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.
This thread is for The Luna, which is the Tempus leader. The Luna will be chosen by the administrators of the site.
Please read the HISTORY of Tempus, and what a TUTELA is.
First, you need to fill out the basic character sheet, yes you must use this one. Be sure to post the application in the Pending section. Your character must be accepted before you audition.
Next please pick one of the prompts to answer, or if you want to be ambitious, answer more.
scenarios
I. A fire breaks out in the twoleg village the Tempus has originated from, and the roaring flames are getting closer and closer to the boarders.
What will you do?
II. Three rouges meets one of your patrols at a boarder, one being a kit. They ask for a spot in The Tempus.
what will you do?
III. You have yet to get a Rightpaw from a litter of your own kin, but you feel your time fading away faster everyday. Unclear of who to pick for the position...
I am auditioning with Kestrel! I. A FIRE BREAKS OUT IN THE TWOLEG VILLAGE THE TEMPUS HAS ORIGINATED FROM, AND THE ROARING FLAMES ARE GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE BOARDERS.
II. THREE ROUGES MEETS ONE OF YOUR PATROLS AT A BOARDER, ONE BEING A KIT. THEY ASK FOR A SPOT IN THE TEMPUS.
III. YOU HAVE YET TO GET A RIGHTPAW FROM A LITTER OF YOUR OWN KIN, BUT YOU FEEL YOUR TIME FADING AWAY FASTER EVERYDAY. UNCLEAR OF WHO TO PICK FOR THE POSITION...
I. THREE ROUGES MEETS ONE OF YOUR PATROLS AT A BOARDER, ONE BEING A KIT. THEY ASK FOR A SPOT IN THE TEMPUS.
The Luna looked down upon the rouges and remembered. She remembered what she used to be. She remembered how she too once gave up hope. She remembered when she was a rouge with no place to call home.
Amara looked at the thin, wild-eyed beasts before her and all she could see was herself. She knew better than anyone the power of a second chance. After all, she would not be here right now if it were not for those cats who were willing to take a chance on a no-name cat like herself.
The Luna of the Tempus bowed her head at the rouges - at the lost souls before her. They looked up at her with apprehension and the beginnings of hope in their eyes and Amara never felt more at peace than in that moment. She spread her tail out behind her, a white banner of truce, and beckoned the cats closer to her with one of her delicate paws. She gestured at them like a shepherd to her flock and they obeyed wordlessly.
"Come forward, my kin." She meowed. "There is no need to cower before me. For I am your Luna. Your guiding light in the darkness. And I will not abandon you to the night."
I. A FIRE BREAKS OUT IN THE TWOLEG VILLAGE THE TEMPUS HAS ORIGINATED FROM, AND THE ROARING FLAMES ARE GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE BORDERS. The toms mind races, his ears swiveling about as he listens to different reports from his warriors. The smoke on the horizon is visible now, and the fire has turned the sky red. Terwelu lifts his chin, silencing the cats surrounding him with a brisk flick of his tail. "How close is it?" He asks, turning to the nearest cat.
"It was approaching the border," the cat said hurriedly, clear panic in her eyes. Terwelu dips his head.
"We will need to work fast, but I will discuss this with my brother and Right Paw" he stands, padding away from the group with a flick of his tail. He pads into his den, blue eyes showing no trace of fear, the only emotion evident on his face is determination. None of his cats will die today. The conversation is brief, but the two cats agree. The tunnels. Terwelu knows the other cats will detest the idea, but it is the best way to get out of the territory safely. Rusa agrees, and Terwelu sends him off to tell the cats. Kits will need to be carried, but Terwelu is confident that the tunnels are now large enough to fit all the cats. While it may be unpleasant, Terwelu knows it's the best way. They can travel underground, with no risk of the flames engulfing them. Not only that but if they needed to escape through another group's territory they could do so discreetly, only appearing again once they had left their borders.
Terwelu would lead the group, followed by the largest cats to assist him in digging or repacking and collapsed spots. Behind them would be apprentices and queens with their kits, and Rusa would follow behind. While the cats might not enjoy it, Terwelu was confident it would work. Not only that, but it would be a good way to prove to his cats how useful the tunnels were.
II. THREE ROGUES MEET ONE OF YOUR PATROLS AT A BORDER, ONE BEING A KIT. THEY ASK FOR A SPOT IN THE TEMPUS. Terwelu looks down at the newcomers, his blue eyes revealing nothing. They are clearly scared, and their ribs can be seen sticking out from their sides. The leader eyes them, forcing away his suspicions. He remembers how the Tempus had been when he and his brother joined, and he did not want to seem threatening. They were clearly scared, weak, and alone. The small tom dipped his head to the newcomers, his voice calm and mellow. "I am Terwelu, the Luna of the Tempus. We are a group that believes in welcoming and helping cats, so we will not refuse you," his voice shifts now, laced with warning as he lifts his head, "however, we do have expectations and rules that must be abided. If this is in any way a trick, we will not hesitate to exile you."
As the cats swear they would never do such a thing, Terwelu turns, flicking his tail for them to follow. "In that case, welcome to the Tempus. Our camp is this way."