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Welcome to Zenith Island! ZI is based on an island where five allegiances live and thrive. Three clans, a tribe, and an original allegiance ZI has named The Tempus. The plot lies around how all five allegiances and how they became. However, what happens nexts, all is put onto the allegiances and the leader of those allegiances. We have a seventy word minimum, and we promise to make sure your experiance on ZI is the best it can be! There are various big plots to come, that should make this site much more interesting! Also, don't be afraid to pop in and say hello in the C-Box, or even join our Discord! If you like what you see, go ahead and join us!
Halla! I'm Meoquanee, but you can refer to me as Meo for short. I'm your friendly admin and creator of Zenith Island, alongside Mausbar. I'm on a few times a day to check in, and I'm always willing to answer any questions, so please don't hesitate to do so. If you'd like to chat, feel free to PM me! We can plot, chat about whatever, etc.
Hello! My name is Mausbar, but you can call me Mausy. I'm one of the admins on Zenith and I'm happy to help anyone out with anything, no question is too small. I'm on pretty often in the days, Eastern Time Zone! I hope I get to know all you lovelies~!
Zenith Island is under the ownership of Meo and Mausbar. The Warriors saga is copyrighted to Erin Hunter. The layout was made by Pluto, and the base image of the banner was fixed up by Meo. All characters, templates, plots, posts, and images belong to their rightful creators.
Oh, the waterfall is so beautiful at sunset. And it suits her name. Sunset smiles contently as she sits atop The Waterfall Peak, her fluffy tail languidly curling up around her as she enjoys the scenery. This is by far her favorite place. Not only is it close to the camp, in case of an emergency, but it’s also simply stunning. The view is amazing, letting her see her territory and even some of the territory of others. But it was also close enough to the ground to let her see the occasional prey animal or cat wandering through the Ashen Forest. In fact, she was watching one of those prey animals right now. A grey hare, dashing through the forest and away from the sunset.
Then, almost as soon as it vanished from sight among the bright orange leaves of trees in leaf-fall, a sound. An almost silent tumbling of pebbles, only audible due to the relative silence of the forest in front of her. Sunset’s ears twitch backwards a little, assessing who it could be. Definitely not an outsider, that’s always out of the question when she’s out here, so she doesn’t need to turn around right away. And from her observations of the prey-hunters still out in the forest, it should most likely be a cave-guard. So, who might it be..
Well, the answer presents itself as soon as she remembers the hare. It could’ve just have been a coincidence, but there are rarely coincidences when one is the Vita of the Growing Solis. So, it must be Hare that Runs at Dawn, even though it’s sunset right now. Oh well, nothing is perfect, and now is not the time to dwell on that. Instead, she turns her head slightly so a smile is visible to the cave-guard behind her, but keeps her gaze on the view in front of her.
“Hello, Hare that Runs at Dawn. I’ll admit, I didn’t expect to see you here, but you’re certainly not unwelcome.” Hopefully she was correct in her assumption. It’s embarrassing to slip up as the Vita, and certainly not enjoyable, but it happens. Oh well, what’s said has been said, and now all that’s left is to wait for a response.
Lying there, amidst other felines, the averaged-sized embodiment separated from most. She preferred the distance between oneself and more. Closeness, and the radiating heat had bothered her. She had a preference of colder temperatures or average, nothing more, nothing less. Suddenly, two mysterious darkened, green luminaries fluttered open. The deeper green, depths were like the shadows and deepest parts of the forest. Peering out, she grinned, her eyes filled with a curious yet troublesome mischief, as usual, it seemed to appear.
Her feathery, cotton-soft fur had fought the bitter temperatures, as the atmosphere couldn't nip at her if it truly wanted to. She snickered softly, gazing up at the sky, she'd slept for quite awhile, and she slacked quite a bit today. It was a rare occurrence, as she was always on the job. But now, she'd only decided to come out. Just before sunset. She'd been at camp. Though, she thought it was time she'd left. Gazing upon the sky, it began to flame and brighten, and yet it'd darken. The sun began to fall behind the horizon. It was almost her favorite time. Night.
The sun cast its golden rays down upon the clouds of billowing smoke, turning them bright red; fire red. She stared intensely at the luminous abyss, her darkly eyes brightening to an unbelievable bright green. She loved the sunset, but she adored the night much more. Though, she had her beliefs and religions with the sun, she somehow found the night much more gorgeous. It was the stars the clan lived by, and the moon which Tempus had gone by. She knew why. Both had such beauty. Yet, they came together, both at the same time. The stars and the moon were meant for each other.
It was finally sunset. Hare that Runs at Dawn watched with an unwavering gaze, as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve, and then that melted away in turn as stygian darkness took over the sky. Sequin-silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at her, illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky, and then suddenly the clouds parted, and she found herself looking at a lustrous, argent disc casting brilliant rays of sunlight onto the ground.
"Ah, thy glory and beauty, of thee!" She hummed in satisfaction, "Now, thou are gorgeous, but not as much as the moon and stars. Afore, thee had been my favorite, but oh an thee I favored long afore. As then I'd been a kit." The cave-guard spoke, her words smooth, yet she felt as though she said a few things wrong, but little did she care. She sprinted out of camp, towards Waterfall Peak where she loved to gaze at the stars at night. Though, she'd actually been...little did she know, found herself behind the leader herself, Glowing Sunset.
Being greeted, she smiled gently, "Greetings, my Vita of Growing Solis, Glowing Sunset in Fading Snow, thyself~" She purred, "Apologies for my dialect. I'm in a better mood than usual~" She uttered with a hum, an apprehensive chuckle escaping her maw. "Mind if we gaze upon the gorgeous sky, and night whenas it comes?" She questioned, curiously.
Glowing Sunset on Fading Snow smiled a little wider at the familiar voice and dialect. In fact, she always did. She didn’t know what it was about it. Maybe the fact that it was so foreign? Or how it sounded when the words escaped the Cave-Guard’s maw? Either way, the Vita loved it, and every time the dialect was heard, her fur smoothed down from whatever tension had made it rise. It was truly calming and poetic. However, she should probably stop dwelling on words and respond with her own. It’s only polite, after all.
So she gestures beside herself with a flick of her tail, head dipping slightly before she turns it up to face the stars. “I never mind, valued Cave-Guard. Come sit with me, and maybe we’ll catch sighting of a falling star.” She sighs wistfully, closing her eyes for a few moments before opening them again. “Or whatever else you might wish to see. There are always so many things hidden in the night sky.”
There. Her peace said, Glowing Sunset on Fading Snow focused on listening rather than watching. But not necessarily to whatever response may come. No, she was listening to the sounds of far off animals either waking up or going to bed. She was listening to the distant murmurings of the tribe, and she was listening to to wind that rustled leaves and fur. But, like each night she was out here, she was also trying to listen to the stars and moon.
That was one of the things that set her apart from the Vita that trained her. They mostly stayed inside and watched the signs, but she believed that if she listened hard enough, she could hear the world speaking to itself. The trees and rocks, the stars and moon, the sun and sky… Even sometimes prey itself. She’s never managed to hear anything, but she was still young. She had time. Her ears strained, facing front and towards the sky instead of waiting for the inevitable response from Hare that Runs at Dawn. If only she could listen a little harder, she swears she would hear the sky’s murmurs. If only, if only, if only...
