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.
your namesake comes from the delicate, gossamer weave of a fleeting arachnid. at birth you matched the translucent web uncannily. fur snow-white, long strands feathered and easily tangled leading to too many day-baths lavished at your mother's tongue. white cats were a good omen, and she was proud you inherited her pristine fur. it meant you would survive the harsh environment you had been thrust into.
along the edges of the fur, though, the barest hint of silver-grey from your father. a slight defect from perfection but the color glimmered beneath the moon and wasn't vivid enough to be a beacon for enemies among the snow. kissed by the moon, your mother says you are. her sweet blessing.
your bones are thick and sturdy, shoulders broad and height tall as the mountains. a beast of a cat, they say. a true knight if they ever saw one. age has you filling your large paws, movements an eerie grace for one with such a grandiose form. age sees the silver edges of your fur taking on darker hues. no more the starstruck silver, but instead smoke-filled grey and night-touched black.
mother is taken aback as her sweet prince changes before her eyes. it is as though you have been dipped into the shadows and forever stained by their grasping claws and misery. she worries for your safety among the mountains. how can a cat as dark as pitch hope to survive if it can be seen so easily in the glimmer of day-lit snow. you take to the shadows instead, hunting and patrolling at night as your fur grows impossibly darker.
there are whispers of a cat who wears the pelts of their enemies. coat dark as pitch yet impossibly light just underneath.. a looming force that steals away in the night, heart as dark as the body that shields it. nose and mouth so shadowed within the face they remain invisible until it is upon you. eyes a haunting shade of chartreuse that glint with hints of madness. you have made a name for yourself, slinking about in the darkness you call home. the kingdom's shadow.
Personality
Positive Traits:
☽ Analytical
☽ Charismatic
☽ Intelligent
☽ Outgoing
☽ Genial
Neutral Traits:
☽ Inventive
☽ Eccentric
☽ Open-minded
☽ Intense curiosity
☽ Highly organized
Negative Traits:
☽ Stubborn
☽ Insensitive
☽ Condescending
☽ Obsessive
☽ Judgmental
Personality:
there is a tale as old as time, one of a spider and its crime. for the spider coveted the fly, he spun his web of woe. and so the spider beckoned to the fly, with lavish words and pretty lies, which first fell upon deaf ears. steadfast held the spider, until the fly could resist temptation no longer. silly, flattering words were poison through and through. for with all his disarming charm, the spider was always open in meaning the fly great harm.
since your young days, your mind raced a mile a minute. everything around you was something. to be explored. to be to be discovered. to be understood. you wanted nothing more than to know how the world worked, and such ponderous thoughts quickly grew into a near obsession. the more knowledge you gained, the more power you found at your paws. knowledge was respected because it is synonymous to power. and you surely wished to be powerful.
your heart is filled with light and joy in those early moons. you are outgoing, the thirst for adventure never quite quenched. all too often you travel farther than you should only to get in trouble and then make the same exact choices when the chance happens upon you once more. eventually, your mother and father learn that their reprimands fall upon deaf ears. you have no intent to stop your adventures.
your mind is something of a mystery to those around you. like a sponge you absorb information, picking out pieces you deem important enough to remember and compartmentalizing those bits so that they can be quickly turned to in future endeavors. once you make the decision to learn something, your brain won't let you forget it. such skills leave you to be a highly organized individual, so much so that you have been called obsessive more times than you can count. you prefer efficient.
mulishness runs strong within your family. brows set sternly in a bleak face, teeth quick to grind together upon the harsh locking of your jaw. you are quite like the mountains in a way. unyielding to outside forces and unwilling to bend if not on your own terms. more troublesome though is your eagerness to judge those you deem beneath you. your mother always said she raised you better than such primitive notions, but you have never been able to wrap your head around the point of treating others as equal when they are far from being such.
a slight smirk can be seen flickering over your features, eyes dancing with amusement even in the least amusing of situations. derision is your best friend, tongue an extension of your claws and just as scathing as those very same weapons. all in all you are an enigma of a cat. fearsome in form and - admittedly - with a mind so sharp it's downright terrifying.
quick timeline right now, this will be highly expanded tomorrow.
— born in the dead of leaf-bare. two kits with pelts as white as snow. near identical twins to a mother weak with exhaustion. hungry bellies and cold bodies, there is nothing available to fill your belly with. the soft scent of your mother is replaced with unfamiliarity. the strangeness is soon forgotten in favor of milk. sustenance. survival. in the background, your mother mourns her failure.
— once weaned you are thrust back into your mother's grasping claws. she holds her kits close, fretting over your every waking - and sleeping - moment. she worries that should she close her eyes the two of you will disappear. so frightened has she been of the harsh winter stealing you away that you've remained resolutely nameless. not that it matters much at the time, you're too young to understand such intricate things.
— the start of your second moon finds you with your namesake. your body isn't frail no matter what your mother believes. you and your brother will survive, so it is only right to hail you as something other than 'little one' and 'darling'. your brother is christened roaring rapids, for he is as loud and vibrant as the turbulent waters, blue-grey fur only solidifying the decision. mother says you are kissed by the moon. a blessing. though just as big as your brother, you are far quieter. your fur is silky to the touch, like liquid beneath her tongue. she calls you widow's web, after the translucent sheen of the moon upon the freshly spun spider's gossamer trap.
the swiftly dimming light arced across the sky, bouncing along the glistening water below. it cast long shadows across the sandy beach, giving the usually tranquil place a feeling of mystery. littleshark often came to crescent moon around sunhigh but she'd been entranced in her duties today and so her habitual walk was pushed back to the evening hours instead. even so, as she sat atop the shipwreck she couldn't help but feel at peace. looking out over the water, the sight of the waves splashing against the old boat and the salty tang in the air made her feel at home more than being surrounded by her clanmates despite her love for them.
[break][break] the sound of shifting sand brought the she-cat's gaze from the ocean to the beach behind her. the sight of sharksong was a welcome surprise but a surprise nonetheless. she had figured that the clan would be mingling by now and it was unexpected that their deputy would be out and about so close to moonhigh. standing, the she-cat made quick work of exiting the wrecked ship doing very little to keep her presence unknown. it certainly wouldn't do to give the deputy a fright when he seemed to be so lost in thought.
[break][break] landing softly in the sand once more, littleshark was grateful she hadn't had the misfortune of running into any rats. the danger was surely there as was evidenced by several jungleclan and tidalclan individuals who now boasted scars from the tiny beasts, but the golden she-cat had never payed much heed to danger. she'd much rather face it when it came her way than not do what she enjoyed out of fear. like her uncle had always said, fear was the precursor to weakness and the world had no place for such frivolities.
[break][break] grimacing, littleshark made quick work of wiping the pained look off her face as she sidled up next to sharksong. though she'd come out here to be alone she found herself grateful for the small bit of company and figured he might too. tired of the hustle and bustle in camp as well, sir deputy? she intoned, her voice taking on its typical teasing lilt. though the tom was now her deputy the female had a hard time differentiating his new title to their prior friendship. they'd grown up together after all, and as such she found no reason to treat him differently simply because his position had changed.
burnished gold glints through the foliage, sunlight flashing across leaf-green eyes. excitement hurried the she-cats steps as she darted over roots and under low-hanging branches with an ease that came from experience. once a season she traversed across tidalclan's land to the edge of their territory. though the main beach was named for its crescent shape, going further lead to her favorite place of all. the riptides. fur fluffing in anticipation, littleshark lengthened her stride as she broke from the shrubbery dotted along the edge of the beach. [break][break] cool dirt and grass turned to warm sand along the pads of her paws. the tabby female took a moment to appreciate the comfort of the shifting grains beneath her pads, relishing in the happiness it brought forth. tranquility washed over her as she tuned her ears to the gentle hush of waves cresting in the distance. moving closer to the sound littleshark allowed the edges of the water to lap at her paws lightly. the frothy foam that greeted her there tickled and the young fighter couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. she felt at home when she was this close to the water, but that didn't mean she didn't have a job to do. [break][break] ambling closer and closer to her territory's edge, littleshark kept her eyes on the lookout for possible dangers. there was never any telling when jungleclan would send a patrol around and though she was always careful to stay on her side of the tides she didn't trust the cats of the jungle in the least. at the light blue waters of the riptides came into view she slunk to the side, sidling up to the very edge of cove. as close as she could get without technically crossing over the border considering how it'd be hard for anyone to lay claim to the water at her claw-tips. [break][break] it just so happened that the riptide beach cove was a perfect place to find bullshark pups during the scorching sands season. one had to wait until a bit later in the day, and of course for the little devils to get big enough to give any cat sustenance. but now it was finally time. today, the would-be hunter would become the hunted. littleshark's mouth was all but watering at the thought of the tasty morsels they would provide as she waited, watching the waters below.
forcing his breathing to return to an even keel, cicadapaw gave a light groan as a shaft of sunlight pierced his eyes. he could hear the moment barracudabite rose, and for a moment the apprentice was sure his mentor would leave him in there in the dirt. it wasn't a far-fetched train of thought for the young tom. after all, it was what the majority of his fellow apprentices tended to do when confronted with the hardship of extending a helping paw or ignoring his plight altogether. cicadapaw surmised that ignorance was in fact bliss. [break][break] the older male's voice coming from above startled the brown and white trainee but the cold press of a nose in his flank shocked him even more. incessant nudging on his mentor's part forced cicadapaw into action despite wanting to remain in his prone position. even sitting though, he kept his eyes turned towards his paws, grimacing as they shuffled self-consciously against the ground as though they had a mind of their own. [break][break] cicadapaw, you need to put your fear of failure behind you. barracudabite's words had the apprentice's head jerking up. bright blue eyes darted back and forth across the silver tom's face searching for any sign of pity or shame. while he was used to seeing such emotions upon the faces of other cats cicadapaw could barely understand the relief he felt when he couldn't find the same in his mentor's gaze. in truth he didn't think he could handle another cat feeling sorry for him. instead his trainer's voice was firm as he continued on. [break][break] how would any of us learn at all if it wasn't for our failures? even i could not have perfected that move on my first try. the brown male found his eyes rolling in a rare show of irritation. but you got it eventually, right? you're a strong fighter, everyone probably had faith in you but.. but no one believes in me. those baby blues started watering once more and cicadapaw clenched his jaw as his throat tightened. teeth dove into his tongue to force back the visual show of his weakness. [break][break] seeing the slight softening of his mentor's eyes was cicadapaw's breaking point. and then barracudabite was back to normal once more the only way to get better is to try, and try again - despite failing. you must fail until you perfect the moves i show you. that is how you will learn. focusing on every minute movement of his mentor's extremities cicadapaw followed after slowly at first, taking his time to go through the motion and figure out how his body needed to move to pull it off successfully. [break][break] and it took time. so much time that the sun had started to go down in the sky before cicadapaw found himself able to move the slightest bit faster. his muscles began to remember what they needed to do. though tired his heavy limbs began to guide themselves almost without a focused thought coming from him. success was slow coming but it washed over him like waves cresting on the sandy beach as his body ducked, twisted and rolled before popping the exhausted apprentice back to his paws once more. though the move needed more practice in the way of finesse, cicadapaw was struck with the knowledge that he did it. [break][break] forgetting his sore body, the apprentice whipped around to grin at his mentor. did ya' see that! did ya'?! i did it barracudabite i really did it! tired tears welled up in his eyes. even in happiness his emotions seemed to get the better of him. still grinning though, cicadapaw truly couldn't believe he had finally done something so miraculous. but most of all, he was proud he hadn't let his mentor down, after all.
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630 WORDS FOR Artemis + man cicada got me in my feels ;o;
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Username: Wren Discord: wrenlytalu #3847 Length of Time on Site: Since mid-August
General Activity Level: I do my best to get online at least twice a day, and reply to threads as quickly as possible. During my days off I'm typically hovering around the site through the majority of the day.
Character Name: Widow's Web Age in Moons: 32 Moons Rank Applying For: Kingdom Shaman
Why Does Your Character Fit the Role?:
+ Charismatic ➤ Despite his tendency towards stubbornness and a blunt tongue, somehow the kingdom's shaman has always managed to be an easy enough guy to get along with. Like flies to honey, he has a way about him that draws other cats into his pull. An easy smile is quick to adorn his face at any time of the day, but beneath those bright eyes and humble words is a snake waiting to strike. Widow's Web finds putting on a front when in public perhaps the easiest of tasks, his mask of propriety firmly in place especially around those he doesn't quite trust. The kithood stories his mother told him of the spider and the fly echo in the back of his mind, though. The spider weaves a beautiful web, and his charm can disarm the fly as easy as it can kill her. In such distinctions, Widow's Web is very much the spider.
+ Intelligent ➤ Being the kingdom's shaman takes a certain level of smarts given how closed off the felines are from the rest of the world. There's no one else around for them to learn from, and so what wasn't directly passed down to Widow's Web must be obtained through trial and error. Always looking for new and creative solutions, for all of his faults the tom has a brilliant mind set within his thick skull. Widow's Web is constantly learning and swiftly adapting her skill-set, applying that which he already knows and - in cases where there's little choice - taking a chance on the unknown to keep his peers healthy and strong. Besides, he reasons that if a cat is going to die anyhow, a bit of experimental treatment can't hurt them too badly.
= Inventive ➤ If there is one thing the kingdom can count on Widow's Web to do, it's come up with one of his 'elixirs'. For the tom it doesn't matter how many tries it takes to make her vision works, if he believes there's a way, chances are good that he will hole up in his den until he finds it. When allowed to exercise his expertise in herbs and remedies, the shaman feels like he can solve any problem that may come his way. He is rarely one to look at a problem and declare it a lost cause. As far as Widow's Web is concerned, giving up is only acceptable after at least three heartfelt attempts. Or five. Or twelve. Or seventeen, his go-to maximum number of tests. In the end if a solution truly cannot be found, Widow's Web can be quite bitter but eventually he'll move on to something new.
= Eccentric ➤ Whether it comes from being invisible in a large family, or his early interest in healing coupled with Moonlit Oasis' odd influence, Widow's Web is a tried and true oddity. Despite growing up in the kingdom his entire life, the tom has a way of creeping out cats that he's known for seasons upon seasons with how zany and strange he can be. He likes things done in threes, double-checks everything, and has a propensity to tap his claws against his herb-crushing rock when deep in thought. He is altogether unconventional in how he gets things done, more than once giving thought to possibilities most would say aren't worth exploring.
- Blunt ➤ The shaman speaks his opinion fairly easily, often blurting his thoughts without care of how it may affect those around him. Widow's Web is as honest as honest comes, but he's got a serious problem when it comes to curbing his tongue. As far as he's concerned if feelings are getting hurt then he figures the cat they belong to should toughen up a bit. Widow's Web doesn't beat around the bush when it comes to important matters and he'll say what he wants to about anything and anyone. That isn't to say that the tom doesn't have filters though, he simply chooses to exercise such things selectively despite never setting out with the intention of hurting others, ego or otherwise.
- Stubborn ➤ In some cases an independent mind tends to lead to stubbornness, and Widow's Web is as bull-headed as they come. When the tom has come to a decision it can be trying to convince him to leave it behind even if it's not in the best interest of the goings on around him. A cat really has to make a valiant effort - depending on the situation - to get him to shift his focus onto other matters. While Widow's Web can easily bend on his own terms, he finds it hard to adjust his course to changes that are unanticipated with the same amount of ease. The tom is a woeful creature of habit, and deviations in his daily routine are widely known to send him into a tizzy. In these situations, it can be difficult for a cat to persuade him that the world isn't ending around him and - more often than not - it takes a cat just as strong-willed as himself to do the convincing.
Roleplay Sample: The sun was high in the sky when Widow's Web finally found himself exiting his den. Despite having been up since dawn broke over the horizon, the Shaman had been painfully engrossed in sorting through his herbs. Taking stock was never a quick or easy process as some would think. He had to weed out those plants that had gone brittle, take count of what was left and mentally juggle the order in which he would recollect the herbs that were necessary to the Kingdom's daily functioning.
Stretching out his limbs, Widow's Web took a surveying glance about his surroundings before his shrewd gaze fell heavily upon a duo of Stewards sharing what was likely their first meal of the day. Maw quirking up in anticipation, the white tom found himself padding over to the pair on silent paws. They were newly accepted into their positions as future Scouts, a sibling pair called Rippling River and Leaping Fish. It seemed as if it were only yesterday he was birthing the younglings and now here they were, grown up before his very eyes. They were ready to learn, now. Fresh and ripe for the taking.
Well, hello there you two. Fine morning is it not? He mewed as he accosted them with a dazzling grin and bright eyes. Erm, ye-es sir? the initial reply came from Rippling River. She was a slip of a she-cat, all fine bone-structure and quick movements. Perfect for getting into tight spots his own larger paws couldn't manage. From Leaping Fish came the false bravado of narrowed eyes, but Widow's Web had to applaud him his discomfort and distrust. Spiders had a way of weaving webs after all.
Ignoring the disgruntled male's look, Widow's Web turned his full focus upon the she-cat instead. She was timid and shy, a good girl who did as she was told more often than she should. Well, it seems that I've miscalculated my herb stores and require a bit of assistance in replenishing them. Since you seem to have finished your meal, I figured who better to train in the art of plant identification and detection than your keen little minds. Chuckling lightly, he gave what to some could be described as a self-deprecating shrug. So, what do you say, little River? Will you help this foolish Shaman out?
He could see the uncertainty clear in the tabby's wide green eyes. Eyes that flicked between him and her brother, who glowered sullenly at the fur and bones between them. I-I uhm. Wh-at I mean-n-n is.. Yes?
Bravo! Come now, let us be off post haste. We've quite a bit of work to do. He was quick to ignore any rebuttal the tom may have had, and though he'd hoped for two, he told himself that one was better than none. Padding forward, Widow's Web gave a cursory glance over his shoulder and found himself proud that Rippling River was following along easily enough. Teeth clenched though, when Leaping Fish stood, plodding quickly after them.
Decided to join us, after all young Fish? He intoned, though he was less than happy that the surly young male had joined them after all. Letting the she-cat take the lead out of the group's camp, the Shaman felt a spark of intrigue as Leaping Fish bumped up against him none to gently. I dunno what your play is, but you're no fool, and you don't make mistakes. The Steward was swift to move along, taking up the place to his sisters right.
Far enough ahead, Widow's Web knew they didn't catch his parting words. No worries young children, it truly is a bit of gathering. And a test. Or two.
Other Info: I've played a couple of medicine cats in the past, one medicine cat apprentice, and currently play a deputy in a separate rp group.
Regret was a fickle thing. Choosing a path, making an effort only to fail in the end and realize you should have taken a different route right from the start. And that was how Cicadapaw was feeling now as his mentors narrowed eyes pierced him. Though the apprentice couldn't discern any pity in the older tom's gaze the apprentice was filled with enough of the toxic emotion for the both of them. He was just tired, tired of being Jungleclan's crybaby, but he didn't know how to go about changing his lot in life and secretly, he hoped that having such a tough mentor would be what helped him in the end. [break][break] Let's start with the Duck and Twist. It is a very simple defensive move. Ah yes, simple the absolute bane of his existence. Even his siblings tried to coax him to do new things with that silly, stupid little word. Climb this tree, Cicadapaw! It's simple! Oh gosh Cicadapaw, you can surely catch a mossball it's simple! But then he had gotten stuck in the tree and needed help getting back down and the mossball had slapped him straight in the face. [break][break] The brown and white tom watched closely as his mentor moved with a grace and skill that came from moons upon moons of practice. He did his best to drill into his mind the way Barracudabit ducked down low, keeping his legs evenly spaced apart before rolling to his back and suddenly being back on his paws. Alright, Cicadapaw. Do you think you can demonstrate the duck and twist for me? You won't get it right on your first try. Well of course he wouldn't get it right, had Barracudabite not met him? Cicadapaw had a hard enough time walking without falling all over himself and now he was expected to do that? [break][break] He got the 'duck' part easily enough, he'd been hunching down and curling himself into a ball for most of his short life. The 'twist' though was another story altogether. As he tried desperately to copy his mentor's ease, the apprentice's long limbs tangled together in an impressively terrible rendition of the defensive move. His body locking up around itself cause the tom to startle, scrambling to find purchase on the ground again even as his body coasted inelegantly to the side leaving him to land heavily on his flank. Well, his mentor did say he wouldn't get it on the first try but even he had hoped it wouldn't be that bad. [break][break] Breathing in the scent of sweet grass, the tom's eyes focused on the sky as he tried to gain his bearings and breath at the same time. Much to his irritation, he could feel the tale-tell sting of tears start to well up behind his eyes. Why did this always have to happen to him? Somehow he managed to mess up a maneuver that - while difficult in its own way - was a basic defensive tactic. He was supposed to become a warrior some how, but at this rate he would end up as a turtle with his head stuck firmly in his shell in a sad attempt to hide his shame from the rest of the world around him. Nothing was ever simple.
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Your Name: Wren Your Current Characters: Cicadapaw and Littleshark Do you have any high ranks? Negative ghost rider Do you wish to archive any characters/threads you have on the go? No thank you!
Urk yes, I'm always in the mood for some good torture drama. Cicada really needs a good bully and he's a spazzy cry baby at heart so any interactions between them would make for entertainment. He probably wouldn't even do much to defend himself and the potential of having someone else come to his rescue is super juicy! [break][break] Rosa
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CICADA + ORCHID
Oh god please send her his way. I think her niceness would really mean a lot to him especially as an older cat since most of the older generation looks down on him as being weak. [break][break] nifty
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LITTLE + SHARK
I really like this, especially since they're close in age and probably spent quite a bit of time overlapping as kits as well as apprentices. I can honestly see Littleshark vying for his position especially since both of them are so persistent and intent on what they want out of life. A friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, right? And I also find it ironic that despite their similar personalities their relationships with their families are so opposite. TBH I could see a semi-friendly, tension-filled rivalry turning into a bit more in the future if ya catch my drift? (; [break][break] nifty
PREFIX little ➤ given to the molly for her small stature and fine bone structure.
SUFFIX shark ➤ granted for her confidence, charisma and skill in battle.
Appearance
Description sentence:
A small golden tabby molly with green eyes
Appearance: Bright honey marred by smooth molasses, the small-boned female takes pride in her unusual coat kept shiny with a primary diet of fish. While the underlying color of her pelt is made of ticked brown and golden hairs, the sandy coloration is overridden by thick black stripes flowing from the corners of her eyes to the tip of her tail. Eyes are wide and round above a pert nose, giving her a rather inquisitive expression a majority of the time. Littleshark is described as being petite, her small stature similar to her leader's though she doesn't have the Chief's abundant fur to give her an appearance of looking larger than she truly is. Under her lean frame are toned muscles built over her moons as a fighter for her clan. Regardless of her small stature the molly has made a name for herself as a force to be reckoned with and is not one to be taken lightly on the field of battle.
Personality
Positive Traits:
• Fierce
• Intelligent
• Playful
Negative Traits:
• Obstinate
• Temperamental
• Untrusting
Personality:
+ Fierce ➤ Littleshark was born to be a fighter. The molly is confident and decisive, nearly unwavering in the face of danger which can be both a blessing and a curse. She's certainly not the kind of girl to back down from a fight even when in the presence of a lager, more skilled opponent. Her eagerness to fight back stems from an unwavering need to be the victor in all things. 'Competitive' would be an understatement, as Littleshark feels that one needs to have actual competition first. Such a line of thinking leads her to be quite childish at times, but she's quick to shrug off the disapproving stares of her clan-mates. What's the point of doing anything if you're not the one prancing 'round the victor's circle in the end?
+ Intelligent ➤ Collected, logical, sly - traits that Littleshark values most in herself. Being born smaller than the majority of her clan-mates meant that she had to make up for what she lacked in brute strength somehow, and sharpening her mind has been the key to gaining a leg up. When assigned a new patrol destination, the fighter makes sure to create a map of it in her head, tucking away bits and pieces regarding rest areas and where prey is most abundant. She's quick coming up with solutions in critical situations, though she could do to use her cunning intellect a bit more than her sharp tongue to help avoid confrontation.
+ Playful ➤ Always one for having a good time Littleshark loves a good joke of any kind, though she is especially keen on charm and wit. The she-cat can't help but preen while amicably tossing jeers back and forth among companions. When it comes to close friends she is most fond of a good roast-session, and with quite the wide variety of jokes in her playbook it's much easier to relate to the she-cat through her funny bone than anything else.
- Non-believer ➤ Though she has never told anyone, the hard-headed molly doesn't exactly believe in the Gods as much as she would like others to think she does. The idea that the Gods and Ancestors have direct control over the lives on the ground seems ridiculous to her. Just about the only thing that would change her mind is if she happened to see the elusive beings for herself. To Littleshark, if she can't see something or touch it with her own paw, there's no way to prove that it exists. She believes in good old-fashioned karma and that every 'coincidence' has a logical explanation behind it. However, just because the she-cat doesn't believe in the Gods or Ancestors, it doesn't mean she doesn't believe in the warrior code. The code itself is a tangible thing, followed by all clans of new and old, and therefore something she can easily get on board with.
- Obstinate ➤ When faced with decision-making it can sometimes take Littleshark a bit to make up her mind, but when she finally decides there is very little in the world that can shake her conviction to following through. She isn't prone to compromise or changes in schedule as she tends to follow a rather strict self-set regime. Even as a kit the molly had an unruly stubborn-streak. She would never want to sleep when she was supposed to, choosing instead to follow her elder brother around any time he was within the camp boundaries. As she's gotten older, Littleshark has become better at listening when given orders, though it still takes a lot to convince her to do something she truly doesn't wish to. Though she is open to seeking the opinions of others, she sometimes has a hard time following through with their advice if it contradicts her own opinion regarding what the best course of action is.
- Untrusting ➤ If you're not a part of Tidalclan, chances are that you've never - and likely would never - see the sunny playful side of Littleshark. Outsiders are looked upon without favor, though she wouldn't pick a fight with one just for the sake of pride as she believes herself to be better than such antics. Even so, the molly isn't above judging those that aren't a part of her own clan especially if their own lineage broke off from the main group once it was decided they could no longer coexist so closely due to their own differences. Currently she has no reason to be openly hostile to Jungleclan but has no intentions of becoming friends with any member of the rival clan.
Shellblossom and Stormwatcher had been trying for another litter for just over ten moons after the birth of their first and only son. Your older brother Marlinstrike had already been a blessing to the couple despite being a single-kit litter, but they had both come from small litters themselves and so had always dreamed of having a large family. Your parents are amazing and ultimately disappointed when the Gods once again bless them with a single, tiny female. According to Palmsong, they had already been given favor during the troubled birthing of young Marlin, and now only luck had been on their side with your birth. So small are you that the healer tells your mother and father that if you had happened to have siblings, you would have failed to thrive. The Gods were displeased with Shell and Storm's ungratefulness. But you were lucky to be born alone.
The family is small, but close. Marlinpaw is honored to name their newest addition, christening her as Littlekit for her obviously small size. No malice is to be found behind the action, for you are quite small indeed. Your parent's worry over you was quick to dissipate as you began to thrive soon after. You grow and mature at break-neck speed but despite getting somewhat larger you are faced with the fact that you will never be as big as your brother. Marlinstrike is a giant compared to you. They all are, and you can't help but feel your blood turn hot with envy at the prospect of always being the smallest of the bunch. Marlin finds your irritation at your stature endearing, telling you that one day you'll be big and strong too. With all of the wisdom your three measly moons grants you, you know well enough how to spot a lie. Plus, your brother happens to be particularly bad at it in the first place.
Your nursery mates all tower over you now but you don't let it stop you from playing hard-claw. They can be bigger but they're not more agile than you. Being the littlest fish means you have to find newer more inventive ways at winning, and you quickly fall into a terrible spiral of needing to prove your self-worth. You want to be the winner, and you understand now that size isn't all that matters when it comes to such things.
At six moons you are apprenticed to Stagfrost, and uncle on your father's side that you had never known about. He and your father weren't close and you can't quite wrap your mind around it. Your own family was tight-knit and despite an 11 moon difference you and Marlinstrike were thick as thieves. Father preached incessantly that family was the foundation on which a good clan cat was built, so the discovery of your blood relation with your new mentor is exciting to say the least.
You dive eagerly into your training with all the pent up anticipation from a kithood sequestered to the nursery and camp boundary carried over into your newfound rank. You're officially free to explore the world beneath your paws to your hearts content - within reason of course but the prospect sends your tail a-quiver nonetheless. It doesn't take long for you to come to the conclusion that if Stagfrost were your brother, you would distance yourself from him just as your father has so obviously done. Stormwatcher's only connection to his brother besides blood is you, and your father does his best to be there during your training. But he can't shirk his own duties, and the fact that you will wind up alone with your uncle at some point or another is inevitable.
The older tom towers over you, though nothing is new on that front. He relies solely on his physical strength, doling out harsh blows in order to overcome his opponent. He expects you to be able to do the same and you are met with boxed ears every time you use your sharp mind to best him. Stagfrost looks down on you, he dubs you weak for your small size and all but tosses you about like a ball of moss during your training sessions. And so you make friends with a young warrior who takes pity on you so much so that he begins taking you out after your regular daily training is over. Though you are exhausted at the end of each day, the opportunity to sharpen your mind and learn more than brute strength is one you can't afford to pass up.
Becoming a warrior is all you have ever dreamed of. The moons seem to fly by as you learn that the best way to handle your uncle is to simply smile and nod, do what he expects and then focus on bettering yourself on your own time with the help of your friends. You've kept quiet of Stagfrost's treatment though. He and your father's relationship is highly strained and you don't wish to upset the balance any further. Besides his harsh training methods, your uncle has never done anything to affront you and so you shoulder the weight for the next two moons.
The attack seemed to come suddenly, and you were wholly unprepared for it despite your training. You and your uncle had stumbled across an abandoned fox den the scent of the animal stale but still repulsive. Being upwind of the animal left the two of you wide open to a flurry of sharp claws and teeth. When you open your eyes once more you find yourself safe in the medicine den, body sore and with numerous open wounds. Your uncle is in the nest next to yours looking decidedly worse for wear, his leg twisted beneath him unnaturally.
Recovery is grueling to say the least. It takes time for your wounds to heal - and double that for your pride. Stagfrost quietly blames you for his now permanent limp and you can't help but feel guilty for something you had no direct control over. With only three moons of apprenticeship left, you are handed off to an older warrior called Coconuttuft. His training leaves you feeling more peaceful than you have in a long time. Though his clumsiness leaves him lacking when it comes to teaching you more about fighting or hunting, you feel as though you've learned enough of those things for a lifetime. Instead, your new mentor shows you what it means to be caring, to nurture relationships and especially how to become a disciplined individual.
You are given the name Littleshark for your ferocity and tenacious personality. Thanks to Stagfrost you learned perhaps one of life's greatest lessons: when you get knocked down, you get back up. Yet your most prominent life lesson comes from Coconuttuft, who showed you that you don't always have to be a fighter and that sometimes it's best not to fight at all. Your parents and brother fawn over you, openly proud that you've made a name for yourself as a relentless warrior to be reckoned with despite your small stature. The world is officially at the tip of your claws, ripe and ready for the taking.
Other Notes
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Sorry that the history ends kind of abruptly, I hit a brick wall in the end there. ^^
So far gone within his own mind, the newly named apprentice easily failed to comprehend the nearly noiseless arrival of his mentor. "You aren't going to jump, are you?" Jolting violently, Cicadapaw nearly did take a tumble into the water below as he twisted his lanky form around to face the silvery feline. The apprentice shook his paw out, face twisting into a slight grimace. The water held no love for him and aside from quenching his thirst when the need arose, he didn't particularly care for it either. [break][break] "N-no! I mean, no Sir. I'm not-t-t gonna jum-m-jump." The male was quick to swallow the lump in his throat and take one of those 'calming' breaths that Scarabpaw always talked about. I don't get what's so calming about hyperventilating though he thought to himself as he forced his heart to stop its' race to escape the confines of his chest. [break][break] Unfortunately, Cicadapaw had always been this way. Easily frightened, an anxious mess who could barely talk straight half the time. He understood all too well how much of his clan regarded him, the pity clear in their luminous eyes. So far he hadn't caught the expression in Barracudabite's own face. But there was plenty of time for it to grow in place of the cool indifference he found there now. [break][break] "Well, you made it - so that is reason enough not to." Flexing his claws into the soft ground self-consciously, Cicadapaw refused to allow himself to feel the slightest sense of pride bubbling up in his chest. He had made it here, hadn't he? He'd passed the first test with what he deemed flying colors. Needed to work on paying attention to his surroundings more but he figured that would come with time and experience. He hoped. "I haven't decided what we should focus on today. Do you want to do some hunting, or would you rather do some battle techniques?" His brows furrowed. Was this another test, so soon after the first? [break][break] The first decision that sprung to his mind was hunting. At least then he would stand a chance at succeeding in something during this day. His nose worked well enough and he was a quick learner. Cicadapaw figured he could manage two morsels of prey at the bare minimum. Besides that, it was no secret that even during kit-fights Cicadapaw chose to sit on the fringe rather than participate. When finally goaded enough he would drag himself slowly into the fray only to quickly be pounced upon by his nursery mates. His lithe form and flailing, uncoordinated limbs never quite knew what to do with themselves. The idea of being pit against his mentor was enough to send his whiskers quivering. [break][break] Barracudabite was a well-known fighter and Cicadapaw figured he would be stupid to test his wiles against the more battle-hardened warrior so soon in his apprenticeship. Still, if this was in fact his second test then his mentor must expect him to decide on hunting. It was to be expected that when given the option, Cicadapaw would tuck tail and go with the easier answer. He wanted to pass the test, though, and so he forced himself to square his shoulders despite his gaze being fixed against the ground as he spoke: "Let's do-o the ba-a-attle techniques."
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His eyes were still blurry with sleep despite his best efforts to clear them. He'd woken up earlier than he should have but Cicadapaw figured the earlier the better. The early cat gets the mouse, right? Besides, he'd been too anxious to sleep any longer in the first place and his inability to sleep quietly through the night had been the source of so many grumbling voices that the newly named apprentice found himself swamped with guilt. It wasn't fair to everyone else that needed to rest so he had picked himself up this morning despite his foggy mind and empty stomach and made his way to the falls. [break][break] The grass was soft against his paws, still cold from the morning's dew. Cicadapaw relished in the calming chirp of the birds overhead, doing his best to keep his mind firmly on the task at paw. Scarabpaw had been quick to jump into her usual morning pep-talk of not overthinking things and controlling his fear rather than letting his fear control him. Such things were easier said than done, though, especially knowing he had to look forward to having Barracudabite as his mentor. [break][break] Cicadapaw was perhaps the most surprised when Toucanstar announced that the silver-furred warrior was to guide him during his apprenticeship. In the hopes that your bold, unwavering nature will mold this young apprentice into a truly fearsome warrior of Jungleclan she had said. Cicadapaw had nearly laughed aloud at the prospect. Him? A fearsome warrior? Snakes were more likely to sprout wings and fly. [break][break] Even so, the brown and white male didn't want to disappoint his mentor and so he'd chosen to arrive at their designated meeting place entirely too early. He'd been shown the falls during a brief tour of the immediate territory and then instructed to find the riverside training grounds again at sun high before the formidable older warrior went on his way, leaving the apprentice to his own devices. Cicadapaw couldn't help but feel that this would be the first of many tests over the next however many moons. His crippling fear and anxiety had brought forth a slew of wide eyes and twitching tails among his clan. How could a cat as timid as he ever manage as a warrior? He'd asked himself the same thing countless times. [break][break] Still, Silverthread Falls hadn't been all that hard to find again. The way there seemed to be ingrained in his mind, and this was one instance in which Cicadapaw found himself filled with pride, however fleeting it may be. Coming to the edge of the river where the crash of the falls kicked up a steady mist he hunkered down, looking at himself through pensive eyes in the waters rippling reflection. I'll show them all, though. I'm not going to be the same scared little kit any more... I hope.
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