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.
The sun had began to rise over the horizon, the dim light of daylight peaking through the den and past the warriors within the Warriors' Den. Multiple physiques surrounding the diminutive she-cat, some twice her size. She was about the size of a six moon old kit, or, freshly appointed apprentice, as most would say. She was slightly insecure about her puny embodiment, though, she'd never admit it.
Pastel evergreen luminaries fluttered open, awoken by the faint light that peered into the darkly den. Raising her cranium, a soft sigh escaped her shortened maw, whiskers twitching. Yet another day...She pondered, ah, right, the day I patrol with Dovestar, herself...She added in her thoughts. For some reason, she felt somewhat anxious. Why? Why would the young she-cat so anxious? She had never patrolled with a high rank before. That must've been it. It'd be embarrassing to fail something in front of their eyes, after all. Thank StarClan, it wasn't a hunting patrol, or Tinybranch might just have backed out, and sent another instead of herself. Another warrior. New assignment.
As she heaved her puny bodice upright, she weaved around each body, her lissom figure easing past swiftly. It was quite early. As she reached the exit of the Warriors' Den, she instantly felt chills. A wave of bitterness chilling her bones and blood. She was already shivering. Definaitly not her favorite time of year. Leaf-fall and leaf-bare. Ew. She would probably catch a cold, just as she always had every year for each cold season. The temperatures were quite chilly, seeming much like leaf-bare already. The thin-like bitter air nipped at her exposed skin.
Taking notice of Dovestar, she flinched, eyes widening. She shook her pelt, huffing, trying not to occur weak due to the cold. As she began to saunter forwards, her steps weren't easy nor smooth. More rigid and unbalanced. The cold made her trip over her own paws as she made her way over towards Dovestar, whose pelt was much thicker than her own. Finally, she reached the opposing she-cat, who was a tad larger than Tinybranch.
"G-Good morning, Dovestar," She greeted casually, well, as casually as she could through chattering teeth.
Moments before when Tinybranch had been exiting the Warriors' den, just as she glimpsed at Dovestar, she noticed her observing the kits play. That was one thing that made Tinybranch smile. Kits. It was like her only weakness! Kidding, she has more, but that is honestly the biggest of all. As she halted in front of Dovestar, she'd spoken. When Dovestar had politely asked if Tinybranch needed anything to eat or drink, she answered back in a surprisingly respectful demeanor. "Thank you for asking, but I'm prepared. Good to go~" She hummed in satisfaction, on her toes, ready to go.
As she had sat down, she eventually heaved herself upright, a soft sigh escaping her maw, and her whiskers began to twitch. Ears flicking. She was anticipating the patrol. How well would it go? Hopefully nothing would happen to embarrass Tinybranch in the end. "Lead the way." She uttered, though a purr came shortly after. She was attempting to be as friendly and sweet as possible, as this was the leader of CoastClan she was speaking to. She felt quite honored to be going on a border patrol with the CoastClan leader, Dovestar, herself. This was going to be exciting yet apprehensive for the diminutive calico-tabby she-warrior.
