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.
Looking distinctly ruffled, Ivytide poked her head through a pair of branches that pulled away from each other in a tight 'V'. A rather stubborn baby chameleon in life dangled from her jaws, and the dark brown and white she-cat found herself judging the distance between her current spot and a spot on the ground that could hold her weight several feet away. Biting firmly into it's spine, her paws shifted against the bark, claws coming out to cling to the tree as she jumped from it. Sinking into her haunches, she closed her eyes and sent a brief prayer to StarClan before launching herself bodily out of the tree towards the rock with her legs and claws extended fully outward.
Any cats nearby would probably see an airborne form of their deputy fly from several feet into the air, before hearing a crash as she collided with large bush. Flailing and trying not to let go of her precious cargo, Ivytide struggled to pull herself from the top of a particularly prickly bush. A sour look on her face as she fell through an opening, several thorns dragged through her pelt as she tumbled to the ground with a thud. Her already ruffled pelt was even more so, some parts of it twinging in pain from the thorns in them. Ivytide was still distinctly proud of her catch though; the stupid chameleon had gone from branch to branch and had disguised itself so thoroughly that her teeth still ached from biting into the trunk.
Shaking out her coat and attempting to lose her irritation, Ivytide took a deep breath and started to count backwards from thirty. For a few minutes, she just stood there. Her golden eyes, glazed over from internal musings, were trained on a nearby flowering hyacinth. The she-cat withheld a sigh as she came back to, digging through the dirt to bury the prey there so she could come back for it. Perhaps her next try to grab some prey would be marginally easier?
[attr="class","tsbody"] Since she was a young apprentice, the one thing that Toucanstar excelled at was her ability to be stealthy. She could slink through the trees, black fur lending her camouflage as she disappeared through shadows, unseen, unheard, and unnoticed. She had set out early in the morning for something she usually didn't do - a slow stroll through her territory just to think and get her head on straight. Lately, she had been noticing that with the new responsibility of being at the top of the Clan's food chain came an increased sense of responsibility and as such, worry and concern. [break][break]
Were their borders being checked often enough? Were the cats within her Clan happy and prospering? How were the larger predators within her territory managing? The cats of JungleClan needed to be aware of all that happened in their Jungle, and with its vast size, it became increasingly more difficult. The only way to fix such an issue was to increase the size of the Clan. With more warriors, the Clan could afford to send out more patrols, raise more apprentices, and cover more territory in a day. Of course, such thinking was very pragmatic and didn't take into consideration the blooming romances within the Clan and the falling outs of apprentice friendships that could lead to more in warriorhood. [break][break]
Toucanstar slithered through the treetops, deftly moving from one branch to the next as she paced through the territory, always hyper-vigilant of her surroundings. She wondered at why she never considered taking a mate. Her mate had always been success, betterment, and striving to achieve more. She was mate to her job, to her responsibilities, to her Clan, in the same way that the Medicine Cat was. Yet - she had the opportunity to seek out more from life, but it felt selfish to do so. It felt selfish to think of herself before the many cats that followed her expecting her to know exactly what was best for all of them. [break][break]
She shook her head from left to right sharply and quickly, trying to shake the thoughts from her mind. Uselessly, she hoped that they would fall from her ears and scatter along the jungle floor like just more debris to be trampled under the paws, hooves, and claws of those that made the Jungle their home. It was as she was making this movement that she heard a heavy thud below her. With a start, she dug her claws into the branch she was on and peered out over the edge, ears perked forward for what could possibly have made such a loud noise. [break][break]
What she found caused a mrrow of laughter to bubble up to her lips as she saw her newly appointed deputy angrily holding a now dead chameleon in her jaws. She watched from above to ensure that it was Ivytide before she began her descent to the jungle floor, delicately moving between branches, leaves, and vines.[break][break]
"Ivytide! Fancy seeing you here," she said, a smile lifting the corners of her lips up. "Nice catch with that chameleon," she noted, flicking her tail in the direction of the now covered piece of freshkill. "Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you anyways. How is the title of deputy treating you?" the black she-cat asked curiously, sitting down on the soft jungle floor and curling her tail around her paws with a slight tilt of her head.[break][break]
