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.
there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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Any TidalClan cat knew that neither Bayfur nor Rosefang were the brightest of fighters. They were young cats, after all, and were still growing into their paws. But between the two of them, Bayfur was quick to deem himself the brains. After all, his denmate spent most of his days laying around like a slug or maneuvering himself into impossible situations. But even Bayfur had his lapses in judgment; he leaned in closer as Rosefang spoke, grip loosened by his perceived victory. When he processed his friend’s threat, his eyes narrowed -- but it was too late to react. [break][break]
There was no way he could dodge the swift blow delivered to his belly. Bayfur’s claws were dutifully sheathed, so it was easy for Rosefang to shove him away (not that it would’ve been hard either way - but the thought lessened the blow of defeat). Rosefang had ample time to get back on his paws and launch a counter attack. [break][break]
Bayfur’s stomach churned as he rolled away, and he stumbled to his paws, crouching defensively. He knew Rosefang was stronger than him, and he had the upper paw on him in any battle. But if he was anything, he was persistent, and he was hot-headed and impatient. After he had caught his breath, he leapt again - this time a bit more unbalanced. He aimed for his friend’s paws, hoping to unbalance him before jumping onto his back, teeth bared to tug at his scruff.
there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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The patrol along JungleClan’s border had been a success, and Bayfur blinked gratefully at his denmates as they finished up their business. There were no stray scents, and the rival Clan seemed nowhere to be seen; that was as good an indication as any that TidalClan was doing their job right. Their territory seemed alive with little signs of active prey, and it was no surprise when a senior warrior in their patrol offered to take a portion of them hunting. [break][break]
Bayfur had to decline the offer, though. There was something about being around larger groups of cats that made his stomach feel all woozy and his fur all prickly with anxiety. That something only seemed to be alleviated around a few cats - and Tinystar was one of them. His former mentor made him feel safe when little else could, and he was eager to eek out a few more minutes with her if he could. When their leader made it clear she was not heading back to camp with the rest of them, Bayfur felt a mix of dejection and curiosity. Halfway back to camp, he excused himself from the group and backtracked, curiously tracing his leader’s scent to the lake. [break][break]
He followed her gaze to the mountains, ears twitching curiously as he wondered what she saw in them. Bayfur had only known them as distant landmarks, not potential destinations. Even when he had imagined leaving the Clan for the great unknown, he hadn’t thought far enough ahead to plot a point on the map and go there. Neither StarClan nor the Gods could condemn the thought more than the pit in his stomach did - and as soon as Tinystar walked up to the shore, the very thought dropped from his mind. [break][break]
Mischievously, he prowled closer, an old trick that he had played many times on her as a kitten. He circled round, pulling closer and closer… and then leapt, attempting to catch her tail gently in his teeth. Whether or not he caught it would be up to her; regardless, he would drop the act relatively quickly with a blink. “Tinystar,” he said, teasing in his voice. “Why are you running away from our patrol?” He glanced back to the mountains. “Did you get a sign from StarClan? Are the mountains going to explode or something?” [break][break]
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there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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A bright array of colors splashed across the horizon - an array of purples and golds that matched Bayfur's mood perfectly. The TidalClan fighter had a spring in a step and a purr in his throat as he met up with his fellow patrolmates. TidalClan's pre-dawn hunting patrol had been out for about an hour now, and in addition to his good haul, they now had the pleasure of experiencing a gorgeous sunrise on the way back. [break][break]
Bayfur still didn't know how to act around Duskleap; she was a reserved cat, and he couldn't get a good read on her. "How was your hunt, Duskleap?" He asked her, a bit tense as he dipped his head towards her. He glanced towards their third patrol member, Kelpwave, and flashed him a grin. His tail flicked delightedly. "I caught four voles," he purred, not intending the humblebrag. "Just sitting there - can you believe it? Here, it was just over here; I'll tell you what happened." [break][break]
"See, I thought I had scented a rabbit, and so I followed the trail, right?" He began explaining, padding towards the base of the tree he had buried his kills at. "But then I found a nest of them - voles! So I - I…" He paused mid-sentence, eyes wide. [break][break]
From afar, it had looked like his prey had been left relatively untouched. But Bayfur's neck fur rose as he approached, and his tail bushed out anxiously. Where he had buried his prey, there were deep gouges in the earth made by much bigger paws; the only remains of his catch were a few streaks of blood on the earth. Caught up in his storytelling, he hadn't noticed the strange scent; now, it covered every bit of his tongue. [break][break]
"D-D-D-D-Duskleap?!" he managed to stammer out. "Wh-Wh-What is that smell?
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Tags: Jinn (Ivystar, Leader), doe (Guavacloud, Deputy) seppi (Anispine, Medicine cat)
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there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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Bayfur met Rosefang's smug gaze with narrowed eyes and ducked away, fur prickling uneasily. He made a show of flattening his ears and lashing his tail as he leapt to the next branch; even though his denmate had the time of his life pressing all his buttons, Bayfur was still relieved to have his friend safe and sound beside him. Still, he didn't want to encourage Rosefang's lack of caution or teasing, so he kept mostly tight-lipped as he lead the way down. [break][break]Finally, there came a point where the tree's high up branches came to an end, and his display of irritation had passed. "I know you have the eyesight of a bat," he said matter-of-factly, "But try putting your paws where I've put mine, and shimmy down the best you can. And don't bumble over your paws!" [break][break]As much as Rosefang liked to say it, Bayfur was no expert at climbing. But his body was small and flexible, which made his descent much easier than his friend's. He hit the ground first, kicking off the bark as soon as he reached a safe distance. He turned to peer up Rosefang, watching to make sure his friend wouldn't slip and break all his bones. But as soon as he hit the ground, he was fair game. [break][break]
As soon as Rosefang hit the ground, Bayfur pounced at him, attempting to catch him off guard and knock him off unsteady paws. He pinned the tom carefully, and his time it was him who leaned in smugly. "I don't see any coconut's raining," he crowed gleefully. "Any more smart words, moss-for-brains?"
there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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Bayfur lashed his tail anxiously as he circled the base of the tree. “Stuff a squirrel in it,” he snapped back. “How can you be so calm about this?!” Rosefang’s nonchalance certainly wasn’t out of character, but that didn’t soften Bayfur’s scowl. His denmate often behaved like he had a beetle for a brain, and he felt like he was the cat who always dragged him out by the tail. As the two of them got older, Rosefang just got harder and harder to manage. [break][break]
He couldn’t even see up high enough to lead Rosefang out of this mess he’d made. This meant the only way to help Rosefang get down without breaking half the bones in his body would be… going up himself. Not wanting to seem scared, he took in a wavering breath and began his ascent without another word. [break][break]
His tail lashed anxiously as he scrambled onto a branch. This one was thicker than the one Rosefang was stuck in, and was about a fox length away. “Jump down here and dig in your claws,” He ordered. The footholds on the bark from here down were much more obvious. “And once we get to the ground, I’ll decide whether or not to flay your pelt.” [break][break]
there will come a day when youth will pass away. what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know there was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. i ain't got nobody. nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me? i ain't so bad.
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Bayfur spent the morning pretending everything was fine. [break][break]
And it was fine, really - it was fine that Rosefang had somehow managed to slip by him, the lightest sleeper in the den. It was fine that he left poor Bayfur fast asleep while he traipsed off to StarClan knew where. And it was fine that he couldn’t keep his eyes glued on the badger-pawed warrior. He didn’t have enough time in the day to be nest-sitting that oaf, after all. But he couldn’t help feeling that something was wrong. His morning rituals had were thrown completely off track. How could he wake up without nudging his denmate awake? And why was Rosefang's nest so cold? [break][break]
To make matters worse, the fresh-kill pile was empty. Anything that still lay in the center was cold and inedible - he couldn’t even find a piece of shrew to chew on. He mulled over his friend’s disappearance in silence, idly fiddling with a squirrel’s tail; the one time Rosefang ran off would be the time he twisted a paw, or met with a JungleClan patrol, or drowned. It was up to Bayfur to keep his eye on him, and he had failed. [break][break]
After that thought, he couldn’t keep his paws still any more. With all the grace of someone who has realized a swarm of hornets is after him, Bayfur ducked out of camp. His jaws parted as he tried to find Rosefang’s scent. But a patrol had been through, and another was on it’s way back. He knew better than to mewl like a kit to the returning patrol, asking if they had seen him, but he couldn’t stop his fur from prickling. He couldn’t weigh reason and anxiety. Rosefang probably wasn’t hurt - but what if he was? [break][break]
He wandered the forest in a haze, and at the trunk of an old gnarled tree he finally caught the tom’s scent - accompanied by rustling up above. His eyes traced up the bark to find none other but the tom himself - and StarClan, he was high. His fur bristled instinctively and he scowled up the tree. “Rosefang--!” He had to bellow to make himself her, and all the birdsong around them fell silent. “What in StarClan’s name are you doing?! Get down here - NOW!!”[break][break]
Your Name: Jori Your Current Characters: Bayfur Do you have any high ranks? If yes, would you like to relinquish any? n/a Do you wish to archive any characters/threads you have on the go? none
Description sentence: a pale spotted tabby tom with amber eyes
Appearance: Bayfur is a committed member of his Clan, and is often so active the thought of eating rarely crosses his mind. As a result, Bayfur is skinnier than most of his Clanmates, and is often the first to go hungry when there are food scarcities. He isn’t undersized, though. His moons with Cactusbloom as a mentor made him muscular, but he’s still nothing spectacular to gawk at. In addition to muscle definition, a few thick scars and a nick in his ear serve as a mark to remember her by.
Bayfur has short, pale tabby fur. He has broken mackerel tabby stripes that resemble spots dotting along his fur. He has yellow-green eyes.
Personality
Please list at least three positive and three negative traits for your character below.
Positive Traits: • Organized • Hard working • Social
Negative Traits: • Anxious • Bossy • Clingy
Personality: Bayfur's parents were made for each other, but they were not nurturing folk. Bayfur grew up knowing that needs were not a priority, and with it came deep feelings of helplessness. Early on in life, he learned how to push the right buttons to make others love him the way he wanted. Even as he grew older, he became resentful when cats couldn't figure him out.
See, unlike most cats, Bayfur grew up analyzing others -- and it hurt to not have that same energy spent on him. He has learned to catch the slightest signs of rejection, and those signs hurt on a deep emotional level. He doesn't hesitate to make his affections known, and has learned to catch the slightest sign of rejection. He desperately wants to make others like him, and bends over backwards for peer approval. Those who aren't alarmed by the intense way he takes to others will find a good friend.
Bayfur may behave like he's over-compensating for something, but he isn't a bad guy. Behind the masks, he's as hard working as ever, and a stickler for routine. He tries not to show how concerned he is for his friends, and hides his anxiety with pushiness and snarky jabs.
Skills & Combat
Please list at least three strengths/weaknesses your character may have, such as: hunting, fighting, swimming, healing, etc.
History: “Something is wrong with Gullstream,” the elders whispered. Baykit always wondered what was wrong with her, and wondered if he would catch it too. She took more naps than he did, and when she wasn’t sleeping she was getting angry about something. It took a lot of trial and error to get his mother’s neutral attention - and by the time he figured it out, he learned it wasn’t worth it. He was already full up on disappointment and shame, and it was easier to let it go.
His wasn’t the only oddball litter, and Baykit staved off his loneliness by playing with Smallkit (martin ) and Budkit. They were much smaller than him, even though they must’ve been the same age. Baykit played as a leader and protector of his friends, having grown up fast with nobody coddling him. Sometimes, though, he played his role too seriously; one day, he managed to get Smallkit sick after making him eat a pawful of random leaves scattered around camp. Even though the little tom was nowhere near death, the scare taught him to take life more seriously than ever.
By the time Baykit became a fledgling, he knew he was ready. He was full of energy and passion, and was ready to move into a position where he could prove his worth. He would prove to the whole Clan that he deserved to be loved, and that he deserved attention and affection. But his mentor, Cactusbloom (shelby ), had different ideas. She was a powerful and merciless she-cat, and cared little if her claws were in or out while they were training. Ambition turned into despair as his days out in the field were matched equally by days in Turtlehop’s den, trying to treat concussions, infected wounds, and limbs bruised so bad he could barely walk. Before long, the thought of training made Baypaw cower in fear.
By his ninth moon, he had given up. He had given up wanting to live in TidalClan and fight alongside his Clanmates. There was safety in numbers, but Baypaw found he had never found safety here. Sure, he would miss Smallpaw, but… he’d just trespass and find him anyway. That’s what loners did, right? And so he brought his issue to Tinystar (Artemis), trembling all the while. He wanted to confess it proudly and bravely, but it came out like a squeak. And under Tinystar’s stern eye he confessed his intense fear of Cactusbloom. The change was almost immediate; Cactusbloom was promptly kicked from mentoring him, and Tinystar took him on.
The buzz of anxiety was only cured with Turtlehop’s poppy seeds, but Tinystar made a much better mentor than Cactusbloom did. Under the she-cat’s guiding paw, he still harbored a great deal of unspoken anxiety whenever they sparred; when would her claws come out? But they never did, and eventually Baypaw became bolder. His paws fell into a steady rhythm of routine, and he started looking at things from outside his own nervous perspective.
The day Baypaw became Bayfur was just about the happiest day of his life. For a moment, he felt like he glowed; even Cactusbloom’s neutral stare only phased him half as much as normal on that day. And since then, while he still struggles with the normalcy of every day life, he’s glad he’s made it here.