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
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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: large dark brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes
Appearance: the she-cat is built much like the rest of her clanmates: wide shoulders, strong legs, and powerful muscles that ripple beneath her skin. the she-cat sports large paws which aids in her ability to easily navigate her territory, and also makes her a formidable foe if you are so unlucky as to meet her in battle. her pelt is long, and adorned with dark brown tabby markings, which are most noticeable upon her proud head. fern’s ears are large, almost unnaturally so, and have long tufts of black fur at the ends. perhaps the most striking part of her appearance are her eyes. intense and observant, they are a rich amber colour.
Personality: fern loves everything to do with exploring. nothing really scares her, or deters her from finding the unexplored.the idea of discovering something that hasn’t been discovered thrills her, and drives most everything that she does. now, her adventurous nature is also in a less literal sense. she enjoys trying new things, such as hunting tactics, and is always up for battle training if someone has an idea on how to do something out of the norm. conversations are free range for her, never backing down from taboo subjects, no matter the subject. fern is itching to explore the island, and see what wonders it holds, and isn’t afraid to voice her desire either.
if you want banter that would turn the cleanest of cats grey, fern is your girl. never shying away from a battle of wits, she is quick to the draw. sometimes the remarks she makes can be scathing, or simply playful. it depends entirely on how she feels about you, and most of the time you will know exactly how she feels. she isn’t one to mince her words, dreading the possibility of misinterpretation. she says what is on her mind, regardless of who is around her, even if it may get her a swift cuff over the ears.
fern is the type of cat to give you the last piece of prey if the option is herself or you. she believes strongly in taking care of others before yourself, even if it winds up being detrimental to her. she’d rather see the younger cats as well as the older cats fed before her belly is full, as they are the lifeblood of the tribe. she’s usually always willing to lend a hand, even if she is dead on her feet.
fern however, isn’t all sunshine and roses. her outlook on life is pretty negative. there is no light at the end of the tunnel for this girl. storms do not always bring fruitful sunny days, and the death of a loved one doesn’t open your heart to new prospects. she despises cats that are always happy, constantly wondering what demons they entertain in the dead of the night. adversity is not a stranger to her, and she always worries about what bad thing is going to happen next. everything that can go wrong, will go wrong in her eyes.
perhaps she’ll grow out of it, perhaps not, but fern can be quite immature by way of throwing tantrums and pouting when she doesn’t get her way. she was spoiled by her mother as a kit, and has yet to realize that the world isn't going to cater to her every whim just because her mother put her on a pedestal. being told ‘no’ isn’t something that she is used to, and it’s easy to see that thinks that tantrums are the only way to act to get what she wants.
the she-cat strives to be the best at everything she does, and has lost several friends with her over-the-top competitive nature. friendly competition is not something that is in her vocabulary: if you’re competing, your competing to win. losing isn’t an option for her, and when she does lose, be prepared for a long string of excuses and insults against your character. losing is never her fault.
Family: Snake that Rests Among Roots - mother Cry of Proud Falcon - father (deceased) Zephyr of Summer Storm - sister (deceased) Rain That Blurs the Sky - navigator (Atari) Wave that Crashes on Beach - best friend Flower Blooming in Dawn Light - mortal enemy
History: giving birth was easy for the strong she-cat known as snake that rests among roots. snake was always a capable navigator, diligent and well versed in tribe life. what she wasn’t versed in was loss. she gave birth to two she-cats - fern that sways in wind, and zephyr of summer storm. fern, the first one born had a strong pair of lungs on her, and mewled like death was clawing at her paws until she found her mothers nipple. zephyr wasn’t as lucky. it took snake several minutes, and the witch breaking the bad news for her to accept that she had given birth to a stillborn. her wails of distress pierced through the tribe, disturbing her living kit. the witch gave her herbs to soothe her heartache.
it’s noticed quite early on in your life that you love exploring. your mother encourages it, but always stays by your side. she’s overprotective of you, almost to the point of smothering, but you really don’t mind. she always makes sure you have the juiciest piece of fresh-kill, and that her nest is nice and soft for you. she’s soft with you, but sharp-tongued with others who try to approach you, making it difficult for you to establish friendships with the other kits. at night while she grooms your long dark brown pelt, she coos about how you’re going to take the world by the head and be the greatest navigator the tribe has ever seen. you relish in her praise, and become more than a little spoiled. you brag about your mother and her dreams for you, while the other kit-mothers and their children roll their eyes.
rain that blurs the sky is an interesting creature, you decide early on. she’s not like the other tribe cats, and she weirds you out. Her bubbly personality will turn out to be a sore spot between the two of you, but right now, you don’t mind at all.
thankfully for you, rain encourages you to explore. it makes training far more fun for you to be able to see the island and stick your nose where it might not belong. there’s a point of contention between the two of you however; you’d much rather explore than actually train, and hunting bores you to tears. you grasp that it is an integral part of tribe life, but you don’t have the patience for it. battle training is much more your speed, and perhaps the only thing you enjoy more than exploring.
about a moon into your training, you finally become acquainted with flower blooming in dawn light. she’s a sharp-tongued, arrogant young she-cat that you immediately dislike. more than a few harsh words are exchanged during patrols, and you relish battle training with her, even if she beats you more often than not. your competitive nature makes itself known, as you try everything in your power to overcome the she-cat. you often find yourself angry at yourself when you lose a spar, complaining to rain that you need more practice so that you can beat her. rain tells you that winning isn’t everything, but that more practice can be arranged. that frustrates you. winning is everything to you, and you start to resent rain for her carefree attitude. you don’t really understand how someone can be so freaking happy all the time, not that you’re an angry cat, you just have a hard time seeing the bright side of life. so far all you’ve known is defeat and it freaking sucks.
you become accustomed to loss at ten moons. your father, cry of proud falcon, got overzealous while fishing, and was swept away by the high tide. it came as a shock to most of the tribe; your father was a strong swimmer. you grieved with your mother, though there was no body to mourn. it hit you hard, a pain you never thought you’d ever have to experience. you were too young to remember your sister, so you do not grieve for her. but the loss of your father leaves a hole in your heart that will never be filled. at least, that’s what you thought.
wave that crashes on beach is a young to-be, younger than you at least, but your personalities click. he doesn’t mind when you pout, or complain about rain and her inability to actually hold a serious conversation. the two of you make fun of how gullible she is, and think of things you can say to her that you can laugh about later. there’s only one problem with your friendship: he’s also friends with flower. he doesn’t seem to care that you don’t like her, insisting that he can be friends with you both, even if the two of you despise each other. you don’t like it. you want him all to yourself. so, you come up with a plan to win him once and for all.
you thought about clearing it with rain, but you knew that she wouldn’t understand where you were coming from. instead, you approach flower and issue a challenge: one spar, winner gets to be friends with wave, loser must cut ties. she agrees, an arrogant smile on herself and then whips around and leaves you to ponder the best way to beat her. she’s smaller, lithe, and agile. you are, well not. you know you’ll have to use your size and brute strength to beat her. you already regret your hot-headed decision.
the two of you meet by light of the moon. the other to-bes have been buzzing about the battle, and a few navigators have also caught wind of it, but they think nothing of it. their rivalry is nothing new, harmless, and the workings of young minds. you are ready, and adrenaline pulses through your body with every beat of your heart. flower stands proudly, nonchalantly grooming herself as you pace. you can’t sit still. you want this to be over right now.
unfortunately for you, it ends before it begins.
just as the two of you collide, teeth bared, claws unsheathed, a booming voice rings out over the clearing, sending you both spiralling into the dirt. confused, you try to locate the voice and see that it is flowers’ mentor. your heart still pounds, and your face stings where flowers claws raked across your flesh. he demands both of you back to camp, and to your nests. he says he’ll deal with the two of you in the morning.
the duties he assigns the two of you, after consulting with rain are less than favourable, and you find it hard to balance your training with the extra task. by the time your punishment is over, you’re more tired than you’ve ever been in your life. wave laughs at you, saying it was really stupid to try and fight for him. you mock him, and sulk, and give him the cold shoulder for a few days.
you become a navigator at the same time as flower, the tension between the two of you palpable. there’s unfinished business but neither of you are brave enough to do something about it, so you co-exist with snarls and glares. wave stubbornly refuses to take sides. but you are determined to make him yours and yours alone. right now, it is your only true goal.
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t was a crush. There was no other way to put it. The thought barrelled into her, shocking her stupid. She had listened to the other warriors talk about such things, but she had always shrugged them off, being of little interest to her. Coralfrost had never met a cat that sparked anything in her, until now. All she wanted to do in that moment, was run. What if Tinystar could sense it? That would be more than a little mortifying, and Coralfrost wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t dissolve into a great blubbering mess right then and there. But it would be pretty rude if she dismissed the Chief after asking if she would join her on her hunt for flowers. She tried to shake those thoughts and focus on what Tinystar was saying, but she only caught bits and pieces between beats of her heart. She had never really shown anyone where she went, or what kind of flowers she enjoyed. It was an intimate endeavour, something that brought her peace of mind in the chaos of Clan life.
“Uhm, ok.” She muttered, stepping around the calico she-cat, and trotting off in the direction of one of her favourite spots. There was always the chance that mindless fighters had trampled her flower patch in the careless way most of them went about their days. It was definitely a shame to see such beauty reduced to nothing more than broken petals and snapped stems. This particular patch was pink in colour, the flowers reaching to the sky, their stalks strong and proud, and the scent that wafted from them soothed her in ways she hadn’t felt since she was a kit. “This way, Tinystar. These ones are my favourite.” She bounded away, tail in the air, not worried about the noise she was making through the grass.
Her green eyes immediately located her precious florals, and she smiled brightly. She walked lightly now, making sure not to disturb the earth too much, and she stuck her nose deep in the hisbiscus, the long shoot tickling her cheek, as she breathed in deeply, a cracked purr beginning to rumble in her chest. Stepping back, she gingerly bit down on the stalk, before putting it on the ground.
“These are the best for the nest. The scent is strong, but it doesn’t stick ‘round too long. What do you think?” The sudden need for the Chief’s approval was evident in her eyes.
How did she always wind up in these situations? For a she-cat that avoided conflict at all costs, she often found herself stuck in the middle of others turmoils. There was clearly something going on beneath the surface with these two, and man, oh man, did it make her uncomfortable. Kraiteye had ignored Taropetals’ comment, and directed it at her instead, and it took everything in her power not to laugh nervously and flee the scene. The young warrior opted for a sheepish smile instead, mumbling that she was glad he was fine, but whether it was loud enough for the other two to hear was questionable. She wanted this patrol to be over, like yesterday. She just hoped that this wouldn’t devolve into a squabble with her in the middle of it. She backed away slightly, glancing between the two of them, her gaze falling on Taropetal who was also focused on her. Eyes widening as she addressed her, Coralfrost laughed nervously.
“N-no. That’s fine.” She responded sharply, her tone high pitched, her aversion to being in the spotlight evident in her large green eyes. It was one thing to participate in a patrol with other warriors, but it was completely different to lead one. She also wasn’t entirely sure that she would be able to stay upright with the other two dogging her paws. It was a recipe for disaster whichever way you cut it. “I think one of you, uhm, should lead. You’re the older warriors.” Another nervous chuckle and she dropped her gaze, falling silent. Perhaps if she just remained quiet for the rest of the patrol, the other two would forget about her. She prayed to the Gods that this would be the case.
Despite her best effort, Coralfrost winced at the chief's words. She’d made an admission, one that she had tried very hard to keep to herself, preferring to manage it by herself. But now, Tinystar knew. Would there be consequences for the cats that weren’t so nice to her, or would it be forgotten on the wind? The lithe tortie hoped for the latter. The last thing she wanted was for there to be a scene. From everything she had experienced in her short moons as a warrior, reprimanding those in the wrong only made them sneakier. It was her hope that Tinystar knew this as well. She took in the other femmes words, fighting the urge to cringe against the brush of her plush tail. It had been so long since she felt anything that even vaguely resembled affection, yet it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Coralfrost felt a new appreciation for her leader and couldn’t help but welcome the rush of relief. At least one of her clanmates realized that appreciating everything that the territory held was a tribute to the Gods in its own right.
“Really? That’s comforting to know.” She mewed absently, wondering if any of her other clanmates took pleasure in picking flowers. It would make her feel less alone, and perhaps the potential for friendship would be there as well. Coralfrost could only hope. “I never looked at it that way. I just figured since I had some . . . issues hunting with my clanmates, that night hunting might help out the Clan a bit.” Coralfrost responded, letting her dainty shoulders rise and fall. The young fighter studied the older she-cats face, looking for any sign of mockery, or annoyance and was pleasantly surprised to find neither. Such an odd thing, really, to look for discomfort among the cats that were supposed to protect each other. That was the life that the she-cat had lived, something that was foreign to most. Wow, Tinystar is like, really pretty. Loud, and intrusive, Coralfrost became flushed with heat and had to look away, her mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts. It was a miracle that she even heard the she-cats next words.
“Uh, sure?” Was all she was able to squeak out, her voice a higher octave than usual. What she felt towards the chief was new, and something she had never experienced before, and it made no sense. Tinystar wasn’t a tom, nor was she even close to her age. Coralfrost pushed the thought from her mind aggressively, refusing to humour such thoughts and stood up, shaking out her pelt. “Do you mind if I, uh, stop to pick some flowers on our way back?” Her large eyes gazed at Tinystar, searching, and hoping, that her chief wouldn’t mind being a part of her secret world.
shouldn’t fear the gods? tinystar must’ve been joking. how could one not fear them? the health of the clan, the prosperity of the territory, the weather; it was all governed by the gods. coralfrost often wondered if the gods were punishing her mother for birthing her by making her a near worthless fighter. it seemed the only logical reason for a cat born to two strong warriors to turn out like her. if this was a form of punishment, coralfrost felt relieved it was her that was cursed and not the rest of the clan. she had no qualms shouldering that burden if it meant that tidalclan would thrive. there had been a dark period there under the leadership of coconutstar, but coralfrost had tried to turn out the fear of the other cats, more or less reveling in the fact that they felt the same thing she had since she became an apprentice. “i get that! i like looking for flowers at this time of night.” she responded thoughtfully, ignorant to how strange that sounded, but she had done it for so long that it didn’t really register as anything other than normal anymore. most of the cats in the clan, in the warriors den at least, knew that she liked having flowers to line her nest, which attributed to the floral scent that seemed to follow her wherever she went. “it’s easier to sneak them into camp, and not get made fun of.” the she-cat looked down to her paws, regretting what she had just said. tinystar had enough on her paws without worrying about coralfrosts’ easily hurt feelings.
“prey is easier to catch at this time, too!” she blurted, snapping her gaze up to the leader, struck again by the way the moonlight danced on her pelt, painting the whites silver, and making her look ethereal. “not that i have much luck at night either, but if i can sneak up on a sleeping creature and take them out before they realize what is happening, i’m usually pretty successful, which is all the counts, right?” this time the she-cat smiled, a true genuine one, pushing the negative thoughts from her mind. she’d stew on that later when she returned to her nest. .
omg, yes? these two will mix like oil and water. osprey will try to manipulate her like he has so many other cats in the clan, and i don't see her taking that too well. he definitely needs a true enemy, and crane will absolutely fit that mould!
she wasn’t one to partake in gossip. it was boring, and held no weight in the greater scheme of things, but she also wasn’t deaf and some cats talked loudly about their issues. she wasn’t ignorant to the tension between her two patrol mates, and while she had agreed to go along like any good warrior would, she hoped that they could get it done and over with quickly so that they could all move on. the last thing she wanted to do was be stuck with two cats that couldn’t stand each other. coralfrost hadn’t the foggiest idea what it was about the two that made everything awkward, but she really didn’t like it. and if she was sent as a buffer, well, sharksong was a mouse brain.
the scrawny fighter trailed a few rabbit lengths behind the pair, observing them with criticism, and almost laughing to herself a few times at their stiffness. perhaps if they just talked, it would relieve some of the tension that was brewing between them, thick enough that she swore she could taste it upon her tongue. gods give me strength. the prayer was accompanied with an eye roll as kraiteye jumbled his paws and almost took a header into the earth, stopping her in her tracks to avoid the carnage. she looked from him to taropetal as they exchanged a few words, but she kept her own mouth shut. the worst possible thing right now would be to chime in and get caught in the crossfire of whatever was going on between them. then again, she felt obligated to do something to break the awkward silence.
“maybe, just an uhm suggestion, but uh,” she started softly before taropetal spoke up, asking the tom if he was alright. a raise of her eyebrow was the response. kraiteye looked fine to her, sounded fine, judging by his tone. it seemed like taropetal was the one with the issue. “let’s just uh, keep going? there’s still a lot of border to check out.” clearing her throat before she spoke, she stepped up to the other warriors, painfully aware of their larger statures, and feeling once more like an apprentice. “you’re uh, uhm, ok, right kraiteye?”
despite the she-cats earlier misgivings, the conversation was proving to be easier than she thought it was going to be. coralfrost wasn't exactly known for her small talk, nor for her ability to speak about anything that held any merit, and it was kind of refreshing that tinystar didn't seem to mind. it was the little things like this that made the lithe tortoiseshell admire the chief. she could've easily dismissed herself moments after greetings were exchanged, but coralfrost was quite glad that she hadn't. the thought of fleeing the scene was still unceasingly loud at the forefront of her mind, but with each passing moment, it was getting a little easier to ignore.
"yeah" she laughed nervously, glancing down at her own dark pelt. she couldn't even begin to imagine how warm she would be if her pelt was long like the chiefs'. even just the length it was and the colour made some days difficult to get through without ample trips to streams to quench her thirst, and cool down her body. "I get warm um, sometimes, too. not that I'm uh complaining." she added quickly, her ear twitching away a no-see-um that dared too close. a shiver raced down her spine, a snaking feeling, spurring her muscles into action, and she rose to her feet. she had been sitting still way too long.
the tone of the chief was almost ominous in the light of the moon, casting shadows over the earth, and making the she-cat regret her question. she hadn't really wanted an answer, and even if she did, it definitely wasn't supposed to be as dark and though inducing as the answer that she was given. was it really the gods that determined who lived in fear of predators and those who didn't? a wave of discomfort consumed the lanky femme, causing her flight instinct to kick into overdrive, and she stuttered in her movements. this is what you get for asking stupid questions, mousebrain.
"that's uh, dark." stating it without feeling, the tortie stretched out her front legs, ready to take off in any direction at a moments notice. "I guess we uh have the uh gods to thank for our fortune." the words were mumbled, and she found her gaze back on the pretty she-cat that sat in front of her. I wish I was that impressive. "we are pretty blessed I guess to not um, have to worry about predators. it's not fun living in fear." the last sentence slipped out before she could stop it, and her eyes widened. "er, I mean, I don't think it'd be fun living in fear." she chuckled nervously, her tail flicking with discomfort. she no longer felt like the conversation was going well, or flowng easily. perhaps this is why the she-cat didn't have any friends.
"so, uhm," another laugh, hollow. "what uh, brings you out here at this time of night? couldn't sleep?" perhaps bringing the conversation back to an acceptable topic would help the she-cats heart stop racing.
it wasn’t easy to keep the embarrassment off her face as the other she-cat commented on her late night hunting. what a stupid thing to say. no one in their right mind would believe that coralfrost, one of the least skilled hunters in the clan, was out looking for prey. it was a relief however, that tinystar was kind of enough to let it slide. perhaps there was warmth in the she-cats otherwise domineering appearance. then again, maybe the chief pitied her. that thought had crossed her mind more than once, especially when she was made and a fledgling, then again when she received her warrior name. could one be damned to the elders den for being wildly unskilled as a fighter? now that would be an interesting thing to bring up at a gathering. coralfrost could only imagine the rumours and gossip her narrow-minded clanmates would come up with. luckily, and even if it was pity that granted her her warrior name, that was a fate she wouldn’t have to meet.
the she-cat blinked as tinystar made a look of disgust at the thought of a dawn patrol. it seemed odd that she would feel that way, considering she was the chief. shouldn’t she be happy to help out regardless of time? shoving that thought away, coralfrost chastised herself for taking things so literally. maybe, just maybe, tinystar was trying to joke with her. it was such a bizarre thought, it almost made the scrawny fighter blanch. but as in keeping with her composure, the femme merely smiled lightly and nodded her head in agreeance. she personally didn’t mind patrolling the territory in the light of the dawn sun, it was almost relaxing, if one was able to forget they were out looking for anything that looked suspicious. but the best part of dawn patrols? everyone was usually still waking up, and therefore too groggy to make small talk. oh, how the she-cat hated small talk.
as the long-furred calico glanced away towards the ocean, coralfrost allowed herself a long look at the cat standing before her. she was a relic, something to be marvelled at, a demonstration of true power and perseverance. humouring the thought, coralfrost almost laughed at her own expense. the gods would dry up the ocean if coralfrost ever became a fighter worthy of anything out of sheer disbelief. still, the idea of it was kind of nice.
“i don’t mind dawn patrols.” she admitted, dropping her gaze to her paws once more. a black beetle was nuzzling in the dirt by her paw, it’s legs moving in odd ways before coralfrost realized she was standing on its head. cocking her own to the side, she lifted her paw slightly, and the beetle scurried away. “the sounds of the island are um, nice to wake up to.” shrugging her shoulders, the she-cats jaws parted in a great yawn, sending a shiver snaking down her spine. “uhm, i, er, imagine it gets tough with your uh, long fur in the heat.” why were words so painfully difficult? usually the she-cat had no issue holding meaningless conversation, but something about the chiefs’ presence left her feeling tongue tied. “do you think bugs feel pain?” snapping her large orbs up to the calicos face, they widened at the ridiculousness that spewed from her mouth. mousebrain! she’s gonna think you’re touched in the head!
no one would ever mistake the young tortie for brave. she would never run headlong into battle without a care in the world, nor would she outright put herself in harm's way without an intense mental showdown. that’s why it was no surprise to her when she heard the sound of pursuit and her heart rose to her throat, thrumming a deafening beat, is this how i die? the thought was fleeting, but menacing. instead of bolting through the undergrowth like every survival instinct screamed at her, she merely shrunk down to the cool earth, flattening the fronds around her until she had made herself as small as possible. with her senses filled with the scent of her fear, the she-cat remained ignorant to the source of the creature until they came into view, and coralfrost almost passed out with relief.
then she felt the shame, and embarrassment. what kind of fighter was she that she didn’t face her challenger head on? not a very good one. intrusive and damning, the she-cat let herself rise, her full height barely more impressive than her submissive stance a moment ago. standing before her was none other than tinystar, the awe-inspiring leader of tidalclan, that always made coralfrost numb in her brain. for whatever reason, the other she-cat made her words hard to formulate, her thoughts jumbled and her paws clumsy. what an impressive display for your leader, mouse brain. shuffling her paws, sheepishly, coralfrost forced a gentle smile to crest her maw, though she found it near impossible to meet the piercing yellow gaze of the calico. “uh, hi, tinystar. i, um, was uh just…” what was she doing? running through the grass like a new apprentice exploring the territory for the first time looking for flowers? there was really no good way to put it into words, each idea sounder dumber and more kitlike than the last. glancing out to her left, the she-cat’s ear twitched, followed by her whiskers, then another shuffle of her paws. she was already uncomfortable with the exchange, but it had little to do with the top of discussion. “i couldn’t sleep, so i decided to uh, hunt?” that sounded reasonable, right? coralfrost would admit to herself later than it was exceedingly stupid to hunt with only the stars and moon to guide her. she could barely hunt well in the full light of day, let alone deep in the night. “i don’t have an early, um, patrol, so i uhm, figured it would be, uh . . . okay.” her voice trailed off and she allowed her green eyes to meet the leaders for a brief moment, but long enough that a fresh new wave of embarrassment washed over her, turning her entire body warm.
[attr="class","boxy"] I smell friendship. a lot of friendshipping. perhaps not at first, but I feel like their personalities would mesh really well, but it might take awhile before coral realizes what is actually happening. so if ivory is willing to stick it out, I think they'd make a good pair
[attr="class","boxy"] considering coral tends towards disappearing acts and doing only what is absolutely the bare minimum, I can see these two clashing. she'd see him as taking things too seriously and get hella annoyed with it and him
[attr="class","boxy"] I can also see these two getting along since they both dislike overly serious cats, and she also believes in living in the moment.
[attr="class","boxy"] these two are a bit of a mystery for me. with both of them preferring to be on their own, I can perhaps see them running into each other out and about in the territory, and coral feeling like she needs to make conversation but also not knowing how to start it or finish it. coral will more than likely feel intimidated by her, but how she feels about coral is up to you. either as unusual friends or likely enemies, it could be fun to see how it pans out! Jinn
[attr="class","boxy"] I can't say for sure just how coral would react to sand, but I don't think they would clash. his approachable nature may draw her into him, and she would appreciate his ability to be outspoken on purpose - something she has yet to master. I don't think they'd be particularly close enough that they would confide in one another, but friendly enough that having a conversation or going on a hunting trip wouldn't be awkward. I can also see coral developing a 'crush' on him to try and find some normal in her otherwise hectic mind, and as a way to silence the thoughts she has about she-cats. and with her being the way she is, she wouldn't be exactly subtle about her feelings towards him.
[attr="class","boxy"] coral would probably take eel's distant personally, and convince herself that eel hates her. being the non confrontational type, she'd wallow in this and try to avoid the she-cat as much as possible. I can see petty comments being dropped if they were on a patrol together, as well as her joining in on making comments about her only caring about her family, but these comments would stem from jealousy. perhaps they wind up having a confrontation and becoming friends when explained that it was all a misunderstanding, or it comes to a head and there's some serious hostility. when it comes to coral, it could go either way!