made the normally rough and tumble tom more than willing to take some time for himself, finding himself lost in thought as he headed out and away from camp. A quick word to Monarch before he'd left had sealed the deal; he'd be left alone for a few brief hours. Enough time to collect himself and to reassure his uneasy thoughts that despite the ominous rumbling of thunder above and in the echo of Stingray's nightmare, the Tribe and their territory remained safe.
What he hadn't expected, however, was to find a Tribemate this far out, much less communing with the sea itself.
Pausing in his path as a familiar scent slid his way with the wind, the tom blinked and narrowed his eyes at a figure not too far ahead. Waves lapped at her paws without a care, playful in their siren song that could turn deadly should she choose to give in to the melody.
Something that he didn't think would happen, from what he knew of this she-cat. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. Picking back up his trot, the commander waited until he drew closer to call out, "You know, you didn't strike me as the type to want to relive their Swabbie trial." After all, the island only a brief swim from them carried hallowed ground and tradition alike and, just for a moment, he could recall his own journey. The sleepless night, watching the shadows and waiting for one to move, a silent battle of wills between his own fear and need to be a navigator.
Perhaps Dragonfly felt the same way? Or was there another reason for her transfixed gaze?
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Apologies for the late reply! Taro would definitely try and distance (ha) herself even further from him if he tried to make friends. Toms seemed to bring nothing but trouble, in her opinion. But I think given time (and their similar circumstances), she'd warm to his attempts! I think it'd make for an interesting friendship! ^^
Your Name: Rosa Your Current Characters: Tempest Rages at Night, Cocoafur, Taropetal, Goosehiss, Flicker of Fading Light (wip) Do you have any high ranks? If yes, would you like to relinquish any? Nope! Do you wish to archive any characters/threads you have on the go? Not at the moment! Some might wrap up soon though!
I don't think these two could get along at all because of their personalities. She's a younger warrior too, so I'm imagining something similar to Longtail and Firestar's interactions in the first books. Cocoafur is developing a sort of superiority complex over those she views as being too like TidalClan (or soft, in other words) and I believe Cicadapaw would fall into that category. She could even become a bully for some interesting threads, if you'd like!
The rush of questions that spilled from the young feline's mouth like water from the falls were almost enough to have Taropetal amused. If, of course, it wasn't for the matter of the first one. That type of answer was not one to be accompanied by twitching whiskers and a half-laugh buried in words. Instead, the she-cat simply cast her gaze once more across the seemingly endless waters whose edge vanished into the far mists, as dangerous as the cats it hid from view. "JungleClan is...stubborn," She began, minding that she chose her words carefully. "Determined, even. Many would call it admirable. But beneath that? They're reckless. Headstrong. They'll charge headlong into battle or dangerous, unknown territory without a second thought. More like kits than fighters. Though I believe they call themselves warriors."' A strange notion, really. One the tabby had never quite understood. Why did they have such a need for words that could be explained in such easier terms? Why complicate matters simply for the sake of it, as if to boast or brag about meaningless banter? Sounds like another cat I know. Giving her head a shake in an attempt to drive away the unwelcome thought slithering through her mind, she addressed the next question with a slight chuckle - after all, this one wasn't quite as daunting as the first. "Some can. Legend has it some of their ancestors did it all the time back...well, wherever it is they came from with the Twolegs." Vague, half-remembered tales of cat who lived in forests not lined with beaches and sand and water, of plains like their grass sea stretching far beyond what their own did, floated across her mind's eye, bringing her to pause a moment to ponder the possibility. "Though I suppose it wouldn't be too useful of a talent for us. No need sit the beaches. Would make it difficult to fight us there too, which is why I don't believe we really have been at odds. Except...When our two clans separated. Some nearly came to blows over the...ideas they had. Their fantasies that would only bring them - and us - into danger. Our ancestors nearly went to war for that." Such solemn topics were not to be dwelled upon, however. Not on a first trip such as this. So, pulling her mind back to the present with mighty effort, the she-cat stilled herself - save an ear that twisted back to catch her fledgling's next words. "Isn't it? But what can you hear instead?"
Taropetal was well-versed in hiding her emotions. They hadn't been the easiest for the she-cat to connect with in the first place and having them rejected had spun them further out of reach of her paws than ever before. She had grown used to the dull ache that skittered along the edges of her anger, the angry burn in the center of her chest that never had a chance to express itself. Anger at her life, at this situation, at how Kraiteye so easily disregarded her after what she thought had been moons of friendship if nothing else.
But the blatant disregard of her words did not draw her into the physical recoil instinct told her to use. It would be so easy - ears flattened, fangs bared, fur rising along her spine with the beginnings of a challenging growl in her throat. No, none of that useless nonsense. It would not help anything short-term much less later on if they did somehow manage to patch things up between them. Besides, it would not do to allow such a young fighter get caught up in their mess. It simply wasn't fair.
Still, she couldn't help her eyes narrowing, gaze burning into the tom's pelt before she pointedly looked to Coralfrost as well, acting as if she hadn't heard her 'friend' at all. Fine. If he wanted to play that way, she could do the same. Hopefully, her fellow she-cat wouldn't feel too overwhelmed by their dual attention. Or, at least, would understand that perhaps this would cut through some of this awkward tension. "You're right. We should keep going. Shouldn't let ourselves be slowed down." She said, tail flicking irritably as she glanced up towards the sky. The morning, though cool, wouldn't last forever.
It irritated her to know that Kraiteye, of all cats, had been right. "Why don't you lead Coralfrost? You seem to know how to stay on your paws."
Description sentence: A ruddy-colored stocky she-cat with medium-length fur and yellow eyes
Appearance: Perhaps the most striking aspect of Flicker of Fading Light is this she-cat's coat. Dyed a deep ruddy red that is thick and somewhere between long and short, she stands out among her darker-pelted clanmates. The shades of color vary depending on where they lie on her frame; her belly and insides of her legs are the lightest cream reds, while along her spine, flanks, and tail the color is a richer red brown the color of some of the mud beneath the mangrove trees. The only break in this palette is her the fur around her chin and mouth, as this is a bright white. Groomed and kept neat, she makes for a striking figure. Another aspect that aids her in standing out is her size. Like many in the Tribe, Flicker boasts a frame that is anything but petite. Her coat hides well-conditioned muscles and the broadness of her shoulders, long limbs that somehow appear to fit rather than be too large. In truth, she is a cat who is large in both personality and in build. Her eyes are a pale yellow.
Personality
Please list at least three positive and three negative traits for your character below.
Positive Traits: • Confident • Honest • Empathetic to a point
Personality: Flicker is sometimes a cat of contradictions. How she was raised and how she has been behaving as a Navigator don't always seem to correlate. Where once this she-cat was seen as one who craved attention at every turn and wanted nothing more than acceptance and validation from those around her, she has developed the habit of being both independent and, in the worst of times, standoffish. Where this stems from, no one is quite sure - All they do know is that if pushed too far, the gentle former Caretaker will lose her natural ear for listening to how one feels and instead be much too direct with little regard to how it may be regarded. Another change is her newfound tendency to keep secrets if she wishes. The biggest in her life right now is the father of her Tenderfoots and, so far, she has stayed true to it. However, for those who are willing to look past this troubling behavior, they will find a confident she-cat who is honest with herself and others (if too much so at times) and a true confidant.
Skills & Combat
Please list at least three strengths/weaknesses your character may have, such as: hunting, fighting, swimming, healing, etc.
Strengths: • Accountability • Close combat • Loyalty
Weaknesses: • Agility • Collaboration • Stealth
Combat: • Defense: 14 • Attack: 1d20+4
Character Background
Family: Song of Morning Dove (Mother), Blaze of Burning Sun (Father, deceased), Ember of Dying Flame (Brother) Cry of Calling Bird (Sister, deceased), Unnamed daughter, Unnamed son History: Flicker is a direct result of her raising. From the time that she was a young Tenderfoot, she has felt the need to prove herself. As one of two surviving siblings (and the younger one at that), there was always that push in the Tribe to be better, stronger. Still, she was more than up for the challenge. She turned her grief over the sister she never knew into a drive to be the best she absolutely could and, with her doting brother watching over, she excelled as a Swabbie - Her size and wit aided her in combat and, as such, where she lacked in hunting she more than made up for in combat. Training passed quickly for the she-cat; she soon found her ambitions lay not with simply being the best Navigator she could but a mother as well. Perhaps it was the loss of Bird or maybe her family's closeness. Whatever the reason, children of her own were what Flicker saw in her future. Which was what exactly she got when, not long after earning her status as a full-fledged member of the Tribe, she found herself expecting. Who the father was is a secret known to them alone; Flicker ignored the questions at every turn, keeping quiet on the other half of her future litter's heritage. Ignoring the rumors and gossip, Flicker brought her litter of two into the world and raised them as if there was nothing abnormal about their situation. To this Navigator, it was simply a matter of a mother and her children - No one else need be involved. Some didn't agree; her brother, always hovering, has started to get on the she-cat's nerves a bit with his constant presence, though she wouldn't deny her kits (now Swabbies), the chance to get to know him. After all, a close family is what she wanted...right?
The response distracted Taropetal from her search, though she didn't seem to mind all that much. Another deep breath of air informed her that prey was nearby but not close enough to be disturbed by their voices. Their position would not be betrayed by wind nor their own pawsteps; the motley mix of fowl and rodent was too distant for that worry to manifest. So it seemed the fighter was indeed out of luck when it came to avoiding a conversation out of duty.
Not that she was trying to avoid it - she'd initiated it! But it was not one of the talents she could call her own, and it showed all too clearly in the way she seemed uncomfortable under the fur as she gave a stiff nod. It wasn't until an awkward moment or two later that she realized that wasn't quite an answer to his returned question and, ears burning hot with embarrassment, she gave a slight cough. "I'm..." She hesitated a beat or two. Was she all right? Not truly. Not with how her personal relationships seemed more tangled and snarled than the vines in the jungle, twisting around each other until she was too dizzy to try and claw them apart. But she couldn't lay that all out on a near stranger. "Okay. Been spending most of my time working with Bleakpaw. It's been...interesting." She paused again both in voice and step, glancing around again before curiosity had her working up the nerve to speak again. "I have to admit...I'm a bit lost in his training. He's my first fledgling. I don't want to mess up." Was this appropriate talk for two fighters (who hardly knew each other) out on patrol? Probably not. But Barnacleleap and her were on the outs again, and Kraiteye still refused to be anywhere near her. Maybe the more experienced tom wouldn't mind her venting a few worries.
At least she hoped he wouldn't. Otherwise this would be a very awkward hunt.
It was about this moment that Taropetal was wondering if she had somehow offended their ancestors.
She knew Sharksong wasn't to blame; the deputy was new, busy with learning his new position as well as how he fit in it. She couldn't expect him to know every small nuance in the navigators. Especially not one that wasn't as well-known as others, such as the friendship between Newtstripe and Tinystar. No, this one was much quieter, younger.
One that kept her eyes on everything but the tom sharing the patrol with her and Coralfrost. Even without looking at him directly she could feel the tension thick in the air between them; she half-expected to hear the crackle of thunder with how suffocating it felt with every breath she took. Still, she was clueless as to what exactly had happened. All she knew was that this was one of the few patrols she and Kraiteye had shared since she became a navigator, and she couldn't help but feel the dull edge of resentment as a glance in his direction yielded still no recognition of her presence.
About to turn towards Coralfrost, she was distracted by the quick sounds of undergrowth being disrupted, ears swiveling before her gaze did. The she-cat paused as Kraiteye seemed to fight gravity itself, trying to suppress the sudden, slightly mean-spirited mrow of amusement bubbling in her throat.
"Probably best," Came the toneless reply instead, Taropetal refusing to focus too long on him and instead directing her words towards the unfortunate she-cat caught in their mess. "Though doesn't the border head deeper into the jungle than this?" A flick of her tail indicated further into the undergrowth, her words reflecting a certain...urgency she felt.
Though...
Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity...if only he would speak to her. "You okay to go on?"
Which prompt(s) did you complete? Literally Anyone Respond - Tribe Prompt Links to completed post/thread/ad/etc:A Brief Moment of Peace
Which prompt(s) did you complete? Prey Galore - Jungle Prompt Links to completed post/thread/ad/etc:Solitary Wanderings (Hunting wasn't the point at the start but they did catch prey to bring back home after deciding to go hunting so I tossed it here. Not sure if it counts though. XD)