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.
Mausbar paced outside of the Tempus camp for ages at this point, nervous paws quickly moving back and forth against the soft grass. His mind with filled with so many questions, so much curiosity, doubt, emotions! It was all that had been filling the warrior from the moment he left the large tabby's sight. He couldn't stop thinking about him, not even for a moment as he started to fail his proper duties. His heart ached terribly as it beat weakly in his chest, it had been two weeks. Two weeks of holding himself back, thinking what was best for the both of them. Though he repeated the logic thousands of times everyday, it was the Sumacclan leader that floated into his dreams, the brown tabby with a clipped ear and most beautiful eyes. A deep rumbling purr yet a smooth and silky tone that could take all anxiety from his earth. That tom took control of his dreams and every thought from dusk till dawn. It was a cycle that was slowly starting to drive him completely insane.
Now the sun was starting to set, a burst of orange overwhelming the once blue horizon. Mausbar's feathered tail flicked behind him rapidly, was Owlstar even waiting for him anymore, had he given up, forgotten about him? He felt a sharp stab in his chest, a loss of breath as he gasped for air, that was a thought he could not bare to think. Shaking his silver head slowly his paws broke the simple rhythm of back and forth and started to head towards the boarder that cupped the east side of the Tempus and half circled the north and south, He couldn't leave it like this, he needed to talk to him as soon as possible. Always at night they had met, and he prayed to his ancestors, and even to starclan that the tom was still waiting for him to show up over the horizon. He would not blame the other if he didn't, it was a very long wait the other was forcing him into, and he was sure it was even more painful for Owlstar.
His way to the fields was not slow, it was a rough bounding through the forest to the open fields that stretched out endlessly before him. The weeds and various wild flowers sprouted before him, the soft colors illuminated by the silver moons full rays. Beside him, for a split second he saw the outline of his tutela, racing beside him... And that warmed his heart, was it accepting his choice? He watched the outline fade away before he felt a sudden burst of energy, his paws picking up his pace as they beat against the soft earth. He was heading towards Sumacclan, he had the strength of thousands pulsing through his veins, he would bolt through any patrol that threatened to stop him. He even felt like he could run straight into the camp and call for Owlstar to come from his den and meet him. His heart swelled with pure joy at the thought of such a thing.
When his paws were nearly about to stop their running he saw a figure, a dark outline of another cat that was slowly moving, almost as if lost. He slowed his pace as he slowly got closer, close enough to see a bit of detail of the random cat in the territory. His first instinct was to ask the other who they were, where they were from, and what they were doing on Tempus territory. Though, as soon as he could properly see the cat his heart almost exploded and fluttered into his throat. "Owlstar!" He cried out suddenly, the biggest most joyfilled smile covering his silver muzzle as he ran over to the tom. He slammed into the other rather hard, but the others sturdy build would hold him standing. A deep, strong purr came from Mausbar as soon as their fur touched. His slimmer body brushed against the others thick tabby coat. He couldn't contain his excitment, it had been so long, too long!
The flooding scent of the tom made him want to burst out crying, but he held that in. "Oh Owlstar, Owlstar..." He whispered, pulling back to look at the tom. It was him, it was really him! He had not forgotten, but instead he came to him! It filled him with such a happy sensation that he wasn't forgotten so easily. "I love you, I love you too... The two weeks away from you was torture to my heart, mind, and soul. It was yerning for you and only you. I could barely do any of my duties. But I was thinking about us, your clan and the Tempus. I wanted us to be happy, safe, and accepted by those around us... I'm so sorry Owlstar to trying to be blind to love," His thoughts came rushing out of trembling lips, he was younger than Owlstar and felt like a child saying such words he had never even thought of before. He didn't even need to think about it as it flowed so easily. "Please forgive me, Owlstar," He whispered, ears pinning back against his skull, eyes starting to glisten now at the thought of being pushed away.
Owlstar has had an ill feeling in his abdomen since the day he'd confessed to Mausbar. The answer was too hard for him to take, even if he mentioned himself that he'd understand if the feelings weren't returned. He knew he'd rushed things from the moment the words left his mouth. He felt terrible about it, but it didn't make him feel any better after the...rejection? It wasn't really a rejection, but it was that he needed time, more like. It could've been a good thing, and yet, these past two weeks, Owlstar mourned. He was discouraged and he hadn't been fulfilling his responsibility as the leader of SumacClan. He felt like a failure. He felt like he was letting the clan down.
Love had brought him down. He lemented about this situation like it was as if he lost another important cat in his life. He'd already lost three. And now...could that have been the last time he saw Mausbar? Owlstar hadn't even responded to the silver Somali. He hadn't said a word. He couldn't. Mausbar's words had stabbed him like a blade in the chest, or like in a fight, and claws raked his sensitive belly. Oh, how it hurt. The pain was killing him. He was drowning in emotional and mental pain. Slowly burying him. The depression kept him awake at night. All he'd do is gaze at the stars...and yet, it'd only remind him of his love for Mausbar. The night the two would gaze at those bright, lovely stars.
Even though the two were of two different allegiances with their own religions and beliefs, that would not stop Owlstar from loving the tom, Mausbar of Tempus. Owlstar can't think correctly, he can't think straight whatsoever. Ever since he dropped his head and sprinted off, he lost sight of Mausbar. The last time, or so it seemed. He no longer waited for Mausbar at the borders. He wandered if the tom would wait there. Though, it hadn't seemed so, as his patrols haven't reported much about Tempus members. Mainly loners and rogues. It was a good sign no tribal cats, other clanners, and Tempus cats hadn't roamed Sumac territory, but Mausbar was a whole different story. He'd let that tom upon his land any day.
Mausbar seemed to wash into Owlstar's head constantly, especially in his dreams. For some reason, Owlstar would often connect with his father, and the deceased tom had respected his decision, alongside Newtpaw...and even the former deputy of SumacClan. All three had respected it. They often told him to go and find Mausbar, but he had no spark to do so. He was absolutely bummed. He couldn't budge. He couldn't move his legs. He was weak. He pitied himself, and hated himself for it. The thought of Mausbar drove him insane. He felt no sanity by now. He was overtaken by love. He yearned for the feeling he once had. Especially to be happy again. He missed happiness. But it was no longer there. He was melancholy. Devastated. Depressed. Whatever oneself would want to call it. He was indeed, apathetic, for the two weeks as well. He looked like a zombie, his eyes so dull and lifeless.
His sharp green eyes had been jejune, filled with a clear sclerotic and sharpening pain. Owlstar hadn't smiled nor laughed since those last two weeks. His clanmates seemed concerned, but little did he care, coming off abrasive lately. It seemed others wouldn't go near him. Well, except Hailstrike. She was a creamy, stunning she-cat with piercing amber eyes. Known for her former murders and past clan mistakes. However, he didn't mind her in the clan. She truly wasn't that bad. She was sweet deep down, but most couldn't see it like Owlstar could.
Moving on...
Lying in his den, he suddenly arose, a dream of horror awakening the long-bodied, lissom, large charcoal-brown tom. He wobbled out of his den, feeling weak. His appetite was terrible. He was thinner than before. He decided to stop by the fresh-kill pile before heading out. He snatched a rabbit, something larger than necessary. He thought he might as well eat. It's been about a week and a half since he did so anyways. He felt a strange spark in his whole embodiment, especially his lengthy nadirs.
He suddenly took off, his mackerel-seared segments tugging him forwards. He took long strides, sprinting towards the border of where the Tempus resided. It was a long journey. But little did Owlstar care. It would take awhile, so he'd left early. It was about evening, and it seemed Owlstar was in less shape. Though, even if he was panting, losing all his breath, he'd continue going. He didn't plan on stopping, despite how fatigued he was. He'd endure his exhaustion until he reached Mausy. He didn't care if he got caught by other Tempus member. He'd keep driving through until he found Mausbar.
Abruptly, his sharp, pale, pastel green eyes began to well up. Yes. He was tearing up. The great SumacClan leader was about to cry. Though, he tried holding them back. Silently, he cried. Not a sound escaped Owlstar, but as he sprinted across the land, the tears slipped and flung off his soft, feathery cheeks into the thin air. The cold had made this much worse, as most times, cold took the air out of oneself. He was eventually gasping for air, but he didn't stopped. He was filled with anxiety as well. This made it worse. The cold and anxiety? Oh no. Hopefully, he wouldn't have an anxiety attack.
He began to slow down, as the strange aroma of Tempus struck his nostrils. He skidded to a halt, unable to grasp his own breath. He was having severe trouble doing so. But he knew how to relax and sooth himself. He hunched over, closing his eyes as he tried to think positive and happy thoughts. His abdomen heaved up and down dramatically, and it appeared as if he was hacking up a fur-ball. Soon, his breath began to recover, and he was relaxed. Though, he was still uneasy and apprehensive, still panting.
He paced back and forth in a strange area of the Tempus territory, as where the sun was beginning to set. Soon...it'd be night, and the stars would be out. Owlstar huffed and puffed, his cheeks stained from tears, and a bit damp at sight. It was clear. He wasn't really crying anymore, but his heart continuously began to sink and drop. A familiar aroma had eventually came into his nose, the sight of a cat he knew drawing towards him. The pace was quick, and before he could even recognize the tom, he rammed into Owlstar. He didn't really budge, but he was barely stabilized slightly due to his weight loss.
His name was called moments before, but his ears had been ringing. "Mausbar..." He murmured, too shocked to say furthermore. The words that had came from Owlstar shocked him. He was taken aback. He was too taken aback to say anything, in fact. His heart, however, did flutter and he felt so happy. The wave of happiness had rewashed over him. He'd drown Mausbar in affection. He wanted to cry more, but it was enough that he earlier did so, and it was rather embarrassing to him. "It's okay now, Mausbar. I love you..." He murmured, "I wouldn't ever forget. It seems these two weeks had tortured the both of us..." He added, his voice clearly shaky, and it was cracking slightly. "I've missed you. I won't ever walk away like that from you again." He shuddered at the thought, inching closer to Mausbar.
As he'd done so, the large, charcoal-brown tabby sire wrapped himself around the smaller physique, absorbing the opposing tom's body heat. "I miss looking at the stars with you, despite the fact that you may not understand them as much as I do, but I want to learn more about your religions and beliefs as well..." He uttered, "The moon, if I am correct..?" He questioned, his vocals gentle and soothing.
His voice was true bliss for Mausbar hear after two weeks of what he would have considered silence. Wake up, patrol, hunt, sleep. Eating was never on his mind unless a cat took notice, which some did. The normally outgoing and flirty tom was depressed and avoid anyone and everything whenever he could. He lost his little spark over those two weeks, and suddenly it was back, lit by Owlstar. "I'm sorry for needing so much time, I knew I loved you back, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I don't hesitate often, Owlstar... I run head on, but you had me stopping and thinking of a life other than mine," This was something rather big for Mausbar to admit to himself and another as he had never felt love before, but he had an odd sensation that this was a different kind of love story.
The Tempus warrior soaked in the tone of Owlstar as he spoke, burning it into deep into his memory. The topic of the tom walking away struck the sensitive spot in his heart that hadn't properly healed yet. The tom just turning away from him and walking away without a goodbye, an okay.... Nothing. He had watched him until he was out of sight, and tears were shed as he ran back to Tempus, but did not return to camp until sunhigh the next day. He was filled with too many emotions to do anything for the Tempus.
The sudden warmth enclosing around him a broken purr filled the silver tom as he leaned against the bigger tom. He wasn't much smaller than Owlstar, but he could wrap himself nicely and snuggly against Mausbar. "Yes, I missed it too, I missed everything we had done," He whispered, letting his eyes gaze up to the star filled sky, and the burning moon. The two aspects always so close to one another, living in a peaceful world in the sky. It gave him hope, hope that him and Owlstar could live together with their differences. They'd be like the night sky...
Jumping out of his daydream he gave a smile to Owlstar, he wanted to know about Tempus? He nuzzled his cheek into the shoulder of the leader as he closed his eyes and let out a happy sigh. He'd love to show Owlstar what is on this side of the boarder, if only he could see the Tetula's... But Mausbar knows he would never see the starclan cats, so it's somewhat even.
'The Moon, if I am correct..?'
"Yes, the moon, but the past of Tempus does not live there. We place the dead along our boarders, our paws are placed above a past life. Those accepted into the Tempus, like I had been not too long ago, are blessed with what we call a Tutela," He spoke softly, though he wasn't born inside of Tempus he felt he had a strong grasp of new found religious belief. He had been accepted as his beloved Tutela followed behind his heels and blessed him with the strength to run... run to Owlstar with the might of two cats. "My Tutela... She's a very forgiving soul. You must have heard of the rogues invading Tempus and killing those who were against them, I was a part of them... She was one of the cats killed," His ears flattened for only a moment as he recalled her during that first battle where Bear had lost his life along with so many others. He gave his head a sad shake before taking a deep breath, her figure stood in the distance, looking at them.
"She likes you... I can tell," He added calmly. Warriors such as himself did not have a great power like a Medicus, Mausbar only knew her story through broken dream. He had never heard her voice before, and often she only showed when he was in doubt or in a never ending mental struggle. "I imagine she sounds like a regina, sweet and loving... Only a Luna and Medicus can speak to their Tutela's, though it's much more common for a Medicus," She was gone, faded away with a soft nighttime breeze, becoming one with the dull silver glow.
"You're with the stars, and that is where your afterlife lay, right?" He asked, after rambling about how his worked, it was only fair to let Owlstar explain some things about Starclan. Though, the thought of having to leave Tempus was terrifying to him, would his Tutela follow him, would you be buried at the boarder, accepted in his afterlife? And Owlstar couldn't leave his clan, Starclan would never take him if he did such a thing. Risha, he heard was a kind soul, but how kind could she be to a cat who destroyed and helped rebuild her Tempus, but just to leave it. Mausbar knew he wouldn't be able to handle a long distance relationship, after just being torn apart for two weeks, it'd surely wither him.
