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.
[attr="class","tsnotes"] she's a sweetheart i promise![break] wc: 608
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[attr="class","tsbody"] The morning light was just beginning to break through the dense trees that surrounded the encampment that Toucanstar called home when she strolled leisurely back into it, a decently sized bat clutched between her ivories. She had woken long before the dawn to set out hunting, her compulsion to never let a minute be wasted forcing her out of the comfort of her nest and out into the jungle to find food for her Clan. Although she found that she excelled in hunting due to her quiet gait, she was rather unlucky this morning. After a long hour of failed attempts at fishing within the streams that neared the camp, she had instead taken to the trees to test her luck there. She wondered at whether it was her need to fill the time that got her up so early, or that she was still not used to sleeping alone in the leader's den - but she let that worry slip away as the fish did from her claws. Within minutes, she had selected her prey and brought it down with ease - bat wasn't exactly her favorite meal, but she was sure that someone within camp would appreciate the sentiment. [break][break]
Carefully, the lanky black she-cat placed the bat atop the rather small pile of fresh-kill. She made a mental note that she would have to ensure that it was stacked back to its proper glory today. She couldn't have the nursing queens and frail elders waking up to such a pitiful pile, especially not when the jungle was full of life ripe for the picking. Charcoal claws gently raked the ground as she walked over to the entrance of her den, nearing the towering Rockpile. Her motions were liquid smooth and calculated, each motion holding weight and purpose behind it. Toucanstar turned and sat down, letting her fiery eyes trace over every inch of the camp.[break][break]
A lot of cats thought that she was sneering most of the time. A lot of cats were right. Yet - it wasn't malicious as most kits immediately thought. It was the look of calculation that saw her turning over in her head which portions of the camp needed to be reinforced, which could do with being changed, and who exactly needed to be doing each of these tasks. It was the look of a leader who took pride in her Clan, and who analyzed each decision before making it. It was the look of worry and concern over the safety and health of her clanmates. This look remained on her features as she scanned the camp, yet as her gaze finally had reached the end of its theoretical lap, she couldn't help but contently sigh. [break][break]
Everything was perfect. The Clan was prospering, the walls were fortified, her clanmates were well - sure, the fresh-kill pile was a bit low, but that could easily be fixed. For today, she could relax and enjoy the morning. Her shoulders lowered and she drew her paw up to her face, licking it gently and drawing it over her cheek and then her ear. It was taking some time for the new leader to get adjusted to her role and for her to quit worrying over each and every detail, but for perhaps the first time since gaining her lives, she felt at ease. For once - she actually looked approachable and like she could have a conversation without worrying the ground with her claws. It took time, but she was returning to the grace she held as a deputy. A small smile graced her features as she happily waited for more paws to begin to stir within her camp.[break][break]
The camp clearing was peaceful until a small white tom stumbled into camp with loud pawsteps, dragging a plump tapeti. Despite his exhausted and disheveled look, his tail was held up with pride at his impressive catch.
When it came to hunting, Snowwhisker barely could catch an old mouse with how loud his pawsteps were. The only thing he had going for him was speed, something that mystified his Clanmates because of how small and well, very laidback he was. He hadn’t been actually planning on catching something.
It all started when Losteye dragged him out of his nest before dawn. The large she-cat has announced that she was going to help him work on some simple battle moves since the white tom couldn’t fight to save his life. Well, and he didn’t want to.
He knew she was being overprotective for no reason but he went along with. He had seen Nightwhisper’s gaze on them and he knew that there would be retaliation. After all, Nightwhisper was a tattletale and Eveningclaw was a bully.
Of course, Snowwhisker did not want to do any sparring so he tricked his foster mother. He was faster than her and as soon as they were in the thick jungle forest, he ran. He made sure that his scent was left everywhere as well as clumsily laid evidence. That’s when he had managed to snag the tapeti.
Which now brought him back to camp. He noticed Toucanstar’s gaze so he dipped his head in greeting. After adding his catch in the freshkill pile, he waltzed over to the Rockpile before he started grooming himself. “Nice day, isn’t it? How has it been treating you?” His voice was loud, his words a bit sloppy and slurred, but there was genuine interest in his voice. He managed to pull a twig out of the tangled mess that was his tail.
[attr="class","tsnotes"] Poor Snow never gets a break, haha.
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[attr="class","tsbody"] Just as soon as Toucanstar had set her paw on the ground after finishing grooming her face and ears, the distinctive white pelt of one of her clanmates came stomping into camp. She couldn't help the slight smile that rose to her lips at the sight of his impressive catch. Toucanstar knew the capabilities of her clanmates - and as such, she knew that catching anything was impressive for Snowwhisker, let alone something so large. It would easily feed two warriors, filling them up so that they could better protect their clan. She let out a soft murr of appreciation as he settled in next to her, tipping her nose down ever so slightly in acknowledgment of his respective greeting. [break][break]
"Nice day, isn't it? How has it been treating you?" the young tom asked, settling in next to her. Toucanstar's amber eyes lit up with appreciation at the conversation as she turned to face him. Slowly, she lowered her body to the ground, arranging her paws to splay out in front of her in the process. Her limbs really were a bit too long for her small frame, making her look larger than she actually was. A long black tail neatly drapped over her back legs, the tip of it twitching to and fro.[break][break]
"It's a lovely day, especially for the season. It's been treating me well - my hunt was successful this morning, managed to snag the bat," she purred, nodding her head over toward the freshkill pile where the black shape still rested near the top, accented by the kill that Snowwhisker had added to it. "How has the day been treating you, Snowwhisker?" her voice was soothing, with an undertone of curiosity. It was a rarity to hear the leader not yelling, and actually talking for once. "The hare you brought back to camp this morning is sizeable! Nice catch!" she purred, complimenting him on the impressive kill. Hopefully, with the right pursuassion he would continue to bring back prey of that size.
he slivers of sunshine glimmering into the warrior's den was what initially woke up the gray she-cat. For a short while, she allowed herself to wake up - blinking the sleepiness out of her eyes. Outside, she could hear the distant calls of birds and the quiet voices of the ones who were already awake. A wide yawn parted her maw, and after stretching her limbs out, Mistfeather gave her pelt a light shake it dislodge the hints of bedding that ended up tangled in her fluffy pelt during the night. She paused to give her fur a few quick licks - she wasn't particularly self-conscious of her looks, but she didn't want to walk out looking as if she'd been rolling in the jungle all night. Afterwards, she ducked out of the den, her gaze scanning the clearing of the camp to see who was all up so far. It was still very early in the morning, so she could still hear the quiet breathing of clanmates who were still asleep, but soon everyone would begin to stir.
She paused when she spotted Toucanstar and Snowwhisker near the fresh-kill pile talking quietly. Near the top of the pile, she noticed that there was a bat and a rather plump rabbit. Both seemed fresh - leading her to the assumption that both Toucanstar and Snowwhisker had been out doing some early morning hunting. For a moment she felt a touch of guilt for being asleep during the while - but quickly pushed it away. She hadn't been the only one asleep while they were out hunting, after all. Besides, she could always make it up by doing a bit more hunting herself later on. The fresh-kill pile did seem a bit on the low side.
Pushing her thoughts aside, Mistfeather began padding toward the pair, a friendly smile appearing across her muzzle as she approached closer. Once she was in earshot, her ears flicked as she caught a bit of their conversation. "Good morning, Toucanstar, Snowwhisker," Her voice was more on quieter side as she didn't want to wake up the whole jungle as of yet, but still audible. "I see that hunting treated both of you well this morning." She stated with a purr, flicking her tail toward the fresh-kill pile.
It was a wonderful morning. She almost regretted not waking up a tad bit sooner - watching the beginnings of the sunrise peek through the trees was one of her favorite sights - if she could wake up early enough. Most of the time she'd accidentally sleep through it.
Cranefeather carried a sizable squirrel in her mouth as she entered the camp. The Clan might be waking up, but the silent white she-cat had been up for a long time. It was typical of Cranefeather, as she often wandered out of the camp at night. She had left the camp late yesterday night and fallen asleep somewhere in the branches of the jungle. Although it might sound quite unsafe, Cranefeather had scouted out spots safe from predators after doing this for so long. She hardly ever slept with the other warriors anymore.
Unfortunately, some cats noticed her at night and been given quite a fright, a white ghost in the dark forest. She'd been questioned about lurking around during witching hours far too many times to care. Nonetheless, knowing the Clan's overall suspicious nature, she had been bringing back prey in the morning to appease their narrow-minded demands.
Cranefeather had no interest in watching the sunrise and did not go out to for sightseeing. She cared only that the night offered her quiet, and time away from her Clan. She still welcomed the sunrise though, because it swept away the dusty and silent stars in the sky. StarClan is watching over you, she had been told from a young age. However, as much as Cranefeather admired the celestial objects at night, she scorned the idea of ancestors. No matter how many Toucanstar, their medicine cat, and the others drilled it into her, Cranefeather could not bring herself to believe StarClan was on their side. Thus she often viewed the stars with a spiteful mind.
She passed her gaze over the fresh-kill pile and the other cats. The pile was already building up, why did she even bother to hunt? Without acknowledging the other cats, she placed the squirrel with the other unlucky animals. Toucanstar seemed busy, and that was alright with her. She had little to gain from interacting with her Clan leader, one who had beliefs so different from her own. The black she-cat was not the most approachable anyway.
“I wouldn’t count on me catching something like that again,” Snowwhisker said with a chuckle. “This was just luck after all that I happened to run into it.” Trying to get away from Losteye, but he didn’t mention that. He would only be scolded since Losteye was a respected member in JungleClan and well, he was always told off for his “lazy ways”. He wasn’t lazy, just a bit more laid back than others. He hated hurting others and he sucked at catching land prey. And he refused to put his paws in the water.
His eyes caught the dark pelt of Mistfeather. She greeted them but he could only make out only a bit of what she was saying due to her quiet voice. But he could guess it had to do something with hunting. “It’s probably my fault Toucanstar didn’t catch more. I’ve been waking up the whole jungle with my clumsy paws.” Snowwhisker jokes but there was some truth in his words. When hunting patrols were going out, he was usually told to stay in camp so he didn’t interfere when it came to such things. Which is also why he was called lazy.
Then he saw the white pelt of Cranefeather. She didn’t say anything as she added her catch to the fresh kill pile. Snowwhisker felt a small chill. Cranefeather always gave him the same feeling Losteye did but in a smaller amount. But there was a difference since no one seemed to be afraid of Losteye. But Snowwhisker always felt something...off even as a kit. Something malicious hiding in his foster mother. Despite this, he didn’t dislike Cranefeather. Maybe it’s because she didn’t hide behind a mask. He knew where he stood with her and well, even though he had witness some...things with her, he always thought of Losteye scarier.
“Hey Cranefeather! I see you’ve been hunting well too. Or did you sleep in a tree again?!” Snowwhisker greeted, no malice but there was a light teasing that was supposed to be in good nature in his voice.
Cranefeather passed by Mistfeather. That she-cat had a much milder personality than many of the others here in JungleClan. She didn't mind being around Mistfeather but also didn't have much of an intention to socialize with her either.
As for Toucanstar, everyone must know what she thought of Toucanstar by now. Cranefeather would, despite their differences, live under the rule of Toucanstar for as long as she is allowed. There were advantages to Clan life, and despite her lack of friends, she enjoyed the company and presence of other cats around her. It also provided shelter during the storms of Shrieking Winds. She didn't think Toucanstar was doing a bad job or anything compared to the previous leader. In fact, things seemed better. But she was determined to at least distance herself from those in power.
The last cat at the fresh-kill pile was Snowwhisker. The snowy white tom looked soft and kittypet-like. However, who was Cranefeather to judge. She herself carried a soft white coat and pink nose. Snowwisker caught her eye and approached her.
"Hey Cranefeather! I see you’ve been hunting well too. Or did you sleep in a tree again?!"
Cranefeather's whiskers twitched ever so slightly. What was this supposed to be, a morning greeting? The rest of the Clan wasn't so good at sarcasm so she doubted Snowwhisker had malicious intentions.
"Yes, I sleep with the hawks because they snore less than you monkeys," Cranefeather herself had no issue with being a little sarcastic. She glanced over at the hare Snowwhisker had brought back in the kill pile and squinted her eyes at it. She was surprised. That cloud puff wasn't exactly skilled at hunting.
[attr="class","tsnotes"] Sorry it took me so long to get to this! wc: 456
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[attr="class","tsbody"] At the white tom's gentle self-deprivation to highlight his inability to hunt well, Toucanstar scoffed in indignation. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Snowwhisker - you've come so far since your moons as an apprentice!" she said, sweetly for once. She tread lightly when it came to Snowwhisker and his ability to do things within the Clan. While he wasn't the most influential member of the Clan, he was still a clanmate through and through, and the Jungle ran through his veins in the same way that it did hers. She respected him for trying, again and again, to prove his worth and continue to support the clan in what ways he could - hopefully, one day he would provide the worth she knew he could.[break][break]
"Good morning, Mistfeather, it did treat us well. The jungle is plentiful this season." the leader greeted the silver she-cat as she strolled over to their small gathering from the warrior's den, finally looking away from Snowwhisker as she trotted up. Toucanstar had been an apprentice the same time that Mistfeather had, though she hadn't had a chance to overly interact with her over the moons. She noted that she should schedule a patrol with the young she-cat to get to know her better. She needed more interactions with her clanmates. It was a necessity. [break][break]
Snowwhisker's voice rang out to call out to another warrior within the clan - this time to Cranefeather. The black she-cat refrained from rolling her eyes, settling for a slight smile that quirked the corners of her lips up as he attempted to make friends with her. That was one thing that Snowwhisker was capable of, he was always so attentive to each clanmate and always trying to spark conversations and relations with everyone. [break][break]
Yet, at Cranefeather's snarky response, she couldn't help the bubbling laughter that rolled from her maw. "It seems the squirrels were graced with your presence last night, Cranefeather." she said, tail tip twitching in amusement. To be fair, she hadn't a clue how much the she-cat disliked her, but she was aware of how little she was in camp. Absentmindedly, she thought that Cranefeather would make a wonderful late-night guard for the camp entry. She would have to make note of it to Ivytide the next time she spoke to the deputy. "How was your evening out and about?" she asked the wandering warrior. Although she seemed nice and genuine in her question - she was sure that Cranefeather would be able to note her intention.[break][break]
Toucanstar expected her warriors to give their time to their Clan, not to waste it doing mindless nothings when there were many tasks that needed to be completed. Laziness was not something she tolerated.
Cranefeather kneaded the ground with her claws. Now Snowwhisker had drawn the unnecessary attention of her Clan leader. She was surprised Toucanstar had tolerated her late night wanderings.
Despite what she told Snowwhisker, half of the time Cranefeather would contemplate sleeping with the rest of the warriors. However, she left the camp so often there was no designated nest for her anymore. Wherever she tried to claim a spot for herself, the spots around her would almost immediately be vacated. She felt rather awkward causing such a disturbance in the Warrior's Den and preferred to just let the other cats do their thing.
The others were scared of her, she realized after a few tries. What were they even scared of? That she would murder them in their sleep?
I suppose that's not even too unreasonable of a fear, she mused with a snort. She didn't want the others to feel uncomfortable, but at the same time, it wasn't like she was striving to be a friendly cat. She preferred they feared her if it meant she was not bullied or bothered.
"Yes," she answered Toucanstar evenly. It was a bit much to be teased by her Clan leader, or maybe Cranfeather simply did not get that Toucanstar was joking. "The squirrels I graced with my presence ended up there."
The cold white she-cat flicked her tail pointedly at the squirrel she had killed and dropped in the fresh-kill pile.
