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.
Skinkpaw padded ungracefully into camp, regret clear on her face. Another failed hunting patrol. She sighed to herself as her pale yellow gaze scoured the clearing. This wasn't the first time she had to call a quits on her training. It was hard dealing with the death of her mother and brother and she often found herself struggling to cope with her mentors straight forward ways. While the torbie was getting quite good at ignoring her anguish, it was near impossible to do so with her mentor's insistence of teaching her the 'best' survival skills so she could 'survive' the next Shrieking Storms. It made sense, definitely, but Skinkpaw just didn't like hearing those words. It implied her brother just didn't have enough skill or that her mother was unqualified. She couldn't help but squeeze her eyes shut and claw at the ground in frustration as the thoughts of her deceased family swam through her head again. But the apprentice forced herself to stop. She was in camp now, and thus had a break from training and all the mental turmoil that came with it. I outta enjoy it. She thought, forcing a small smile on her face.
With a new goal in mind, Skinkpaw finally made her way past the camp entrance and into the clearing. She didn't hesitate to perk her ears at the chatter of cats in camp. There was nothing wrong with hearing some gossip here and there. She took in everything she heard and stored it for later, almost like a chipmunk storing their food. Eventually, she was standing at the mouth of the apprentices den. The torbie let out a sigh of relief. There was no sign of her sister Salamanderpaw. The red tabby was often stimuli for her negative thoughts. Instead, all she saw was a few other apprentices, one of which she knew very well.
"Toadpaw!" She called. Seeing her mottled comrade was enough to get the negative thoughts out of her mind, at least temporarily. She scampered closer to her black and red friend and butted her head against the other affectionately. "I just need to do something." She began. "Maybe I can help you out with one of your collections. Like the old times! I've been so busy with training... Luckily, I got a break today." There was a bit of regret in her last words, but she didn't dwell on it.
Toadpaw, quite frankly, felt bored. She participated in a small patrol along the border between JungleClan and TidalClan, but that proved to be quite fruitless in accomplishing what she wanted to accomplish. There was nothing new there. While padding through the hot, sticky forest with the group, she saw no new rocks, no new feathers, no new nothing. It was the same, boring old border as the few other times she has went there. She kept her hopes up on the way back though, hoping she could snag something and scurry away from the group to add it to one of her little piles, but alas, nothing interesting. Unless she wanted to come back with a leaf almost identical to the kinds she already has, she was going to just have to come home empty handed.
While she heard the other apprentices talk about how well the patrol went, with no sorts of trouble or apparent trespassers, she just headed to the apprentice den. Lying down in her small section of the den, she fiddled with the moss bedding, wondering what to do next.
When she heard her name being called out, she almost jumped. Turning her head up, she found Skinkpaw walking into the den, butting her head and talking about needing to do something. When she offered up a solution that included Toadpaw, the young apprentice nodded fervently.
"Of course!" She replied cheerily, bouncing up onto all fours. "You know what'd be a nice spot? The shore. I bet there's gonna be loads of things on the shore!" The apprentice replied to her own comment in quick succession, throwing out an idea. There were so many good places on the island, but she hasn't checked out the shore as much as she should've. So many different things could wash up, the possibilities truly are endless.
Bounding up to the den entrance without much thought, she quickly turned around to face Skinkpaw. "Let's go! We can bring some fish back too, if you're mentor is super concerned with getting things done."
Toadpaw's excitement was expected and appreciated. She could always count of the tortoiseshell molly to put a smile on her face. It was just like this when they were kits, and the molly was more than elated that it was the same way now that they were apprentices. Skinkpaw often found herself worried that with all the training, she wouldn't have time to be as social as she once was, but she had more than enough time.
The brown torbie molly followed after Toadpaw who had rushed to the entrance of the apprentice's den. The shore. Skinkpaw had never been to the shore. Well, her mentor had taken her there, but she had never hunted there or anything. The prospect of actually exploring somewhere she had never been before filled her with unease. And for a second, she wondered why her family was so obsessed with the unknown. Nevertheless, she had Toadpaw to show her around.
"Lead the way!" She grinned, bumping into her friend jokingly. "We're gonna have so much fun! I just know it." She waited for Toadpaw to move ahead of her before doing the same. They trekked the familiar territory, leaping over tropical roots and ferns. Her ears were perked, taking in all the sounds of the jungle creatures in whom they shared a home with.
Of course, the sounds of her surroundings wasn't enough to entertain a molly as social as Skinkpaw was. She turned to Toadpaw, a small grin on her face. "You won't believe this..." She whispered to her comrade. "I've never explored the shores before." She was sure Toadpaw would be shocked at something so essential to life on an island. It was true! Her mentor wanted her to memorize the territory before they tried going to water.
"I mean! I've seen it, but I just haven't hunted or explored there. You'll show me all the cool stuff, right?"
Toadpaw, given the green light, wandered out of the apprentice's den, head titled up. "Of course we're going to have fun! There may be a ton to do in the jungle, but the shore is where the interesting things are." Quickly gesturing with her tail to follow, Toadpaw bounded off, skidding through the camp entrance and through the lush terrain. Despite her rather short time as an apprentice, her exploration of the clan's territory meant she could certain locations easily enough. Her ears perked up when she heard Skinkpaw, and she stopped her walking momentarily to hear what she'd said.
"Really?" she mewed, taking a few steps back in surprise. "Well then, that just means we have more to check out! And trust me, there's a lot of cool stuff. Anything can wash up, meaning you can find anything there! Now isn't that cool!" Leaping onto a nearby log for emphasis, the small molly bowed her head playfully. "I, Toadpaw, vow to show you, Skinkpaw, literally everything cool on the shore."
A little low on oxygen from all of the talking, she hopped down from the log, nudging Skinkpaw gently. "Let's go!"
Picking up the pace a little, she trudged through the thick foliage, before finding it clearing out, dirt turning into sand and the trees thinning out. Her gaze trailed along the shore, still figuring out where to start. If she'd really never explored the shore before, where was Toadpaw to start? Just then, she saw something poking out of the sand.
"Oooh, seashells!" The tortie scampered over to the disruption in the sand. "Man, I bet there's a bunch here!" Picking up the one in front of her with her mouth, she turned to Skinkpaw. "We can do an in-depth exploration later, but right now there's way too many seashells to collects to just pass them up!" Her words were rather muffled from the seashell, but she followed them up with a goofy smile and hoped she got the point across.
