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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~!
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Biche had never expected that out of all of the cats that take their home in the Tempus, that i'd be him who'd be taken under the furry wing of the Medicus Zareese. The apprentice had spent most of his young kittenhood with the cream tom, so he didn't feel all that uncomfortable sharing the den with him as he had done it before. He did hope the other felt the same way about this sudden arrangement, he'd hate to make him feel uneasy. Though, the first day of his apprenticeship went smoothly, but much wasn't taught.
Now the two were asleep inside of the cozy den that smelled so much of the mixture of herbs that were neatly stacked around. In the chill of the night the younger of the two had ended up shifting, his thin pelt not so protective against the change from the burning sun to the cold blowing winds of leaf fall. Now the ruddy abyssinian cat was gently pressed against the long haired medicus for some protection without even knowing it.
In the early mornings of the day, when the sun slowly peaked over the horizon line, Biche began to stir away. Slowly shifting around the toms soft eyes opened to little slits, adjusting to the dull dawn light slowly slithering through the quiet camp. Feeling the soft warm pressing into his back he lifted his head to look to the sleeping medicus. Under his fur he could feel himself heating up in embarrassment, he had no knowledge of his movement. A bit awkwardly he sat up in the den, carefully shuffling away to try and not wake up the medicus.
Blinking slowly his gentle gaze grazed along the sleeping tom and tiny smile broke out into his muzzle. This was like a dream, the best dream of his life as it really wasn't a dream. Bending his head down he began to lick his chest, deciding he shouldn't do much or make much noise to let the hard working cat get as much rest as possible. Though, the tom struggled to sleep properly at all, and now going to be working his tail off it'd really start to effect his stamina and well being.
Looking beside him suddenly he saw the soft outline of a thin, lanky tom he had gotten to know fairly well. This tom being his Tutela, and learning from Zareese that his constant seeing of this lanky tom was a very special gift. Being a good kind of special made him feel all bubbly inside, and gave him some Optimistic flow to how his life might turn out in the end. But this morning neither spoke, just looked at each other before the Tutela faded away into the air.
It'd been a long night, last night, and not to forget the whole day itself. He'd taken the young feline, Biche under his wing as the Medicus Apprentice. The placid tom wasn't completely overjoyed, nor was he disappointed about it. He was just a challenge to spark excite or devastation. However, he felt a little wave of excitement wash through his embodiment. It was pure excitement, yet anxiety. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle it, though, he figured he was ready. Biche was the Medicus Apprentice. The tom he'd tended to when Biche was unhealthy. He would always remember that. Maybe...Just maybe that'd make it easier for Zareese to open up to the Abyssinian.
Much wasn't taught yesterday, but it was still long to Zareese, as he was rather quiet the whole time, even though his vocals were smooth and gentle when he had spoken. Now, the two were within the den, sleeping in the warmth of the den, and the aroma that Zareese took a fond to. The bittersweet scents of various different herbs. He loved it. It made him feel relaxed. Though, during the arising of the sun, Zareese had only been half asleep. The tom's alabaster-creamy, long fur being pressed against the smaller figure's. Zareese was absolutely massive, as he appears more like a warrior rather than a Medicus. His build was more of a warrior, so he didn't appear vulnerable, though he truly was.
Zareese hadn't budged, absorbing the warmth from the opposing tom. It was chilling. The numbing temperatures were bitter enough to cut through Zareese's thick, long locks to his skin. It gave him goosebumps, made him shudder and shake. Ugh. The cold. It was his least favorite. He hated all seasons but spring, and somewhat the beginning of fall. Where the temperatures weren't too hot nor cold, but just right for him. Not only that, but in Spring, it rained most days. He loved rain. Why? Well, the after aroma. The scent that was known as petrichor. Some would say it's a strange and unsatisfying scent, but Zareese found it lovely and soothing. It wasn't all that odd.
As the morning light began to peer into the den, he felt a sudden jerk, that was yet cautious, from the smaller and younger tom. Seems he's awake. Zareese pondered. Once Biche moved away, Zareese's wide, yellow-amber visionaries fluttered open, pulling into slits due to the light. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light. Yet, another day. This one was going to be longer, as Zareese planned on teaching Biche the basics, and mainly naming simple herbs and what they do.
The expressionless tom arose, heaving himself to his paws, outstretching his long nadirs. He opened his maw, hesitant to speak. His words seemed uneasy and a little shaken, "Ah, good morning, Biche." He uttered softly. "Today, I will teach you a few basics, and herbs." He stated more confidently. He shifted back onto his haunches, his tail curling in front of his large foundations, neatly.
Moments after his words, Tlique, Zareese's Tetula had formed in the thin air, residing next to the massive, cloudy tom. He glimpsed over for a moment, smiling gently before it almost instantly faded. His Tetula had mentioned something before she faded away. He could still remember the day he became Tlique's Medicus Apprentice many moons ago. Now, it was his turn to pass on what he'd learned.
Biche perked up suddenly when he noticed the larger had awoken from his slumbers and now sat up straight. He saw the others she-cat Tutela, eyes growing wide in shock before she faded away from him. Being a Medicus apprentice he knew he could see the tutela beings around the camp, though it seemed much more common and likely when he was around Zareese. The softness and sort of broken flow that his mentor spoke struck a bit of worry in the heart of the ruddy tom, and he struggled for a long moment to get a fluent string of words to form in hi head and slide off his lips.
"Morning Zareese, did you sleep well in the cold?" He asked, worried with the fact he had pressed into the thick fur. Feeling awkward his paws shuffled against the den floor, glancing towards the line of herbs, only a few he knew. Tongue flicking against his jaw he seemed completely distracted by the herbs, almost missing his mentors next words as he tried figuring out which scent belonged to what herb, and the name of that specific herb.
When the voice of Zareese broke through his thoughts he straightened up suddenly. "Ah, right! I can't wait to see what you can teach me, you're a wonderful Medicus, I hope I can be just as great when the roll falls onto my shoulders," He said a bit shyly, the thought a great thrill and chill. This was his path, carved out by his ancestors, giving him something to live for. He would become the next Medicus of Tempus! A beautiful gift, a amazing chance to do something worth while with his life.
"It's not very fair you get a pretty she-cat as your tutela and I get this old mouse-brain," He joked lightly, he knew so much about his tutela when he was a kitten, softly talking to him. He was a sweet elder who Biche found to be very funny, he loved the tom greatly. "I love him though," A purr softly flowing through his chest, hoping the tom could hear him wherever he was resting now.
Zareese peered out of the Medicus' Den, a soft sigh escaping his maw. His whiskers twitched wildly in anticipation, alongside his ears which would occasionally flickered. He began to hear chatter outside of the den, Tempus cats beginning to converse with each other. He shook his head internally, as he thought it was too early for it, though, it truly wasn't. Until he'd gotten his apprentice, he slept a bit longer, but he couldn't now. He had a bigger responsibility. He had to train an apprentice. He had said he was ready, though he wasn't. Then again, he was never going to be ready. He'd never have an apprentice if he hadn't said he was prepared to take on the greater responsibility.
His auditories flattened amongst his craniul as he gazed down at the energetic, enthusiastic tom, Biche. He couldn't help but allow a small smile to cross his facials. He wouldn't know what he'd do without someone like Biche around. He probably wouldn't get anywhere in his mentoring. The diminutive ruddy tom would keep him occupied. Clearly. It'll be a great experience for the both of them, or so, Tlique thinks. The she-cat was not an elder like Biche's, but rather a young she-cat whose death was sickening. His old mentor, in fact. He missed having the bittersweet firecracker around. And yet, he didn't mind, as she was his Tetula. He couldn't be anymore grateful. He had gotten lucky.
I won't let you down Tlique. Biche will be just as great as I, even better, I assume. I want him to be better than myself, and...even you. His last part of his pondering was half a joke. It was challenging to come close to Tlique's abilities and skill, but she wasn't around anymore, so it was Zareese who had to try his best. He'd push Biche to his limits, but not so hard to stress the smaller tom out. Unlike Tlique who had Zareese stressed, even if she made things better later on. Suddenly cut off by Biche's excitement. He blinked, his eyes wide a bit. Oh, right. Time to begin more. Now... He chuckled almost silently, watching Biche.
Being called a wonderful Medicus made him blink more, bewildered. He didn't think he was that great. "Thank you, Biche." He hummed, not going to deny it, as it may cause an argument, nothing bad of course, just back and forth of Biche and Zareese saying yes and no, if anything. "You'll be great, Biche. I will make sure you're more wonderful than I as well." He stated quite confidently. He was determined to do so. Why? Who knew. He just wanted to feel accomplished, perhaps. He wasn't so sure himself. It was just important to him.
As Biche began to joke about his own Tetula, he allowed a soft chuckle to escape his muzzle. "Hmm, well, my Tetula is one big bum, sometimes. At least you have a humorous and sweet one." He joked, hoping Tlique had heard him. If she were here, she'd probably whip Zareese with her tail. It was a common way of how she used to scold Zareese, in a playful demeanor of course. "My Tetula is one bittersweet firecracker. The former Medicus of Tempus, in fact. She was my mentor." He grinned, brushing against Biche, "Let's head out. We shall begin your first, official lesson~" He purred, exiting the den.
A loud, happy pure filled Biche's small chest as he took what Zareese said to heart. It was something that gave him confidence to do his very best and make those words reality someday. "I will do my best, I promise! You kept me alive through my kittenhood and I owe that and so much more to you and your Tutela as she had taught you. All the cats before me I say a blessing, as they're the only reason I am here," He said with a small smile, he had seen Zar's Tutela before, but not very often. His ear flicked at the soft voices out in the camp as the Tempus slowly began to wake up and start their daily activities. And, now Biche had a new set of tasks.
"I do love him, he's very wise and likes to keep me down to earth. Though, his old traditions mix with the new things I am learning," He sighed happily, when he died he hoped this sweet old-hearted tom would find another wonderful cat to watch over. Finally he raised properly off of his flank and padded into the clearing. He took a moment to stretch his slim legs behind him, toes flexing as he enjoyed the fresh air and morning glow. Feeling some bones crack and pop he felt much more refreshed and a bit more lively.
"So, do you know exactly what I'm learning? It must take more moons than we have together to teach me everything," Biche pondered quietly. He was sure there were things Zareese didn't even know how to handle fully. It was thrilling, but he knew he might just crack under intense pressure and the special gift could be a mistake. The thought of it being a mistake lingered in his mind, as if he didn't believe he would be good enough, and his mistakes would be more noticed than his victories.
He remember some of the things Zareese used on him when he was a kit, but surely not everything. "I must have been dry stressful when I was little. I'm glad you don't hate me," He purred, turning to look at the massive fluffy tom. He wanted to press into the cream colored cloud, it was chilly and the soft breeze easily going through his thin ruddy colored pelt. But, it'd be odd to just brush against him, that was for sharing tongues and affectionate partners, or close friends.
