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.
as iguanagaze acknowledged that there was nothing to be done in the present situation, shoalclaw nodded to him, managing a half-smile. "yer not so bad afterall, are you iguanagaze?" the older tom murmured, growing more relaxed now that the group had settled in better. he did notice cinnamonstep's slight startle, and he frowned for a heartbeat.
"sweet, we can't hunt just yet, the prey haven't come out." he gently reminded her. "are you alright? something hit you?" the jungleclan warrior added, peering all around them. his eyes lifted to the air, toward the thick, overlapping branches and he took a moment to breathe in deeply.
the scents of the jungle were busy, but there was a pattern to them. in the air, he could identify himself, cinnamonstep, and iguanagaze. and yet, there seemed to be someone else's scent lingering. it was not stale, and he heard nothing else at their level, so his bright eyes swept around, looking for something - anything - to alert him of another cat's presence.
suddenly, a patch of white among the greenery made him start. shoalclaw thought through the short list of white cats in the clan, pausing to chew at the inside of his cheek. not many, really, especially with that much white in their pet. scowling again, the tom rolled his eyes. "speaking of dung-brained monkeys..." he muttered under his breath.
"cranefeather!" he half-yowled. "being a lazy cow again, are you?"
perhaps she was a little gloomy, coming home without anything to brag about. but nonetheless, the she-cat tried to remain proud. taking a seat next to dunestorm, she did her best not to sigh or come off as too downfallen. "oh, i'm alright." she chirped, appreciating that he had asked. "and yourself?" the tidalclan she-cat replied, pausing after to lick a rough patch on her right paw pad.
"the heat will be coming soon," she idly remarked, bringing attention to the change of seasons that would be enveloping the clans sooner than later. scorching sands. the name was dramatic, but so was the heat. it meant lazing about, honing skills to be used at night, and it had to be applebelly's least favorite time of year. "do you care for scorching sands?"
the brown tom glanced at iguanagaze as he entered the small area in which shoalclaw had been nestled. annoyance caused his fur to bristle, and he began racking his brain for a retort. just before he could mouth off at the tom, cinnamonstep arrived. "evening, cinnamonstep." the jungleclan tom purred warmly at her, giving her a friendly wink.
his facial expression quickly turned to a scowl as he regarded her question. "there was potential for them to be found a little before they truly begin to wake," muttered shoalclaw. "but iguanagaze has decided to explain to me how big of a... what was it? a dung-brained monkey? yes. how big of a dung-brained monkey he is."
a pause. "now, i suppose we can make a true hunting patrol, but first we need to kill more time." he concluded, nodding definitively at his own words. "what do you think, cinnamonstep?"
When the hot, heavy sun beat down over the clans and the sand became too hot to touch, the JungleClan tom's favorite place to be was either in water or in the shade. It was easier to find the latter in the jungle, of course. So, it came at no surprise that the brown-black tom was slinking through the thick, tangled undergrowth near sunset, in an attempt at getting away from the heat.
He'd spent the day rather lazily, preferring to spend his time nocturnally during Scorching Sands, though he'd been a part of a patrol earlier that day. In between, Shoalclaw had managed to doze off and on, waiting until just before nightfall to head out, hopes set on bringing home some prey.
Like the thick, humid air surrounding him, the jungle was thick with foliage and plants. If a cat wasn't careful, their paws could easily get caught, causing an unfavorable tumble -- which would likely scare off any prey, too. His pale yellow eyes remained focused, watching for any movement that could alert him to the presence of another nearby animal.
tagged: open! you could potentially scare the h*ck out of him if you're quiet enough
Description sentence: A lithe, brown-black tom with bright yellow eyes.
Appearance: Shoalclaw, while not large in appearance, is solidly built. His muscles often ripple beneath his pelt as he takes strides, crouches, stretches, or does anything, really. Fur the color of chocolate, he's a handsome tom with traits similar to that of a burmese cat. The darkest points of his fur appear as a mask on his face, socks on his four legs, and his tail. Outside of his pelt, his most prominent feature is his bright, yellow eyes, which can often give the appearance of glowing when caught in the right moonlight. Of average height, Shoalclaw is neither tall nor short but stands at the height typical for most of his clanmates.
When outside his family circle, Shoalclaw can often be described as quiet. However, he is really just lost in thought or listening. The tom is incredibly intelligent, and he thinks highly strategically when it comes to most situations. While he is a fighter, his strengths lie more in hunting and defense. To Shoalclaw, conflict has its time and place, which typically means it is necessary when his family comes into play. Despite not having a great family life prior to having kits of his own, the tom fell into step quickly with being a father. His daughters can truly do no wrong in his eyes, meaning he is blind of their faults.
A rather cunning tom, Shoalclaw isn't afraid to speak his mind regarding the scum living in TidalClan, and he is first to support efforts to take more of their land. He is loyal to JungleClan above all (aside maybe his family), which can either be a good or bad thing depending on the situation. He is hands on, preferring to act than sit and debate each solution with a group, though, yet again, this can be a more treacherous option in some situations. Thankfully, with his ideas and quick thinking, he can nomally act in a way that is supported in some way by his rationale.
Puffinhop, mother of children, adopted by seaoi. Cinnamon-, daughter, adopted by doe. Cocoafur, daughter, played by Rosa.
History:
Things would have gone better had his father left. In fact, it wasn't uncommon for Shoalkit to pray to StarClan that, should they take his father from them, he would be the most devout cat there ever was. However, praying never worked, and the abusive onslaught of the tom that had sired him continued. It was an unpleasant upbringing, with his sisters bearing the brunt of it silently while Shoalkit tried to stand up for them all.
It didn't work, though.
Fighting his father, especially as a kit or apprentice, was meaningless. There was nothing someone so young could do, aside from appealing to his mother or maybe the deputy or leader. But nothing, or no one, stopped the name-calling, the tortuous words, and the treatment that Shoalkit received alongside his mother and sisters.
It made him never want to have his own children, for fear that he would become his own father.
So, when Shoalpaw fell for a she-cat for the first time, he vehemently hid it from everyone, even her. Love could do nothing but bring about fathehood, which would mean that he would be ruining another cat's life. It wasn't until he witnessed his mentor become a father that Shoalpaw realized that each cat chose what kind of parent they would be.
Watching his mentor dote on his kits, treating them like they were the most important cats to ever walk the earth, changed something inside of Shoalpaw. It made him unafraid to fall in love, to pursue a mate, and to have kits of his own.
Navigating the world of she-cats was another thing entirely, however.
It wasn't until several moons after he became a warrior that Shoalclaw found Puffinhop. Soon after, their kits were alive, beautiful bundles of joy that softened the heat of even the most stoic tom: their father. Immediately, his wold revolved around Cinnamonkit and Cocoakit. Nothing could bring him away from them. Even on his long patrols, every step he took was for them, each bit of prey was dedicated to them, every waking moment of his life- for his daughters.
Watching them grow up made him complete.
It was a far, far cry from the kithood he had experienced and done his best to forget. With two doting, overindulgent parents, it was shocking that Cinnamonkit and Cocoakit were ever allowed to become apprentices, let alone warriors! Their father, overprotective to a tee, must have felt as though he was watching from every turn.
Once they became warriors, though, he began to back off. It was then that he found himself becoming more dedicated to being the best warrior he could possibly be. Offering to lead patrols, head up the guarding shifts that no one wanted, and so on. Serving others became a priority, even if he never said it out loud- he's much too proud for that. However, ensuring that his clan is as strong and powerful as it can be is just another way of making sure that his daughters are as safe as can be.
For some godsforsaken reason, Applebelly had been assigned a hunting patrol. Hardly a week had passed since she had been mortified by her own misstep, causing the entire patrol to miss out on a major kill. It was like adding insult to injury. So, when she returned, empty-pawed per usual, the she-cat was flustered and looking for a place to relax and catch her breath.
Despite the beauty of the TidalClan territory, the warrior had been too distracted to enjoy it, thinking instead of every way her clumsy paws could ruin this patrol for clanmates, too. So, with a disappointed frown, Applebelly struck out to find a nice place to lie down and metaphorically lick her wounds.
Alas, there were no corners to find herself alone in, so the she-cat sighed. Who could she pretend to be okay around? Her pale green eyes scanned the camp before landing on a ginger and white tom. Dunestorm. Would he be okay company? Before she took the time to mull it over repeatedly, the fluffy she-cat bounced on over and lingered, standing over him.
"Dunestorm." She started. "Hi." The awkwardness felt palpable. "Mind if I join you?" Her maw opened to reveal an overly polite smile, as if to say, 'please.' Now, all she could do was wait.
A small, dilute tortie she-cat with dark amber eyes.
Appearance:
Tarantulapaw's pelt is dappled, an amalgamation of various colors of tabby markings and cream fur. The bridge of her nose highlights her features with a dark stripe, bookended on each side with her deep, dark amber eyes. Her fur is simultaneously a war between orange and brown tabby markings and the distinguishable dark splotches of a tortoiseshell pattern, which lend her a distinctive gray aura at times. The colors are reminiscent of her namesake, the tarantula, with its mottled colors dotting its body and legs.
For now, her build is small, but who knows what she will be like by the time her apprenticeship ends.
One word that could sum up Tarantulapaw's personality is standoffish. Highly strung, she is typically on edge, especially when a situation relates to her family. She is overprotective of her brother, Cicadapaw, and would do anything to help him no matter the consequence. That said, she is definitely a cat that acts then thinks - which is sure to get her into trouble here and there.
Nonetheless, she is confident in her abilities as an apprentice, and her hard work shows in training. Passion runs through her blood, and she is certainly one to watch out for once she gets older. However, for the time being, she is quite the bratty little girl, but her intentions are good.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Fighting • Hunting • Listening
Weaknesses: • Swimming • Sociability • Tracking
Combat: • Defense: 7 • Attack: 1d20-3
Character Background
Family:
Honeyshark. Mother. NPC. Unknown. Father. NPC. Caddispaw. Brother. Adoptable. Cicadapaw. Brother. Played by Wren.
History: Daughter of the fierce Honeyshark, Tarantulapaw has tried her best to rid her memory of the kithood she experienced. While it toughened her up outside and within, it all but traumatized Cicadapaw, which plays into why she is so protective of him. Though Caddispaw also remained relatively unscathed, Tarantulapaw feels the need to play mother and protector to them both. Without a clear father - if any- it was hard to find family or solace as kits. Therefore, the three found peace with each other, and this has only expanded as they made the move into the apprentice den. Now, Tarantulapaw can only hope that the troubles caused by their mother have come to an end.
Description sentence: A fluffy subtle calico she-cat with pleasant light-green eyes.
Appearance: From most angles, Applebelly appears to be a large brown tabby and white she-cat. The revelation that she is not, however, comes when a cat faces her head on. The right half of her face, from maw to brow, is orange tabby. However, once a cat realizes that she is in fact calico, it becomes easier to identify the few bright, fiery dapples in her brown tabby markings. Down the length of her nose runs a white stripe, which leads to the dark burgundy triangle above her mouth. And, finally, her eyes. A pale yellow-green, Applebelly's eyes are neither striking or boring. They instead exist at the intersection of both: average.
Personality: A bumbling she-cat, the TidalClan warrior never quite grew into an understanding of her large, awkward limbs, but instead, it has become her personal way of walking, hunting, and, well, existing. While she may struggle with these things, her sharp mind makes up for it. With great humor, wit, and recall, Applebelly prides herself on having a great social memory. If a cat tells her something once, it's quite literally ingrained in her brain, which can be quite helpful when it comes to navigating social situations or new techniques.
Social situations, however, can be something quite difficult for Applebelly. She stumbles over her words, doubts other cats' intentions, and can be quite insecure. Others may find her annoying to be around if simply because of the kit-like wonder she still has with the world. She is entirely enamored with nature and all its sights and smells, which can be something other cats find amusing for a cat so far out of their apprenticeship.
Despite her flaws, she has a warm, inviting personality and can be an asset to any hunting patrol - if only for her acute hearing and not her accidental missteps.
Family: Mangowhisker, father, 46 moons, face claim. Iguanastripe, mother, 74 moons, face claim. Turtleclaw, sister, 28 moons, face claim. Orangutanfur, brother, 28 moons, face claim.
History: It was quite astonishing when young Mangowhisker, a tom just six moons into the warriors den, announced that he would be having kits with Iguanastripe, a she-cat many moons his senior. According to the gossip, Iguanastripe had long struggled to have kits with her old mate, Bitternwing, before up and leaving him for the young, fluffy ginger and white tom. Kits had been the one thing that she had failed at, time and time again, so it was a last attempt on Iguanastripe's part. If her young companion could not help her reach her goal of motherhood, then it would be time for her to simply leap into the ocean.
Her story was not always so dark, but Iguanastripe had borne far too many stillborn kits, and Bitternwing had been such a bitter fool, too. In reality, she had always been fond of Mangowhisker, and they really did establish a trusting and respectful relationship. There was not love but a friendship, which deepened upon the arrival of Applekit, Turtlekit, and Orangutankit.
The kits adored their father, but only Applekit stuck by her mother's side as long as she could. This was difficult if only because Iguanastripe had fallen deeper into a depression upon having the kits. She would lash out then apologize, uncertain what was bothering her. It was a difficult time, but the steady presence of Mangowhisker granted the kits the stability that they needed to be able to thrive.
Once they became Applepaw, Turtlepaw, and Orangutanpaw, the trio became inseparable. Sharing the same den without their mother allowed them to each grow in a multitude of ways. Applepaw became their pseudo-mother, doting over each of them. Turtlepaw became sassier than ever, though full of giggles. And, Orangutanpaw became their protector, always getting in scuffles trying to protect his family and their reputation.
Meanwhile, in Iguanastripe's journey, she finally came to the realization that she was trying to use motherhood to achieve a sense of normalcy, when really she was creating a prison for herself inside accepted norms. At the age of 54 moons, Iguanastripe came out as a lesbian, with Mangowhisker as her biggest supporter. For the first time in her life, the anger she felt subsided, and she began to build better relationships with her children.
For Applepaw, apprenticehood was when her sheer size started to become apparent. Larger than Turtlepaw and rivaling Orangutanpaw in size, her awkward limbs brought her more trouble than good. Aside from sparring and learning new ways to kick off enemies with her back legs, Applepaw struggled to be a "good" apprentice. However, her mentor ensured that she knew that there were many aspects of warrior life, which helped comfort Applepaw on her darker days.
Becoming a warrior was a dream come true, and the jolly she-cat received a name that reflected her joyous nature: -belly. It was her high spirits even in the face of her clumsy accidents that allowed cats around her to grow fond of her, laughing with her rather than at her. Though, some still teased her that -belly was really for her neverending, fluffy white underbelly.
Several moons into being a warrior, she fell ill with a cough that wouldn't subside for nearly two moons. Confined to the healer's den, she spent two weeks recovering before she could finally return to her duties. Being slowed down like that made her conscious of how the cats in TidalClan treated their elders. As her mother transitioned to the Elder's den, it became more and more common for Applebelly to be found there too, ensuring that there were always ears for their stories, needs, and wants.
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