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.
When the hot, heavy sun beat down over the clans and the sand became too hot to touch, the JungleClan tom's favorite place to be was either in water or in the shade. It was easier to find the latter in the jungle, of course. So, it came at no surprise that the brown-black tom was slinking through the thick, tangled undergrowth near sunset, in an attempt at getting away from the heat.
He'd spent the day rather lazily, preferring to spend his time nocturnally during Scorching Sands, though he'd been a part of a patrol earlier that day. In between, Shoalclaw had managed to doze off and on, waiting until just before nightfall to head out, hopes set on bringing home some prey.
Like the thick, humid air surrounding him, the jungle was thick with foliage and plants. If a cat wasn't careful, their paws could easily get caught, causing an unfavorable tumble -- which would likely scare off any prey, too. His pale yellow eyes remained focused, watching for any movement that could alert him to the presence of another nearby animal.
tagged: open! you could potentially scare the h*ck out of him if you're quiet enough
[attr="class","lost1"]Current Character: Iguanagaze of Jungleclan
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Deep within the Toucan forest, sat a rather restless, yet exhausted, tom. Iguanagaze was unbearably hot, even with the shade from the trees protecting him from the direct sunlight. The heat made him tired, but his rumbling belly made him fight the urge to slink off into the warrior's den. His muscles twitched underneath his silver-grey pelt. The tom was hidden, taking sanctuary on a low branch. From here, he had a pretty good view of the jungle floor beneath him.
His green gaze watched, but nothing was in sight. The only disturbance in the jungle was the loud screeching of the various insects, and the rather noisy monkeys in the trees nearby. The tom's ears flicked, trying to pick up anything. Right on cue, he heard the slight rustle beneath him, not too far away. He opened his jaw, taking in the hot, sticky air of the muggy jungle. Downwind from the creature, a familiar scent crossed his senses. Iguanagaze squinting his eyes, trying to pick up on the fellow warrior. "Must be out hunting as well," he thought, stretching his muscles before leaping down from his hiding spot. "The prey should be coming out of hiding soon enough," he thought, absentmindedly. He nosed his way through the thick vines and brush till Shoalclaw was in sight.
"Evening Shoalclaw," he greeted the tom. He sat back on his hunches, sighing. "How long have you been out?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "The prey seem to be hiding from the heat still. I've been about as useless as a dung-brained monkey out here." Iguanagaze flicked his ears again. The tom made sure his voice, while audible, was still quiet enough to not alert any nearby prey of their presence.
earlier that day, cinnamonstep had slept in much longer than she expected to. surely this was due to the heaviness of the air that kept everyone in camp feeling a little suffocated, and sleeping felt better than the chore of being awake. it made her feel lazy and cranky- two things she prided herself in not being. scorching sands was just the worst. her normally energetic self felt absolutely deflated this time of year.
the warrior craned her neck to squint through the canopy, multitudes of green leaves backlit by the setting sun and lit up in brilliant neon hues. though it was nowhere near refreshing, nighttime put some pep in her step at least. feeling like she needed to make up for the few extra hours of sleep she stole this morning, the young cat set out of camp for the second time that day. her afternoon patrol went fine, but it seemed that most of her clanmates were in a similar state of being as she. everyone surely just wanted to sleep in the shade until the gods pulled the reins on these cruel temperatures.
fallen leaves and warm forest loam cushioned her footfalls, a crunch with every step. in spite of everything, stealth would never be cinnamonstep's strong point. she was thinking this with a bit of disappointment just as a familiar scent met her senses and caused her ears to prick up happily. her father had just come this way recently. the she-cat parted her maw slightly to pinpoint his trail and then picked up her pace to find him.
just as she neared, taking care to try and quiet her steps in case shoalclaw was hunting, cinnamonstep heard a voice that definitely did not belong to her father. she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed and wished she could turn and disappear back into the forest. but by now she was close enough her scent had surely wafted around her clanmates- she better make herself known. "evenin'," the small she-cat murmured a bit awkwardly as she pushed through the foliage and greeted both iguanagaze and shoalclaw. "prey running yet?"
the brown tom glanced at iguanagaze as he entered the small area in which shoalclaw had been nestled. annoyance caused his fur to bristle, and he began racking his brain for a retort. just before he could mouth off at the tom, cinnamonstep arrived. "evening, cinnamonstep." the jungleclan tom purred warmly at her, giving her a friendly wink.
his facial expression quickly turned to a scowl as he regarded her question. "there was potential for them to be found a little before they truly begin to wake," muttered shoalclaw. "but iguanagaze has decided to explain to me how big of a... what was it? a dung-brained monkey? yes. how big of a dung-brained monkey he is."
a pause. "now, i suppose we can make a true hunting patrol, but first we need to kill more time." he concluded, nodding definitively at his own words. "what do you think, cinnamonstep?"
[attr="class","lost1"]Current Character: Iguanagaze of Jungleclan
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Iguanagaze clenched his jaw. Shoalclaw was about as friendly as an agitated porcupine. The obvious disappointment the two had for his presence was pretty clear, but instead of letting him be bothered by it, the tom decided to make some fun out of it. "I wonder who pissed in their bedding this morning," though the tom, the annoyance jabbing him like a thorn stuck in his pelt. Deciding to ignore the fact that Shoalclaw didn't even say hello to Iguanagaze, he shifted his attention to Cinnamonstep. The sweet, little she-cat wasn't known as the most social warrior, but she was tolerable none-the-less.
"Ah, yes, what a waste to describe the apparent. But, he's right, we should try to find something to do in the meantime," Iguanagaze tried to come off as aloof, but ended up sounding annoyed. He had wished it had been someone, anyone, but the rather odd father-daughter duo. But, he had the pleasure of somehow entertaining the two on this peculiar hunting patrol.
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ TAGS doe & theodora sorry my inspiration for this post sucks ;-;
High up in the canopy, a lean white she-cat stirred and grumbled to herself in annoyance. There was no such thing as a pleasant mood for this one. She had just been woken up a few moments ago, due to some incessant chatter below.
Cranefeather hardly ever slept with the Clan. She instead snuck away every night to sleep alone in the jungle, much to the Clan's disapproval. She hated that more and more cats were staying out late at night. Night was her time. She also hated that they had disturbed her sleep. She took no heed to missing patrol assignments this morning; the heat had made her too lazy to climb out of the canopy that she called her nest.
It seemed to be long past morning, but Cranefeather still groaned internally at the sound of other cats. What were they even doing? Hunting in this heat?
Grumpily, she peered down and scented Shoalclaw, Iguanagaze, and Cinnamonstep. None were cats she particularly hated, but there weren't really cats in the Clan that she liked either. If they were hunting, Cranefeather decided to be petty and get back at them for waking her up. She snapped several small branches in her jaws and dropped them toward the foliage below. That is sure to scare off their prey and rustle their pelts. Maybe even scare them a little bit.
She yawned, stretched, and pressed herself against the tree. The bark was cooler than the air. Clan duties or not, she was not planning on doing much else today.
the young molly stopped short as she snapped her gaze up from her paws to the two cats before her. she shifted uneasily, noticing the tension all at once. or was she making it up? no, no shoalclaw's pettiness generally knew no bounds. the air was thick between the two toms and that was none of her doing- but perhaps she made it worse simply by being there. her father could be tolerable with others when he needed to, but talking about iguanagaze to her as if he weren't tail-lengths away made her physically cringe. "erm," she managed awkwardly in shoalclaw's pause, "I-"
she was happy to let the other tom get a word in edgewise, though of course iguanagaze seemed happy to let her father walk over him. she sighed. she should have just turned around and let these two sort whatever this was out. cinnamonstep certainly didn't have the social skillset required to navigate all of this but it seemed that she was stuck now.
suddenly, cinnamonstep jumped. a squeak might have emerged from her throat. something had just hit her tail! she spun, fully startled, and was faced with nothing. well, nothing out of the ordinary. she was certain she'd heard something though. turning back to her clanmates with a brow raised quizzically, she silently wondered if she was just going crazy. "um, hunting- yes, er- shall we?" the warrior attempted to grapple back her dignity somewhat weakly, and let her gaze drop to her paws once more.
as iguanagaze acknowledged that there was nothing to be done in the present situation, shoalclaw nodded to him, managing a half-smile. "yer not so bad afterall, are you iguanagaze?" the older tom murmured, growing more relaxed now that the group had settled in better. he did notice cinnamonstep's slight startle, and he frowned for a heartbeat.
"sweet, we can't hunt just yet, the prey haven't come out." he gently reminded her. "are you alright? something hit you?" the jungleclan warrior added, peering all around them. his eyes lifted to the air, toward the thick, overlapping branches and he took a moment to breathe in deeply.
the scents of the jungle were busy, but there was a pattern to them. in the air, he could identify himself, cinnamonstep, and iguanagaze. and yet, there seemed to be someone else's scent lingering. it was not stale, and he heard nothing else at their level, so his bright eyes swept around, looking for something - anything - to alert him of another cat's presence.
suddenly, a patch of white among the greenery made him start. shoalclaw thought through the short list of white cats in the clan, pausing to chew at the inside of his cheek. not many, really, especially with that much white in their pet. scowling again, the tom rolled his eyes. "speaking of dung-brained monkeys..." he muttered under his breath.
"cranefeather!" he half-yowled. "being a lazy cow again, are you?"
Cranefeather purred a short noise of amusement as Cinnamonstep jumped. She enjoyed nothing more than annoying and bothering energetic Clanmates like that. Hunting. What hunting were these mouse brains going to get done with weather like this? The air tasted like nothing but sweat and flies.
She heard Iguanagaze's indignant yowl. The older tom must have spotted her. Cranefeather was a easy sight, honestly, and she wondered why the two others had been startled by her trick at all. She rolled over and rubbed her itchy back against the bark of the tree. She did not even answer Iguanagaze's insult. There was really no need for that.
But lazy? That she was today. Who wasn't lazy in this weather? Cranefeather was a selfish cat and could care less about the Clan's well-being on days like this. She batted playfully at the branch above her again, breaking it and sending a cascade of leaves, branches, and debris to fall to the foliage below. That would be sure to scare off any prey that the trio were looking for.
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Iguanagaze felt a shift in the tension. While Shoalclaw was a rather rude and blunt senior warrior, the tom had a reputation to keep for his mate, and being an argumentative prick wouldn't shine the best of light towards her. He opened his mouth to try to come up with something to do to wait out the heat, when rustling of leaves made his fur stand on end. His ears twitched, annoyance spreading across his face. Cinnamonstep, while adorable, startled like a kit leaving the nursery for the first time. Iguanagaze chuckled in his thoughts, praying to Starclan to protect this pure she-cat.
Luckily for him, Shoalclaw turned his insults to the trees. Squinting, Iguanagaze then saw was what making a ruckus. Though white was a color that made the sunlight more bearable, its striking contrast with the dark green leaves left the she-cat standing out, even in the dense branches. Internally, Iguanagaze moaned. Not only was Shoalclaw amongst the hunting party, now Cranefeather was getting involved. Chewing the inside of his mouth, the tom argued with himself; get involved or get out. From his interaction from Shoalclaw, he was in kind of a bitter mood. He didn't want to agitate the she-cat, but it seemed that she was far past that already.
"Odd, Cranefeather, I'd have to agree with Shoalclaw" he purred, sitting on his hunches and giving his shoulder a quick lick, "I don't remember seeing you on this morning patrols either. Taking the day off?" The tom sighed, "if only I had the time off, maybe I too could be working on nest weaving up there with the cockatoos."
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