Ah! Welcome to a brand new warriors site! Zenith Island is a warriors based around five allegiances with different beliefs, etc.
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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.
Mothkit slowly slipped his way out of the warm nursery, the smell of she-cats and milk was starting to drive him slowly insane. He needed some fresh air, padding into the middle of the camp he glanced around, everyone was gone away to sleep or a late night task. Fluffed white ear flicked at the low tune of crickets playing out into the softly lit night. Letting his bright blue eyes scan around the camp one more time before he went towards the exit of the camp.
The young kit went into the forest of his clan, he knew it somewhat well from his constant night wanders that much of the clan didn't know about. He remembered his sister whining about the darkness, which he found pretty funny as he was all alone in the forest, at night even! A little purr filled his chest as he weaved around the trees with a accomplished smile on his jaw. He picked up his pace a little bit, he was still young so him traveling took a while to do.
His favorite place was the Mushroom Forest with all the weird plants going around that felt kind of weird under his pads. So, that's Where he headed, and before long he was looking at the little mushrooms and enjoying the soft and gentle sounds of the nighttime forest. He saw a few nighttime birds flutter around, but nothing out of the ordinary from what was always in the forest. He had remembered a warrior scolding him, saying he could have been eaten by a bear, a fox. The poor she-cat was panicking, and Mothkit had done everything he could to not just laugh in her face.
Not even a few pawsteps later their was a short cry and right in front of his paws suddenly lay a smaller tom with ginger colored fur. The stench of him something his nose had never smelt before. Mothkit's pelt had fluffed out in surprise, but now it flattened as he began to snicker. The cat didn't land on his feet, straight onto his face actually! The fluffy kitten circled the other fallen with a cocked head. "What a weird bird," He snorted.
Giving a little sniff Mothkit's nose wrinkled at a unknown scent. "You don't smell like a Sumacclanner, and i've never seen you in the nursery!" He huffed, trying to sound tough with some kind of authority. This was an invader after all, but he didn't know how to fight or tell the cat to get lost. "Are you okay though? You kinda fell hard," Mothkit gently kicked the ginger tom with a front paw, he wasn't a heartless kit.
Creamkit shrieks as he falls out of the tree, landing on his face with a small thud. However, he only lays there silently until he hears the other kit’s voice, and then he scrambles to get back onto his feet. Yeah, right, the kit he was watching didn’t suddenly disappear when he fell. Nope, that kit was actually circling him, clearly trying to look intimidating. And it was working. (Not that creamkit would ever let the other know that, of course.)
In response to the questions and the gentle kick, Creamkit fluffs out his fur as far as it will go before standing tall and proud, nose high up in the air as he gives out his own aura of authority. Or.. he tries to, anyway, he’s still smaller than Mothkit. “Of course! I’m a strong kit!” His ears twitch a little, and he smirks as he thinks of a comeback. “Do you even know what ‘strong’ means? I doubt anyone in Sumacclan does.” Perfect.
He even ends up purring a little in satisfaction, tail raising as he gains more and more confidence. “In Coastclan, everyone is strong. So strong that I could take this territory from you right here and right now!” He knows very well that Coastclan is the smallest clan. In fact, that’s even why he ventures out of the territory most nights. However, he determinedly doesn’t think about that as he stands his ground. Surely if he beats up a Sumacclan cat, Dovestar will have to make him an apprentice early! Even if they’re just a kit... But hey, he is too.
Mothkit rolls his eyes at the other kitten and gets in very close to him, sharp blue orbs gazing intensely down at the intruder. "You think so pipsqueak?" He growled, puffing his chest out to make himself look a little bigger. He had some confidence he could win against the overly cocky kit. Looking him over he gave a small smile, a coastclan cat would surely get poisoned soon enough.
"Alright then let's go! We can have a little match to see which clan is better. Sumacclan, or Coastclan," He announced loudly, taking a few pawsteps back and getting into an improper crouch, as he wasn't show one yet. His tail, fat and short slowly moved around behind his heavily furred body, hips shifting a bit. He was excited, as it was a fun kind of opportunity.
Mothkit knew very well he wasn't suppose to be talking to cats outside of the clan, especially those who are on their land, but this one he kind of liked more than the ones in his clan. "You can go first as you're at such a horrible disadvantage," He snickered, trying to tease and ruffle his fur a bit before it got physical. The cream kit didn't know if it was playful, or deadly, so he was mentally prepared for both.
Cream kit ends up hesitating, blinking for a few seconds before quickly growling back and getting into a crouch on his own. He actually didn't expect this cat to actually fight him, but now is no time to show weakness. No, now that he thinks about it, he bets that this kit in front of him is all fluff and no actual strength! Hah, surely this fight will be easy, even if he's never really had a real one before.
"Well fine, you'll regret that when I beat you!" There we go, a perfect response to the admittedly scathing tease. But he's determined not to let it show that it got to him! Which.. he's already failing at. His fur is bristling pretty badly at it, but he's blaming it all on the adrenaline that’s coursing through him due to his first real fight. Mhm, that's it. But anyway, before he does or thinks something he regrets, he quickly lunges forward with a loud yell! Surely that will intimidate the fluffy kit in front of him!
Mothkit would admit he was a little taken aback by the sudden yowl from the cat, which certainly caught him off guard and left him too confused to actually move out of the way. Landing on his back with a thud he closed his eyes for a moment before gazing back up at the partly ginger kitten staring down at him. "If you yowl they'll know when you're going to hit," He snorted and raised his paw and gave a hard smack to the side of the kittens skull, causing his balance to become off as Mothkit slipped out from under him and toppled him into the ground.
"Being big isn't always a win, i've seen small warriors in my clan, and they're cool!" He chuckled down at Creamkit, looming over his fallen body with a smug smirk pulling on his lips. "Though, I guess you aren't one of those cool tiny cats," He snickered, not wanting to hurt the other kit, he wasn't sure how the other clan would react to it. "I won't beat ya too badly, promise!" He then backed up a little bit, giving his chest fur a little lick as it had gotten out of place when he had first fallen over
Creamkit squeaks when hit, and then lays there under Mothkit, too dazed to move for a few seconds. This.. was not how he was expecting things to go. No, he expected to scare off the other kit, expecting him to just be a big pretending softie. But then he listens to the kit and watches him act so casual, and his fur bristles again. How dare he! Creamkit is the best, his mother said so! This is surely a fluke, Mothkit will be defeated just as soon as Creamkit stands up!
Which he does, of course. And he definitely doesn't sway as he gets up, since he definitely isn't a little dizzy from his head hitting the ground when he fell. (Alright, he sways, sure, but that means nothing! He isn't some normal weak kit!) "I am one of those cool tiny cats! Being big means nothing, and I'll prove that to you! After I'm done, you'll be wishing I promised not to beat you too badly!" He then dashes forward, eyes narrowed and fur puffed out as he prepared to tackle Mothkit. This time, he isn't going to be the one smacked off to the side.
Mothkit couldn't help but have a little thought that this somewhat ginger kitten had a cute little spark to him. He wasn't going to argue with the other as he seemed pretty set on wanting to claw at his throat, though he'd never let the other that close to him. If he was hurt his clan might think it was a warrior who did it, and if he hurt this kit, the same could be assumed. Logically it was best to keep it somewhat playful, with a few mean words. "Okay pipsqueak," He purred.
He let the other charge at him, and loosened his body up so he wouldn't hold his ground properly. When they collided harshly there was a dull throb as he went tumbling down onto his side, the other now standing over him as the victor. He didn't smack him or wiggle around, he just stared up at him with crystal colored eyes, curious what he as going to do. He assumed brag about how he's a 'cool' tiny kitten. He thought Tangleweed was pretty cool, but weird and twitchy with his weed like fur.
"You got me, now what Mr. cool cat?" He huffed, glancing up at the starry sky.
Creamkit stands over Mothkit, his mouth open a little in shock. He.. He actually pinned the other kit! He did it, him! He grins and straightens up, standing up tall and proud. He's totally going to brag about this to the other kits in Coastclan. Well.. maybe not, since they'd probably tell his parents, but whatever! He beat the biggest and fluffiest kit in Sumacclan in a fight, they definitely can't ground him for this.
Oh right, the kit. Creamkit quickly smooths his face into a small smirk, trying to look cool as he leans down close to Mothkit's face. Surely that should be intimidating enough to make the other squirm! Or.. do whatever he does.. Look, Creamkit can't be expected to come up with the exact ways Mothkit would show how uncomfortable he is.
Creamkit only just realizes that he's been staring at Mothkit for longer than is normally accepted. Uhh.. oops. Creamkit totally isn't embarrassed, he definitely meant to do that! To uhh.. make the kit more uncomfortable! Yes! To play it off as something completely normal, Creamkit gets his smirk to widen to try to show off his fangs. When he speaks, he makes his voice go all low and husky as he tries to scare the kit a little.
"Do you know what lives in the Mist Fields around my camp?" His smirk widens even more to form a grin. "Dogs! And I'll be dragging you there to get eaten!" Yes, this should definitely work to scare the kit. It isn't true, but Mothkit doesn't need to know that.
Mothkit rolled his eyes in annoyance, this kit wouldn't have the longest life with an overly cocky attitude. He might also not be the best as he loses focus pretty easy in his thoughts, which Mothkit could only imagine was as stupid as the things that actually came out of his mouth. Though, the bigger kit just decides to lay on his back, staring up blankly to the Creamy kitten from Sumacclan.
The fact he sudden got so close made Mothkit feel uncomfortable as he looked around awkwardly. The other was just staring at him, for a little too long at this point, wondering if there was something wrong with his looks. He parted his maw to ask what the other was doing, but he suddenly broke out of whatever trance he was in and started moving.
"You know what actually lives here? Poison, and your softie non sumacclan exterior won't protect you from it. I wish you luck when you prowl around here," The other smirked, he didn't believe the dogs story the kit decided to throw. If dogs lived there then how would the cats live? He huffed, he was getting sick of the stupid cocky attitude.
Suddenly he stood up, easily knocking the kit over and shaking his pelt. "Your mouth will only grab my fur when you try to drag me," He sighed, giving himself another rough shake. He didn't know what exactly to say now, and let out a long yawn. "Listen when you become an apprentice, I'm sure you'll be as strong as me from skill and not build," He murmured, wanting to give some kind of confidence to the kitten.
Creamkit's brows furrowed a little at the mention of poison, but he didn't have long to dwell on it before he was thrown off. Or.. really, he just rolled off, but it still caused a small yelp to escape from him. But he quickly stood up, puffing his fur out a little more even as he took a few steps back. He determinedly didn't think about the possibility that there actually was poison here.
"Do you-" he cut off, unintentionally, before then grimacing and shaking himself. Focus, focus. "Do you seriously think I don't know that? That's why I tackled you, mouse-brain! Besides, I don't wanna eat fur. That's weird."
There. He didn't exactly hear the last murmur, or that's at least what he says to himself. If he doesn't hear it then he doesn't have to respond to it. But anyway, his peace said, he sat back to wait. As much as he hated to admit it, attempting to fight this kit was a serious mistake. He gnaws on his lower lip, glancing around and even fidgeting a little as he tries to identify what's poisonous and what's not. Maybe he won't tell the other kits about this..
