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.
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an anxious little nervous wreck. a ball of intense emotions, sensitive but in denial about it. massive delicate ego, however sweet and kind in most cases. shy and quiet. doesn't quite fit in or belong, feels lost. catches feelings a little too easily. very good, loyal, supportive friend but has difficulty making friends.
NEEDS/POSSIBILITIES friends! possibly a mate. probably won't have many true enemies. (i won't give her a crush on anyone without discussion, don't worry!)
Description sentence: A big brown tabby tom with golden eyes.
Appearance: Caimanstrike is a truly massive cat, both in bone and muscle. His head is broad and round, with small ears. He certainly isn't particularly pretty, but instead he is more of a handsome cat, albeit a little unique looking. A couple faint scars criss-cross the bridge of his rounded nose. His shoulders are thick and heavy, his limbs thick, short, and stocky. He's far from an agile cat, but he gets around well enough despite his size. Adding to his appearance is a fiercely thick brown and black coat, orange around his nose and ears. He's studded with long, silvery guard hairs all over his body, giving him an almost brindled appearance. He sports the hints of a broken-up white underbelly; a couple white spots on his muzzle, a white dash on his chest, and a few dapples of white from chest to stomach. His large, round eyes are a lovely golden-yellow shade, framed by starkly contrasting black stripes and waves. Caimanstrike's tail is a long, thick plume of impressive size despite the relative shortness of the rest of his coat.
Personality
Please list at least three positive and three negative traits for your character below.
Personality: Caimanstrike is not a morally good cat, strictly speaking. He is an unrepentant narcissist, with a vicious temper and a blinding loyalty to his clan. He follows the rules without fail, and does not tolerate well those that treat them as suggestions. He takes his job as a warrior very, very seriously. On the other hand, he's not as kind to his clanmates as he seems, and isn't past manipulating them to do his bidding and the bidding of the rest of the clan. He's an expert in validating and justifying himself. Whatever he does, it's "for the greater good" and "for the good of the clan." He's a very ends-justify-the-means type.
He's not entirely bad, though, and not entirely self-serving either. Caimanstrike has quite the romantic side, and a strong desire for a family and plentiful kits to teach and be proud of. In addition, his prowess in battle is impressive. It's made even moreso by his fearlessness, even if he is brave to a fault - he doesn't fear even the things that he should fear, which often comes off as foolish. To him, it doesn't seem foolish, he knows he's in danger, but some wire somewhere in his mind seems to have come undone. Another thing he seems incapable of feeling is guilt, in the vast majority of cases. He does what he wants as long as it isn't against the rules, even if it means causing great emotional harm to those around him. The only cats immune from his machinations are those closest to him - his sister and mother. To him, they are the best things to ever happen to him, his equals, it is his duty to protect them from physical and mental harm both. Just as he is capable of great hatred and rage, so he is capable of immense love. Possessive love, unhealthy love, jealous love, but love nonetheless. As much as he longs to add a mate and children to the list of great loves in his life, Caimanstrike does very poorly at the day-to-day of relationships, and though he does anything he can for his clan he just doesn't seem to understand what other cats want from him.
Skills & Combat
Please list at least three strengths/weaknesses your character may have, such as: hunting, fighting, swimming, healing, etc.
Strengths: • Close combat • Hunting • Ambushing • Public speaking • Leadership
History: Crocodilebite was a militant, harsh father with high standards and Frogfoot was the much younger, much kinder queen who had unfortunately ended up with him. She had been his apprentice, some year or two prior, and it wasn't until she had his kits that she began to see his true side. Caimankit and Pansypetal were both large, healthy kits that grew quickly. They were as close as any other siblings, though they had few others their age to play with at the time. So the two played together, encouraged heavily by Crocodilebite. But playing was seldom just playing for him. He watched the two like a hawk, ready to point out the slightest flaw in their technique or stance. It was to make them better warriors, he said.
And as apprentices, the pressure didn't let up either. Caimanpaw was given a stern mentor, who at Crocodilebite's prodding also held him to unusually high standards. Nothing was ever good enough, even when Caimanpaw won. And he began to win more and more frequently as he got older, simply on account of his size. He was looking down at his mentor before he was a year old, and by the time he became a warrior he was just ever so slightly taller than his father. Pansypetal had it a little easier, but found herself limited in another way. Her father was incredibly controlling of what tomcats she spent her time with, even becoming annoyed with her for going on patrol or hunting with toms.
Eventually, Crocodilebite died, unexpectedly and a little younger than most, from a swiftly moving illness of some kind that simply could not be treated. Still, he was nearly seven and a half years old, or 90 moons. Pansypaw has since found a mate, and she and Caimanstrike remain close.
Description sentence: A lanky ginger she-cat with green eyes.
Appearance: Snakefang's coat is an intense shade of orange, standing out like a sore thumb in grass and flora. However, against rocks and sand it blends in surprisingly well, making her an excellent hunter in her coastal home. There are a few spots of white on her pelt - one on her chest, another on her tummy, and more on her paws. Her back paws are white up to her heels, and on her front paws she sports only little white toes. The she-cat's fur is short but thick and soft, mostly devoid of visible scars and always well-groomed. Snakefang's build is much more like that of a Jungleclan cat, for she is tall and leggy, large in build but slender, lacking much muscle or fat on her frame. Despite the bright color of her body, her most identifiable trait are her eyes, a striking green shade that pops against the gingery orange of her face. Mackerel tabby stripes mark her coat, darker and more common over her shoulders, legs, and tail.
Personality: Listen to all, talk to few. A bundle of anxious nerves, that's what Snakefang is. She is seemingly cursed with an intense fear, without rhyme or reason, that rears its ugly head when everything is objectively A-OK. The caution it leaves her with could certainly be handy, but to her it simply isn't worth how it makes her feel. On the other hand, she is intelligent, witty. She spends a great deal of time thinking, about solutions to problems or past mistakes. She is especially guilty of turning over conversations in her head again and again, sometimes finding insight and at other times finding slight, where perhaps none was intended. Her tendency towards being held prisoner in her own mind makes her a perceptive cat, with great interpersonal intelligence and mountains of empathy for others. She easily holds close friendships and wicked grudges, never forgets a name or face, and yet she finds making new relationships difficult. Snakefang prefers the company of herself and those she knows well to those she doesn't. Always nervous to mess up, to say the wrong thing or perhaps do some other social no-no, the process of making new friends is a laborious and exhausting one for her. She puts a great deal of energy and care into her interactions with others, which results in needing to rest and "cool down" for long periods, frequently alone. Unfortunately, she also catches feelings at the drop of a hat, which does not pair well with her other traits. Snakefang often comes off as aloof or mysterious, and when overwhelmed by anger she has an exceptionally cruel way with words, which tends to put some others off, but the reality is she is quite a kind and thoughtful, even overly affectionate, feline beneath her thick exterior. She is even, perhaps, a little too soft-hearted with how frequently something upsets her. While she encourages others to open up to her, she rarely offers the same, for she is a profoundly guarded cat whose pride cannot allow her to admit her fears and sadness to anyone but the very closest of friends and family, and even then only in passing. She resents the very idea of needing help in any way, opting to do most things by herself and to perfection.
Family: Tigertooth x Doveflight Dunefur, Shrimp-paw
History: Tigertooth and Doveflight were a pair of perfectly normal clan cats in every way. They were devout believers in the Gods, kind, helpful, loyal, and obnoxiously in love since they day they had set eyes on one another. They felt absolutely blessed when they finally had kits. Three lovely, perfect little kits! A big and strong tawny boy, Dunekit; bright orange and full of energy, Snakekit; tiny and delicate, Shrimpkit. The three were close growing up, and the sisters were close with their parents. They cherished the support and affection they received, as embarrassed as they pretended to be. Dunekit, on the other hand, preferred the company of friends. Come fledglinghood, the dynamic continued. Snakepaw received a patient mentor, who had her paws full dealing with her rambunctious trainee. She was love-crazed, immature, and like all adolescents thought she was utterly invincible. Snakepaw looked after her "little" sister, Shrimp-paw, acting as her sister's voice and backbone as the timid she-cat seemed to lack both. She was the more gentle of the two, and often served as Snakepaw's stable rock in the howling tempest of teenage emotions. The two were messes by themselves, but together they added up to more than the sum of their parts, each excellent at whatever the other was terrible at. Snakepaw had a new crush every moon it seemed, and every single one of them was "the one," whether they knew she existed or not. Frequently, they did not, and she would twist her heart into knots praying for them to notice her until inevitably she would move on to the next fling. Despite how trivial they were to everyone else, to her they were and still are some of her most painful memories. Not the most painful, though.
Such was the way of things, until only a moon or so before they were to become fighters. The two sisters, and their mentors, were travelling the length of the beach as they discussed the future. As if taunted by their hopeful conversations, a rogue wave came out of nowhere and swept the four of them into the sea. Only three made it out - Snakepaw and the fighters. Shrimp-paw was never seen again, and it changed her family's life forever.
Snakepaw became Snakefang, after the sharp biting tongue she developed in her sister's absence. It was like being bitten by a venomous snake. Her brother and parents reconciled, and all four of them became closer than ever. It instilled within Snakefang a deep fear, and a number of private neuroses. She feared being happy or hopeful, or even looking forward to the future, lest the waves come and sweep it away from her like they had taken her sister. Suddenly, everything she had worried about before seemed small, and her new worries were so big that she scarcely could see beyond them.
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