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.
Description sentence: A big black and silver tom with yellow eyes and a mangled hind leg.
Appearance: Jaguarfang is an imposing tom with black fur and a silver undercoat which almost gives him the appearance of having a mane. He is likely descended from Maine coons, with his fluffy, thick fur being something of a hindrance in the climate. His fur has a very faint tabby pattern to it. His nose, paw pads, etc, are black as well, and his eyes are an intense yellow in hue. He is on the larger side compared to many of his clanmates. Due to an accident as a warrior, his left back leg and paw are badly mangled, which led to his eventual early retirement to the elders den. His leg and haunches are quite scarred, and he bears several scars on his muzzle as well. He has the appearance of a more aged, grisled warrior.
Personality: Jaguarfang tends to avoid most of his clanmates, refusing to take up what he sees as the humiliating role of clan storyteller and kit wrangler often assigned to elders. He has no stories of "the old days" to tell, he says, and his glowering look fends off further inquiries. Those that continue to hound him are likely to encounter his savage wit, dark humor and unpitying outlook. His lack of empathy makes him poorly suited for giving relationship advice or playing nursemaid, though he will gladly advise on clan matters if asked respectfully by higher ranking members.
Much of his time is spent watching, his yellow eyes taking in the details of clan life, his notched ears perked to catch a bit of clan politics here or gossip there, no detail too minute to escape his notice. He is known to take long walks along the borders of Tidalclan territory, hoping to cross paths with a wayward apprentice or foolish young warrior to interrogate for details of Jungleclan's affairs.
Jaguarfang is still a brave and competent fighter, and his retirement was not a choice made by cowardice. The grave injuries to his hind leg and foot have not only wounded his pride, but greatly impaired his functioning and ability to patrol, train, hunt, and perform his duties to the level that his clan deserves. He soothes his resentment with the notion that he is merely lying in wait, resting in the elder's den until his clan has need of his brave spirit. He may not have the boundless energy of a younger tom, but his claws and fangs are still sharp and at the ready to defend his clan.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Fighting • Strategizing • Brute force
Weaknesses: • Endurance • Speed • Stealth
Combat: • Defense: 13 • Attack: 1d20+6
Character Background
Family: lilacbreeze - mother, warrior, living obsidiantooth - father, warrior, living twilightflower - sister, warrior, living amethystflame - sister, warrior, living
History: jaguarkit was born to an average family, with average parents. his parents, lilacbreeze and obsidiantooth, simply did their best, sharing their love with he and his sisters, twilightkit and amethystkit.
as an apprentice, jaguarpaw took to fighting like a fish to water, with the unparalleled bravery of youth spurring his progress. he dreamed of someday becoming leader of tidalclan, taking nine lives and being hailed as jaguarstar. though somewhat sarcastic and prone to making observations that unnerved his clanmates, jaguarpaw was a fairly well adjusted young cat. he and his mentor, oceanstorm, occasionally butted heads, but not much more than most apprentice-mentor pairs. still, there was a headstrongness about jaguarpaw that concerned oceanstorm.
at 12 moons, jaguarpaw was named jaguarfang, to symbolize his fighting spirit and harsh nature. his sisters were named twilightflower and amethystflame, respectively. the first several seasons of his time as a warrior passed without incident. at 26 moons, he was given his own apprentice, palepaw, to train. he struggled to work with the young cat's passive nature, but at least the young tom was granted the name palestep, which flooded jaguarfang with relief. he learned he was not gifted with the clan's youth, and in fact loathed teaching. he did his best to avoid it from then on.
at nearly 35 moons, jaguarfang was chosen to lead an evening hunting patrol of just one other warrior and three apprentices. when a catastrophic storm hit, he made the decision to shelter in place for the night and wait for it to pass. with winds buffeting tidalclan's territory, several trees were ripped from the ground right by their roots. one, too heavy to be carried off, simply toppled over. jaguarfang had the misfortune to find himself pinned beneath the tree, waking in agony at twilight just as the storm hit its peak. one of the apprentices in his care, orchidpaw, was not so lucky. through the darkness, he could only make out the scent of blood and the broken form at his side. the others on their patrol had managed to escape the tree's path. what felt like hours then passed as the storm raged on all around jaguarfang, who remained beneath the tree while one apprentice ran back for help and the remaining on the patrol struggled to try and budge the tree.
though jaguarfang's ordeal eventually ended, his hind leg and paw were never the same. horribly scarred and mangled, he was cursed to forever walk with a limp. he continued in his warrior duties until arthritis and other complications eventually forced him to retire to the elder's den at only 50 moons. to this day, he still wakes from nightmares of storms and blood, groaning and crying out in his sleep. storms send him into fits of anxiety that he works hard to hide from his clanmates.