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.
Birchpaw had spent nearly half an hour grooming his fur and tidying up his nest in the apprentices den, he was soaking it all in as he looked around the cave that no longer held his mother. Now it was the the most perfect hour for training, right when the sun flowed through the forest like a blooming sunflower. It would be their first time training together, and the spotted tom wanted to look his very best. He refused to even look outside of the den until he was satisfied with what he had accomplished, a perfectly in place pelt with a nice glossy shine!
Pushing himself out of the cave he easily spotted the white pelted tom, ears perking up he quickly rushed over to his mentor. "Whitejaw! I don't mean to bug you so early, but I want to go into the forest.." The more he talked the softer his voice became, confidence fading as he gaze up at the older warrior. "I mean, there is so much I want to do, and see!" He squeaked out as he slightly bounced from paw to paw, ideas rushing into his head a million miles an hour.
"Maybe the poisonous sumac our clan is named after, or tree climbing, or anything!" A few warriors glanced at the excited kitten, but didn't pay much mind to him, what'd they accept from a freshly appointed apprentice? "I want to know if i'm better at hunting or fighting, climbing or running, sight or hearing! There is so many things I need to learn about just myself, forget everything in this world! I'll learn it all though, I swear to you that I will!" He glanced around the camp, he learned so much in this area already, he was over the moon for what is about to be opened.
Birchpaw somewhat knew the tom didn't show emotions the best, so he was doing his best not to react to whatever facial expressions the tom does, or doesn't show. Deep down he's worried about being annoying, too perky and energetic. Licking his front paw he brushed it over his head, this was a simple habit to help him from rambling too much, like he was now. "I mean, I can wait, it's morning. You might want some fresh-kill, or sleep, or just to be alone!" Again, nervous rambles. Awkwardly the kit looked away, unsure if he should just go retreat into the apprentice's den.
hitejaw glimpsed around the Warriors' den. Today was the day that he'd be training his newly appointed apprentice, Birchpaw. It would be a joyous experience. Well, hopefully. He's heard from senior warriors that mentoring was a great experience, but often can suck due to an apprentice's attitude. So it seemed to depend and vary. Though, however Birchpaw would act, as in, his persona, Whitejaw wouldn't be discouraged if he was a sassy and caustic feline. Whitejaw would remain respectful and patient, continuing his charming and charismatic ways. He'd charm his way into the tom's heart, building a close bond, but probably no more. This was an apprehensive matter to the young warrior. This was his very first apprentice after all. The nervousness caused his physique to tingle, and his abdomen flutter from the awaken butterflies. I hope I don't screw anything up, or I'll just be one massive mouse-brain. He huffed as he finished his thoughts. He peered out of the den, escaping the enclosed area. As he weaved around the remaining embodiments, he'd shook his pelt after he'd gotten out of the den.
It was an early morning. Chilly indeed. However, it didn't entirely bother the white, cloudy tom, considering his pelt was much thicker than most. He could keep himself warm, and another if he chose to. Though, he didn't have a significant other, either way, so it hadn't mattered. He didn't intend to for awhile, anyways. He wanted to focus on his apprentice. He couldn't juggle a mate and an apprentice at the same time. To be quite frank, it'd stress him out to the point where he wouldn't want to do anything, because he'd be failing at two things. Failing to keep his lover happy and satisfied, and failing to train his apprentice correctly. He didn't want that. It was the last thing he wanted. He promised to himself to focus on one thing at a time. Taking a moment, he stretched each lengthy appendage.
His feathery, fifth appendage curled upright, almost like a husky's tail. It was something that looked silly yet diverse. Taking yet another glimpse around, Whitejaw had caught Birchpaw coming towards him. A small smile plastered amongst his cunning facade. "What a pleasure, Birchpaw." He grinned, listening to the excitement in the other's vocals. "We will go into the forest. Though, today will be quite boring, and I apologize in advance," He paused, frowning, "The first thing every apprentice must know is their territory." He stated, "But...I will sneak in something fun along with it." He whispered, not wanting this day to be overbearingly boring for Birchpaw.
As the tom began to ramble again, a chuckle left his maw, "I am ready to go whenever you are, Birchpaw." He grinned, "And just as you said, I will make sure you learn everything about yourself, and what you're best at." He purred, determined to help the tom accomplish his best skills and abilities.
"Boring?" Birchpaw almost scoffed at the word that Whitejaw went about explaining how his first day of being an apprentice would go. "It can not be boring, Whitejaw. I am no longer a kit, which means I can go into the forest. And even just walking around there is so much to learn about, and as you said, I need to know my territory!" His words came out a mile a minute, he did that when he got too excited about something happening. "It's learning the basics, and the basics are the foundation to what I will build onto when I get older! If you just taught me how to hunt right off the bat, what would I do if I went past the boarders? Or, if a loner came waltzing up? Nothing! I'd panic and then Sumacclan looks like a bunch of mouse-brains," He said in a matter of fact tone, he certainly didn't want to seem like a mouse-brain in front of strangers, that's be horrifying! He didn't ant to think about it anymore, much too hard for him.
Birchpaw gave a sweet, childish smile to Whitejaw. He felt much more confident now that the tom has spoken so nicely against his rambles. He didn't really wait for Whitejaw to be ready to leave the camp as he suddenly turned around and rushed out of the camp, little cream paws not carrying that fast as he never had the real opportunity to truly run in the camp. The fresh, sweet smell made his heart flutter as he tilted his head straight up to look at open sky. This world was beautiful, was Birchpaw's first impression.
With such a childish excitement in his eyes he looked back at his mentor catching up to his sudden movements. "It's amazing, Whitejaw! Look how big these trees are, you must teach me how to climb them," He squealed, rushing back over to the other with a bit of bounce and perk in his pads. The other, with his bright white pelt stood out so boldly against the greens and browns surrounding them. Though, at night he could imagine the massive tom hiding in thickly fallen snow. Though, Birchpaw himself knew he'd hide best in more sandy areas, though his pelt was a horrible camouflage.
"You were built to be a warrior, I bet someone told you that when you were small like me," Birchpaw huffed, the massive tom would be very skilled in combat for sure with his heavy build and experience. The cream tom knew he'd be more of a middle ground kind of warrior, but he enjoyed the sense of being in the middle. "I hope i'm good at something in particular, anything really would be nice," He said quietly. His body twitching as a crow flew above, calling out loudly to the forest.
