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.
Brindlebear was hot. No! It wasn't because of the weather. She suck in nursery for two moons and bore two kits into the world so this was just a petty little heatwave. In other words nothing she couldn't handle. It was her clan-mates whining about the heat that got her agitated. They need to learn to suck it up. Weather can't always been so peaceful and charming. They were lucky to have such days period. It could from wonderful to horrific in a flash. The bloody story of my life.
The molly huffed before walking to the fresh-kill and picking a lizard. She deserved a little food for patrolling all morning long. No little heat would change her daily routine. Brindlebear wouldn't be changed unless she wanted too.
Satisfied, Brindlebear took her meal to the corner of camp away from noise and flopped down. It was so tranquil almost her less grumpy than she normally was. Almost. Then began to dig in. Everything was just so quiet-too quiet. Then it happened. Why can't everything just leave me none for a second? She tried to annoy the feeling of eyes trying to bore into her. She just want to ear in peace. Maybe it was some passersby and it just would in moment. I doubt it. No, it got worse and slowly ticked her off more and more. Fine! Someone was about to feeling her fiery.
The warrior growled before looked from her meal and scanning the area. Where was the culprit? Oh you! If look could kill the spiting hate the litter brindle's face might. A large bi-color that all she picked on. No name or than because it wasn't important. He was big and bad but Brindlebear knew actions more importantly his actions would speak louder than those blasted looks. "Hadn't anymore told it's not to stare at someone! What to do want?"Go on make my day!
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The simple pleasures in life usually occurred in the evening. They were as simple as not being assigned a morning patrol, and the burly tuxedo tom was able to relish in the fact that he was not named last night. He had snuggled into his nest, still nursing his battle wounds from his tiff with one ornery young she-cat, and slipped off into a slumber. As usual, his sleep was disturbed; images of his father falling from the face of the cliff vivid and patronizing, the bloodlust he felt standing over the white she-cat, surging through him. Despite these nightmares, the tom slept better than he had in awhile, and woke up in an uncharacteristically good mood.
He slunk out of the warriors den, proceeding to stretch out his limbs, wincing at his sore shoulders, before settling down to groom his usually impeccable pelt. Starting with his chest, the tom kept an eye on the activity that was going on around camp, enjoying the silence that mornings usually brought upon the camp. Apprentices were out with their mentors, dawn patrollees were sneaking a quick nap before continuing about their day, and then there was Brindlebear - the obstinate she-cat that seemed to permanently be in a bad mood. She was a tough nut to crack, and Ospreystrike wasn’t really sure if he even wanted to attempt it, but there was also something about her that drew him in. How could someone wake up every morning and decide to walk around with a storm cloud over their head all day? It seemed like an awful lot of effort to him.
As the she-cat snapped at him, the large warrior stopped what he was doing, ears swiveling back and his eyebrow cocking. Had he really been staring at her long enough for her to notice? Whoops. The tom gave his shoulders a quick once over before standing up and sauntering over to the dark grey she-cat, dipping his head in greeting, a cocky smile on his face.
“My sincerest apologies, Brindlebear,” he began, seating himself down in front of her. His long black tail flicked over his paws, and he tilted his head to the side as he studied her. “I didn’t mean to stare, though I couldn’t help but notice that you look positively radiant today. Someone must have slept well, despite the heat.” Ospresystrike remarked, letting a lazy smile replace his cocky one. Perhaps what the she-cat needed was some friendly banter, and a few easy compliments usually went over very well with the she-cats.
Brindlebear's face didn't not change in the slightest aside from cocking an eyebrow. Oh now she remember him! Ospreystrike the well known Romeo who was a silly as fox. He thought world should just kiss his paws. Only the fools would fall for his charms and this gal wasn't one of them. Not after what happen with her first. She knew to very ware if there would a second and it wouldn't surely be him. However she did smile in fact chuckled a little bit. What nerve!
"Ospreystrike, I think we both know that flattery wouldn't work on me so cut your Crowspit." It's toms like him she despised. They give the nicer and sweet ones like Basilbreeze a terrible reputation. She could wondered when will Karma get the best of him if at all. Who I am kidding? Justice will always be served even it's by your paws. She had a few fine examples of that but nothing to think about it now.
She had bigger fish to caught."Now if you want to spend time with you have just said it." Did he really want thought or was this going to be another game of his? A game he would lose or would he comment more to boost her ego? How could say? She look a daring look at the bi-color. Come show what you go, dazzling me twinkle toes! The grey gently nudged her half eaten prey toward him. "You must be hungry make the rest. You deserve it."
No- not really only loose who work for do. All does he does is run his lips instead of his hips but Brindle will a tad generous. He better not get use too it. "Is the heat really that bad? I don't feel in the slightest. Maybe it's because I can be hotter than you!"
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His yellow eyes studied her, trying to gage her reaction, and felt a rush of relief when she cracked a smile and laughed lightly. So, she was able to express an emotion other than disgust and anger. That was definitely good to know. It would make everything a little easier. FOr the first time in a long time, the burly tuxedo warrior didn’t find himself attracted to her in the slightest, which was most definitely strange. Almost all she-cats appealed to him in one way or another, but there was nothing here. Perhaps it was her age, or her overall demeanour, but for once, Ospreystrike didn’t have to sit and figure out how he was going to make her interested in him.
“Well, you can’t blame me for trying.” He shrugged, the smile dropping from his face, replaced with a neutral expression, the one he wore the majority of the time. Truth be told, it was rather exhausting being charming and putting on a show all the time. He was a creature of logic, and even he knew that eventually, everyone got tired of pretending to be something they weren’t. Swiping his tongue on his paw, and running it over his left ear, the large toms’ whiskers twitched as she pushed the morsel towards him. “Sharing food? We’re practically mates now.” He looked at her quizzically, trying to figure her out. But he ate the rest of the corpse all the same, grateful for food in his belly.
“Lucky you then,” pausing to lip his licks, Ospreystrike glanced towards the activity happening at the entrance to the camp. “StarClan must have laughed when they gave me a mostly black pelt. It attracts the heat like no other.” The tom made a face, but he spoke the truth. The white patches on his pelt did nothing to keep the warmth at bay, and it generally took him a good hour to cool down after the sun sank past the horizon. “Maybe it’s a she-cat thing. Not feeling the heat I mean.” He couldn’t figure out if she was being serious, or if she was putting on a brave face, and not wanting to admit that she too had a weakness.
Oh now she was seeing the true blue colors of Ospreystrike. The facade of charming was rather unique but now she saw could must he just like to toy with she-cats for this own pleasure."No I can't not when there so many naive she-cat around." It had to bee said the most mollies were just plain stupid the same goes for toms but when their at young age. They think toms wouldn't manipulate them or break their hearts until it's too bad to chance what has been done.
Brindlebear didn't know how long her mind wondered until...Mates!? If only she could rolled her eyes hard. "Ospreystrike, please! You barely meet any my standards. I did that to be nice."Just shut up,eat and graceful. This bi-color might another bug she would have to squash.
She took a deep breath not to get so worked up need to relax and cool the fuse. A flare of mischievous keep up into her eyes "I doubt it because of you black fur so it's very long too. Your were born for the cold and it comes in handle to keep those "friends" of yours over warm and snug. Huh?" He was popular with those "ladies", was he no? "While we she-cats tends to do a lot work than more toms nursing kits,etc. We both can feeling it regardless. It just I have gotten used to it due being outside in so long it! It's the real way to build in endurance after all."
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Snorting with amusement at the she-cats comment, the tom began to groom his ears with his paws. There were numerous she-cats in the Clan young, and ripe for the picking, but they were all so boring. The only one that hadn’t completely bored him to tears was Cranefeather, and he’d forever sport the scar on his haunches from their disagreement. Ospreystrike liked a challenge, but not necessarily one that bit back. He paused to consider all the ways their interaction could have gone differently, but the spitfire was not a cat to be reasoned with.
“I am most grateful, Brindlebear. As I’m sure you can tell, my stomach is no longer loud enough to rival even the greatest of typhoons.” He smirked playfully as he continued to groom. He wasn’t entirely sure where he stood with the older molly, one minute her words scathing, the other almost friendly. It seemed that no matter what age, she-cats were confusing and infuriating. “It does come in handy, yes. But for the amount of chilly nights we do get, it seems a tad bit overkill. Unless I want to suffocate my consorts with my heat, of course.” He replied flippantly, placing his paw once more upon the ground.
“Yes, you she-cats do a lot. We get it, quit your griping about it.” He said with fake exasperation, a wink to ensure she knew he was joking. "I pray that one day I become accustomed to heat as well as you. Right now though, I worry that I may melt into the very ground we stand upon. Yoiu would be able to tell everyone who listened that you overpowered the great, unbeatable Ospreystrike!” Puffing out his chest, the tom made a point of looking proudly off in a random direction.
