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.
❝ i need more dreams and less life i need that dark in a little more light❞
Call it a coincidence but it seemed whenever the temperature hit ridiculous heights, the young tabby apprentice found himself in a foul mood. Take this morning for instance: he had risen from his nest, and promptly tripped over his brother, then once in the camp, got yelled at by a nameless warrior to get out of their way. That in and of itself wasn’t enough to turn his mood for the worst, but the lack of prey on the fresh-kill pile certainly was. Didn’t any of the warriors actually hunt? The thought was bitter, and Caddispaw found himself stomping around the camp, trying to find a shady spot that still offered a bit of sunshine. It wasn’t a tall order, but nowhere that he settled granted him the comfort he was so desperately looking for.
After pacing the camp several times, he finally settled beneath the rock pile, and began grooming himself. His mind was a turbulent storm, curse words flying around so fast and angrily that if he were to open his mouth, surely they would come pouring out. With the around of warriors milling about, one of them would for sure hear him, and the last thing he wanted to do in this heat was take care of the elders. He didn’t understand how they could be so grumpy all the time, and how they put up with telling the same stories every day numerous times. Was that what was in store for everyone when they retired from their duties. StarClan strike me down before I become one of them!
Sighing heavily, the young tom laid down, stretching his paws out so that they were touched by the sun, and he continued to watch the activity around the camp. He wanted to do something, he just wasn’t sure what. He needed something to take his mind off of the irritation that was festering and getting worse by the minute.
Snowwhisker has been told to stay in camp again. He had woken up late and groomed himself until his fur was flawless, but now his belly aches with hunger. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to eat any fresh kill even if there was any, not with Mothflight’s teaching in his ears. Instead the tom scanned the camp, looking for some company.
He spotted Caddispaw, a newly named apprentice. He liked talking to the young ones before they grew up to mock and spite him for his lack of abilities. The snow white tom made sure Losteye wasn’t around. He believed she went on border patrol or a hunting party. Eveningclaw and Nightwhisper were also out so he wouldn’t have to worry about either of them.
He made his way over. “Why the sour face?” His voice was loud and a few cats stared at the two but realized it was only Snowwhisker who found someone to annoy. “Wait! Let me guess. Are you also bored?”
He barely let the other get a word in before sitting down beside him. “Me too. I thought for sure things would be different when I became a warrior but ugh, I’m still being treated like an apprentice. Did you know that Mothflight made me pick ticks from their coat? They’re not even an elder yet.” Despite the complaints, Snowwhisker only had fondness in his voice for his former mentor. After all, he had been a warrior for only three moons despite his age. He didn’t mind having to clean bedding for the elders or do apprentice tasks. He just wished to be useful to his Clan.
❝ i need more dreams and less life i need that dark in a little more light❞
Of all the cats that could’ve approached him, he was least inclined to believe it would be Snow-whisker. The older tom was a chatterbox, talking about anything and everything that tickled his fancy, and it rubbed the young apprentice the wrong way. Maybe it was the fact that he spoke freely, without fear of judgment, something Caddispaw lingered on. It could’ve been jealousy, or just that the tom was odd, and not his cup of tea. Either way, Caddispaw stifled a groan as his booming voice echoed through the camp, and plastered on a somewhat welcoming smile. The least he could do was humor the tom until he grew bored of the apprentice.
“I’m not so-” He began, before he was promptly cut off. Caddispaw cocked an eyebrow as the white warrior sat down, and he drew his paws in close to his body, and half listened to him ramble. Maybe if you didn’t act like an apprentice, he thought bitterly, nodding his head in agreement. The tabby tom made a face at his comment, and allowed himself a small chuckle. It turned out that picking ticks off of other cats was a sore spot for every cat. It made him feel a little better about his own aversion to it.
“I guess that’s the thing about mentors - they get to treat us however they want if they believe it will help shape us into strong capable warriors.” His own mentor, Ivystar, was intimidating, and he knew that if she asked him to pick through her pelt, he would do it without hesitation. “Were you not assigned to a patrol?” He wondered, glancing at the warrior with skepticism. It seemed odd that he was stuck here in camp, but what did Caddispaw know about organizing patrols? Surely there was a reason for it, even if he didn’t quite understand.
