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.
Cranefeather got her wounds from fighting Ospreystrike. Considering the state she was in, she did a horrible job of it. The other she-cat had wounds, and Ospreystrike, while wounded, still seemed to be up and around. Not that Cedarfang really wanted to care about that tom. The other she-cat flicked her ear, and Cedarfang flicked both of hers in return, eyes narrowing.
When Cranefeather's next words sounded friendly, the grey-brown she-cat kept her eyes narrowed. Her turn to fight did sound good, but she wasn't going to just stomp up and demand a fight. Not when he seemed to charm so many cats. It made her gag. However, worse than suggesting that she go up and fight him was insulting her skills.
She was named Cedarfang. Her teeth were her most useful weapons- she had bitten many in fights before, and her hunting tore out the throats of many mice before they knew what was coming for them. She was named for her fighting. She was not a coward.
Her fur bristled. Her eyes narrowed deeper. She got to her paws, slowly, but surely. "Did you forget my name?" She hissed. "I was named Cedarfang before you were even made an apprentice."
Her eyes flashed in an idea. "Do you wish to find out my fighting skills yourself?"
@sovereign | 218 words | the girls gonna fight? | creditJELLYFISH PRINCESS
mokepaw was not a cat to race. Call him bumbling or call him slow, this fledgling wasn't the best build for races. Before Smokepaw could claim that a warrior would also have to share for something big, Tunapaw was already out of the den.
Leave it to the outgoing fledgling to be the outgoing fledgling. Smokepaw jumped to his paws, having just let them relax after his day out. He knew he wouldn't win, but he had to try! Especially since Tunapaw decided that they were going to race with no questions asked.
"H-Hey, Tunapaw!" Smokepaw called out, starting to pad faster as Tunapaw slipped on a bit of moss. "Wait up, I can't run fast!"
Cedarfang's muzzle twisted as her eyesight shot down to Cranefeather's claws, then back up to the other she-cat's face. Whatever the other she-cat had said, Cedarfang was going to bet it wasn't pretty. Excuses, excuses. This clan was getting worse and worse, it seemed. If Cranefeather wanted a fight, Cedarfang would be glad to sink her teeth in and make sure she stayed in the den instead of walking in and out constantly. For now, Cedarfang would just be on guard.
When Cranefeather pointed out she wasn't hunting, Cedarfang hissed. She had been unsuccessful, and her hunting partner had practically begged her to take a break. If it weren't for Cedarfang's earlier weakness in legs due to constantly jumping and crouching, she would've continued, but she was here. Talking with one of her lesser liked clanmates.
A fling. With Ospreystrike. The sheer thought of that made Cedarfang chuckle a bit, her ears flattening against her head.
"I would rather claw the fur off his head than mate with him," she hissed, "But I will not make a scene in camp. If I wanted to fight, I would take it outside and let the blood hit the place not with kits infesting it." Protect the kits. That was in the code, and that was one thing she would agree with.
She ran a claw through the dirt. "Why don't you go fight him? Make your opinion even more heard by that... tom."
What a wonderful addition to her day. Alongside seeing that good-for-nothing pelt of that good-for-nothing cat, some other cat didn't know where she was going and tripped right into her.
"Watch where you're going, kit," Her ears flattened against her head as she spat her words out, mouth opening to show her sharp teeth. Her green eyes narrowed at recognizing the somewhat wounded, white-furred cat in front of her- Cranefeather.
Cedarfang was not one to take back her words, not at all. She had seen Cranefeather go in and out of the medicine cat den, due to some injury from a fight. Cedarfang did not find Cranefeather to be in a good light- more of a neutral view.
That didn't keep Cedarfang from being annoyed. "When do you think you'll be well enough to hunt?" She hissed, letting her claws curl into the ground in front of her. This time, however, she kept them out. Take it as a warning, dear Cranefeather. "This clan needs hunters, and you're sitting in the medicine den for wounds that aren't bad." Cedarfang huffed. "Pathetic."
Oh, I know... whining about how you wanted to get out of the nursery, if I remember." Smokepaw was one of Tunapaw's friends- of course he knew how he complained!
At Tunapaw's very... loud... grumbling stomach, Smokepaw's stomach decided that it would be a good time to speak up, as well. The large Fledgling's stomach growled like it was competing with Tunapaw's stomach, and Smokepaw laughed with Tunapaw about their stomachs.
"Well," Smokepaw meowed, embarrassment slipping into his voice. "If you're going to grab food..."
Smokepaw remembered an earlier point of discussion- the bass. "I want to see that bass you caught!" He got to his paws, smaller tail pointing towards the outside. "Maybe we can share it, since it is huge, and I doubt you can eat it by yourself." Smokepaw could try, but he was still a Fledgling- still growing he may be, but a big fish was not meant to be eaten in one bite.
The Commander of their tribe was always supposed to be treated with respect. They had gained their role in a legitimate way, and the tribe as a whole was okay when they rose to leadership. This meant that the tribe was okay with them being leader, and following the rules they set for the tribe.
Cascade knew this well. When she was but a small swabbie, learning to use her small size to her advantage, she was also obedient to the Commander's demands.
But now that Tempest was her Commander? Her own brother, her stupid, lovable brother? Older brother by a few minutes? The one who would go out behind the Commander's back, at times, and play fight with his friends and gain some really stupid wounds?
She did respect his decisions, of course, but there was always that hanging in the back of her mind. Her Commander, the one who tells the orders, was the one disobeying them in their youth. Hilarious.
So she approached him one day.
She smiled in her kind, teasing way, and she circled around him. "Hello, dear Commander," She purred, barely keeping a laugh out of her tone, "What will your instructions be today? Gather up all of the Navigators and go fight near the Island of Shadow? Go on swimming expeditions and leave Monarch behind to take over for a day?"
❝ But I just got in your way. ❞
Rosa | 228 words| why yes, she IS teasing her brother. that's what sisters do. Cascade of Roaring Water
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Wow. You're very lucky." Smokepaw blinked, mulling over this fact. He didn't like having to pull the ticks out himself, or having to go ask someone to get them- but he did so, because his body was more important than the pride from asking a favor. Either way, he was smiling at Tunapaw. He got something good, and that was wonderful! "The next time that happens, you'll have to grab me. Please!"
The elders. Smokepaw very much enjoyed listening to their stories as a small kit, whenever his father and mother were not busy telling their own stories to him. Made him a good listener, which he was putting to very good use with his friend group.
He huffed, still smiling. "Shellpaw can handle it probably because she's had worse than that." He doesn't know this for a fact, but Shellpaw was definitely having a good time in the Healer's Den. While he was a kinder cat, he felt like he would only trip around if he was the Fledgling Healer. "Sick kits, perhaps!" He doesn't know anything, but he'll stick up for his Healer friend!
Cedarfang was irritated. That was clear just from the way she walked into camp today. Her pawpads thudded heavily against the forest floor of the camp, her sharp, attentive ears were somewhat down on her head, and her muzzle was slightly open, showing teeth. She was slightly hissing, and glared at anyone who tried to even greet her.
Whatever her problem was, it was clear that she was NOT in a mood to talk with anyone right now. She sat down in a corner of the camp, licking her pawpads clean and wiping them over her ears. She had spent a while hunting, and, while she thought she would succeed, the weather was only getting them to not come out for her.
After rubbing her paws over her ears a few times, she looked up from her spot and glared across the clearing. She thought she saw the fur of Ospreystrike, and if there was anyone in this clan she detested more, it was him. He was a lazy little tom, who tried to cover up his laziness with sweet words the only got Cedarfang angrier at him. She huffed, looking away.
Surely, there was someone else who hated him. For now, she just sat in her corner, claws coming in and out of her paws as she told herself that breaking the code would not be worth it just for a strike or two at him... he was her clanmate, like it or not, and she was not going to injure a clanmate over her own petty feelings.
@sovereign | 259 words | Yes, the assessment of Ospreystrike is In Character for Cedarfang. Time for the girls to complain about him to each other?| creditJELLYFISH PRINCESS
You can't?" Smokepaw meowed, an amused tone on his voice. Of course Tunapaw would think that going to the healer's den for spikes being in him was going to make someone not like him. Smokepaw admitted that he had a similar thought, but Smokepaw would always counter that thought by saying the Healer would always want them to be healthy, not infected. "I would. Who knows what the tumbleweed could have!"
There was another detail of Tunapaw's rambling that brought his attention, more than the fact that Kraiteye still wasn't here yet.
"Wait... She does your tick duty?" He didn't remember anything like that happening! With Turtlehop, of all cats? He flicked his ears, frowning. Was he just... asleep during that time? He could never reach his back, and would always distantly worry about ticks on his back.
He must've been sleeping. Back to the topic. "When does she do that? If I knew that was available, I would have taken it- my fur is hard to pick ticks out of..." He laughed, giving his shoulder a nervous lick.
Description sentence: A lithe, somewhat muscular calico cat with a white chest and striking yellow eyes.
Appearance: Cascade is a naturally thin cat, unlike her brother. Like her brother, however, she has built muscle in her shoulders and legs, giving her a powerful frame. Her pelt has taken after her mother the most, with orange mixing into black. Her body is mainly covered with this nice mixture of black and orange, with the orange being an undertone to her black. In sunlight, it appears that some of her black fur shows up orange. The only points of white on her body is on her chest and a single patch across her muzzle. Her vivid yellow eyes sit in the middle of black and orange fur, an attracting point for many who speak with her.
Personality: Cascade was not born as vibrant, temperamental, and assertive as her brother was. She was always the more mellow type of the two. However, don't mistake her soft, calm words for her being the 'weaker' of the two. She merely takes a different path to greatness.
While her passion isn't as much of a focus of her personality, Cascade definitely is focused. She knows about her strengths, and she uses them to great advantage. She likes to make friends, and her confident and calm nature helps combine into a friend to lean on... especially considering how much effort she puts into hunting and exploring the island they live on.
However, her confidence comes with a weakness, and sometimes, her friendly exterior gives way to a sarcastic tongue. She is not known to hold back any comments she has on anyone, family, friend, or stranger. If she dislikes you, she makes it known... it just isn't easy to have her dislike someone. Her confident and amicable exterior hides a perfectionist interior- if she isn't the one doing something, there is a worry buried in her heart that it wont be right. Even if she is doing something, she will work tirelessly at it until it is perfect- and it seems that nothing ever will be. Even with herself- her brother is the Commander, and while she is a capable Navigator, she will always worry she won't be enough.
She hides this under her friendly nature and sarcastic quips, and is confident in all other areas when she removes comparisons from the picture, so that, she at least knows.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Agility • Fighting • Stealth
Weaknesses: • Climbing • Swimming • Fishing
Combat: • Defense: 14 (10+4) • Attack: 1d20+4
Character Background
Family: Hummingbird Flitting Through Raindrops (Mother, Navigator), Cloud Crossing the Moon (Father, Deceased), Tempest Rages At Night (Brother, Commander, played by Rosa )
History: Cascade and Tempest were born as the latest in a line of great Tribe cats- their line had a gathering of high roles in their past, with many great Commanders, Quartermasters, and even Witches scattered in their bloodline. This left great expectations on their shoulders, expectations that Tempest took to very well. Even as a Tenderfoot, Tempest would love to listen in to guides about their pasts and listen to whispers about what greatness could await the two newest in a great bloodline. For Cascade, she took a minimal interest in the stories, wanting to be herself and still be a great navigator, just like her brother.
When made a Swabbie, Cascade's smaller shape and dappled pelt were a great asset to her. Her Navigator Mentor taught her how to combine her stealth and natural strength, turning her into a cat meant for ambush attacks, which she used well to her advantage whenever she would be dragged into one of Tempest's stupid little play fighting games. She wouldn't mind, though. He was her brother, even if a silly, big-headed one. She had her own friends, though, and she would rather spend time chatting with them then fighting when she did not need to.
This led to her mother confronting her about her seeming laziness- Tempest was out there, fighting and hunting and always working, while Cascade would always sit at home. Cascade was a hard worker in her own right, just not one that went out of her way to work, and this led to an argument that fractured the relationship the two had- to this day, their relationship is tense, and Cascade gained perfectionist tendencies from an inner desire to at least get her mother to recognize she did have a passion, just not the same as Tempest.
But that was not important. As Cascade successfully passed her night on the Island of Shadows, she and her brother became Navigators, great to the clan in various ways. She would always tease him for various things, most of all his attitude. As he became Quartermaster, then Commander, she never doubted his leadership. He always was the most... ah... religious of the two. She believed in the gods, but not in the way that Tempest did.
Commander he may be now, but he is always her impulsive brother.
Rosa Hello!!! i've been looking around for a tribe adopt to snap up, and when I saw cascade I got attached, haha oops. Could i take Cascade of Roaring Water?
mokepaw was never going to really respond to Tunapaw's question. He was the type to let others have their achievements. Besides, it was just a small fish. Smokepaw didn't know what kind of fish it was at all, so instead... deflect. Yeah.
He felt proud for catching a fish at all, but the thorns on his buddy were more important. He leaned in as Tunapaw started his story, grinning as the other described as a plant he thought was holding prey uprooted itself from the ground and stayed connected to his poor buddy.
"Well, if there was prey, you would scent it, right?" He asked, taking on an amused tone with his words. "But I think I would have made the same mistake- I'm glad I didn't, because I don't think I would have done very well to get the tumbleweed off of me. That's what that was called, right?"
He laughed, letting his rounded ears twitch a bit. "I likely would have just walked into camp and headed straight for the Healer's den!" And hurt all the way there, but hey, he would have some help!