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And size 72 font! Also, you spell "colour" with a "u" too?? I don't feel lonely anymore4 points
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My answers were TOTALLY different before I got the game. 1- Unless It has good immunity, I let him roam around. 2- the bluebird needs to feed his babies somehow 3- Escape! Unless he attacks the base camp. In that case... FOR SPARTAAAAAA!!!! 4- Wait for it... Just a bit more... 5- We already murdered his mom, we cant be crueler.3 points
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I finally got the game! And what a start! Tiny green sure has surprises for the dodo tribe. (sorry for the low quality pics) And I even started with purr snout! The cat with The White stripe is my starter female, and the adult taking with The rogue male is my other starter. They esthablished a nice base so far... INCEST! DAMN YOU MISCLICKS! Well, they may be Mother and son, but at least they gave me a cute tigress. A LOT of screaming and running from bearyenas followed, and the tribe was starting to starve. A brave should had to leave to gather coconuts But when all seemed lost, The tribe encountered an unlikely guide who would lead them to a safe haven. So gods do exist... He let us get food, and we finally got a pie e of paradise Thanks to his sharing... ALL HAIL LORD KEVIN!!! Soon, luck would follow, like this baby bear Atop his throne on the hill, Kevin and his Tigress assistant watched over the land... Yes, that is a name However, see The empty nest? Yes, a baby was there, a perfect baby, actually, but this Lady got too greedy and stole LORD KEVIN'S THRONE! So somehow he used godly powers to make a bird take it away. Also there was a bearyena battle After lord Kevin left his mortal vessel on the same day as tigress, The tribe started to live in peace with his children. TO BE CONTINUED!2 points
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Yesss! Its Awesome!!! Y was so hyped I forgot to take screenshots and took pics with my Phone instead! Im going to do a post about this first tribe soon. Well, the game was harder than expected, so many mistakes were made but do far, everything is going great! Also, because so many of you have warrior cats challenges, but I have no idea what that is, I started reading the first book today. Mmmmm its good.2 points
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We would need to rebuild the whole game (both graphics and programming) to get it running on mobile unfortunately ^^ Switch would be more likely, but there are currently no plans for ports.2 points
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* a synopsis because i accidentally refreshed hhdjfhjfdg* Furtuft makes a connnection with Fidgetstar through his dreams as he did with Timberstar. Vineleaf has a kit with a bearyena named Oakhail. Wolfripple joins the clan. So does Shrewfrost. Shrewfrost has a kit with Oakhail named rosepool. We're just past the ninth rain. Weaseltail joins the clan as an apprentice. She is a moral warrior. TENTH RAIN No kits are born because Fidgetstar is still afraid to confess his feelings to Wolfripple after 84 years.2 points
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ahhh, thank you so much! it means a lot coming from you. i'm so grateful for this game, it's given me countless hours of happiness!2 points
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Tumblestar fails to collect food, and Bumblefawn can only watch her deteriorate. The two of them starve, but are accepted into Starclan. ~ Timbermoon awakes with a start, eyes filled with fright. He looks down at his paws. Was he in Starclan? No... He wasn't buried. Is this the dark forest? No way. It is indeed dark, but there is food all over the place. "Timberclaw, wake up!" A she-cat calls. "We washed up here. I don't think we can go back home.." A beautiful dark red she cat stands before him, concerned. "Wh- I'm Timbermoon.." He mumbles out, confused. "Timbermoon?" Asked the she-cat. "Have you lost your mind? I know we were dropped here by the birds, but really, Timberclaw.. Do you at least remember MY name?" Timbermoon- er, Timberclaw- is at a loss for words. Whoever this she-cat is, she seems to know him, and if he doesn't recognize her she'll think he's insane. A voice within him tells him the answer. "Oakmist." "...Oakmist," he says cautiously, hoping he's right. "At least you remember me," sighs the she-cat. "Either way, we're on our own now. Timbermoon or Timberclaw, you're going to have to be Timberstar." "What?!" "You've always been a better warrior than me!" says the she-cat desperately. "We're alone, Timberclaw. There's nothing else we can do but start over. Be brave, Timberclaw... Just this once." "Timberstar..." He says, thinking about the name. Oakmist takes this as a form of him correcting her and taking on his warrior name. "It's decided then! Timberstar, leader of...." "Crowclan?" "Crowclan.... Uh... Okay. Works for me," The she-cat says. "We can do this." Whatever has happened, Timberstar knows that he's not who he used to be. FIRST (Twenty-first?) RAIN "Timbermoon," calls a voice. Timberstar is alone in the forest. "At least someone recognizes me," sighs the tom. "Hmm.. Well, should I call you Timberstar now?" Asks the voice. Timberstar recognizes this voice as the one who had helped him identify Oakmist. "Odd calling you that. To me, you were always my little brother." "Furtuft...? You died before I did," Timberstar says, shocked. "Indeed I did," he said. "You schmucks never bothered to bury me, either," says the tom playfully. "Or else neither of us would be here." "Where's Stormhawk?" "That Bumblefawn chick managed to bury him before starving," Says the tom, flicking his tail. His words should sound bitter, but they hold no venom in them when he speaks. he seems to almost be indifferent to the situation. "Either way, how are you liking that claw? Seemed like it would work better than that paw you had before, so I traded with you." Timberstar looks to his brother, and the tom was telling the truth- he had Timberstar's old leg. "Made your mane a bit darker, too, that trade I did with you. I'd say it looks becoming." He flashes a mischievous smile. "Why didn't I get to agree with this?" Timberstar was more confused than anything, albeit grateful. Furtuft seemed to know everything. "It's what I got from Starclan since I didn't get all reborn and fancy, like you did," Furtuft said, rubbing one of his ears with his- well, Timberstar's- paw. "Why'd they pick me?" "That's for you to decide," Furtuft hums. "Make them proud they chose you. I'll be around, alright?"" Furtuft disappears into the tall grass, and when Timberstar opens his eyes he is alone in his den, accompanied by the rain coming down on the island. Oakmist is already awake. She looks beautiful still, even more so that the both of them are fully-grown warriors now. "Timberstar, you look odd," Oakmist comments. "Bad dream?" "I'm fine," Timberstar says, shifting on his paws. "Well, that's good, Oakmist says, leaving an awkward silence between the two of them, the rain filling in the gap between their words. "Look, Timberstar. I feel like since we're a clan and all, we need.. well..." "To become mates?" He asks, looking at her knowingly. "Well.. yeah," Oakmist says, shocked that he would be the one to say it first. "Is.. is that alright?" "Of course," the tom responded. And so, the two of them become mates. Oakmist has Beestem. Beestem has a fine sense of humor but is rather intimidating and is bad with kits. SECOND RAIN Timberstar and Oakmist have another she-kit, who they name Vineleaf. Vineleaf is a terrible hunter, but is a skilled fighter, and boy, does she love to show it. THIRD RAIN The rains soon return. This time, Oakmist has a son- Fidgetwind. Fidgetwind is a kindhearted peacemaker by nature. This makes him the subject to Vineleaf's teasing- he wishes to be braver and more intimidating. FOURTH RAIN No kits are born; Oakmist is apprenticing Fidgetwind. FIFTH RAIN No kits are born, mating is unsuccessful. Oakmist dies, and Fidgetwind, now a warrior, buries his mother and mentor. A predator attacks the clan. It kills Timberstar, leaving the three remaining children to decide who the successor will be. Beestem suggests that her younger brother take the lead, much to the dismay of Vineleaf. Even so, he takes on the position, becoming Fidgetstar. How will his rule go?2 points
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SEVENTEENTH RAIN No kits are born, since nobody is really eligible to mate. Tumblestar moves on to her third life. EIGHTEENTH RAIN The clan's food has been declining, and for a while they have been consuming more than they have been collecting. This begins to worry Tumblestar, when, like a gift from Starclan, The clan stumbles upon an array of fresh jungle fruit. However, while collecting, Timbermoon is caught in a carnivorous plant. With the death of Thundersnow fresh on Tumblestar's heart like a wound, she is especially protective of her adoptive son and claws at the plant with all of her might. With the help of other clan members, Timbermoon is freed, and is taken over to a healing plant by Violetsight. NINETEENTH RAIN Violetsight dies of old age, and Tumblestar is feeling as if she is losing all of her kits. Her health declines some. A young she-cat enters the clan, her name being Bumblefawn. Bumblefawn is by no means brave or tough, but she has a heart of gold and love to share. TWENTIETH RAIN The last of Tumblestar's kits die. She is too depressed to even bury her sons, and a confused Bumblefawn prays for the mercy of Starclan on them.2 points
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Thank you Bostonlobstah and Jojo! Also, that Philo nicheling looks really cute!2 points
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Never said it, but this place looks great, works great, very few complaints. Searches are pretty easy, profiles are neat and relatively easy to find a user's content with, mod tools are effective and useful, text editing is pretty fully featured with only very rare and minor flaws. Mobile support is fantastic, too. That's not always easy. There's nothing left out of the mobile site that I can otherwise do on the PC. Good showing.1 point
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I read a bit of Warriors, not a ton though, but still consider myself a fan. I'm in a WC roleplay and have my own Clan I call ShoreClan that I write about sometimes. Yah, I made tons of mistakes starting out too. Like not addressing the double digging claw issue, and not restraining myself from having all the kids lol1 point
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This was in response to the following prompt: "Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of fight you lost. Did you lose the battle with cancer? Maybe you died in a fist fight . Even facing addiction. After taking a deep drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down and asks for the glorious tale of your demise!" It's not the tale of his demise, but then, not being required to stick to the prompt is literally a rule in /r/WritingPrompts. I think I stuck to the spirit of it, anyway. Vishpala, on a totally random note, has a historical basis; a female warrior referred to in the Rigveda (a collection of vedic sanskrit hymns) with a false leg of some kind. The author took for granted that the audience knew the details, so the bulk of her story and of "Khlea's Battle" is lost. Defense Rests. In life, I never drank. In death, it was merriment and partying, and there was no work or reputation to worry about. I drank experimentally at first, then more freely. Soon I was drunker than I’d ever been, though that didn’t say much. Then the man at the head of the table – after all I’d seen, was it possible he was truly Odin? – slammed his cup down, making me jump. “I look at our newest member, and I don’t see a warrior!” His voice carried down the hall of Valhalla, resonant and booming. “I see a paper-pusher! A functionary!” He spat the word as if it were a curse. “Approach!” I didn’t have any choice. I was torn from my seat and thrown at the dais by some invisible force. Odin had turned and stepped out of my path, not even sparing a glance for my body’s passage through the air. I struck the wall and fell to the ground. By the time I struggled to my feet, surprisingly undamaged, Odin was already taking his seat. “Regale us, so-called warrior! Amaze us with your tales of so-called ‘battle’! My head was suddenly, oddly clear, from the moment I had struck the stage floor. Something about just standing here swept my drunkenness away. I coughed, looking around, adjusting the glasses perched on my nose. I didn’t know what I was doing here in the first place. These men, they were hard men. I’d been in two fights in my life, and been beaten up four times. After the first two fights, I had learned that you sometimes took less damage if you just fell down. An approach came to mind, though. I straightened my suit jacket. It was my job, after all, to weave a narrative, support it, and to make people believe it. And I was really good at my job. With that in mind, I put on my game face. I envisioned the audience as my prey, and I stepped up to the podium with calm assurance, like a tiger deciding whether he wanted to eat his prey or play with it. “I find myself in the most esteemed company today! Warriors, legends–” Here, I glanced at Odin. “– gods. Obviously, I am not worthy to be here. Obviously, I can’t belong in such company. Yet I’ve been asked for a tale, and what do you do when Odin himself asks? You tell a damn tale.” “Now, you have no doubt observed that I am not built for combat. I have no tales of war and killing. My battle is with the concept of law itself.” I saw some of my audience had begun to lose interest, and moved on, struggling to regain a little lost ground. “I go before the courts and fight for men and women trying to keep their homes and lives. I know the many blades of the law just as many of you know the blades you use in combat. I have spent my life learning to hone those blades, and learning to blunt the blades in my enemy’s hand.” “And that is the beginning of the battle, not the end. You no doubt noticed that I claim to fight for the poor, and nobody can eat when they are paid by the poor. My office, my employees, every pen and pencil comes from donations. Every day our office fights for its very survival. On the day I died, I had been investing my own money for eight months, instead of taking a salary. There was no other way to pay my employees and keep the lights on. All the monsters I captured are men. I would tell you of the monster that wanted to devour sixty years, the life’s work, of three hundred men and women. But my weapon was an improperly signed document, an error, that permitted them to break contract without consequence. I would tell you of the monster that would have demolished the only affordable housing left in my city, but my blade was a letter, a letter that showed he entered a contract intending to break it.” “My daily struggles would bore you. I do not deliver a blade to a beast’s heart, I put my enemy’s blade to a grindstone and blunt it for months, until they have nothing left to fight with. But, ladies and gentlemen, I fight!” I began to get carried away with my own speech, and I felt emotion cresting. I seized it. It was raw magic in a speech like this, and I let it overwhelm me. Suddenly, the speech seemed to be in control, with me helplessly carrying it to its conclusion. “I do battle! I slay monsters as mighty as any hydra or dragon! I! Am! A! warrior!” The hall was silent for a few moments, then Odin began to clap. With that, the entire room broke into applause. Men and women in hides, in armor, soldiers with their swords, with their crossbows and rifles. I spent a moment catching my breath, and a woman in plate mail climbed up to the dais, shaking my hand. I let her lead me down, and I let her put a drink in my hand. I noticed that she had a limp, but she seemed nimble despite her apparent injury. “I am Vishpala. You did well up there.” “I am Desmond Quinn. What happened? I can’t be the best lawyer ever, so I can’t be the only one here. So why did he pick me out? Is this some hazing ritual?” She looked aside at me over the collar of her armor, which stood tall and protective around her neck. “Not just a pretty face. You truly fight for the poor?” I looked at this woman, wondering where she was going with her questions. She had skin the color of coffee milk, warm hazel eyes, small lips, and dark hair, barely long enough for her to keep tied back. She was slender and her armor unflattering, but she was not unattractive. I moved a little closer, wondering if something was there. She shifted her stance, and her armored knee casually struck my unprotected kneecap. Nope, nothing there. I backed off a step and bent to rub my knee. “Nobody else will fight for them. And you are changing the subject.” She didn’t seem to take notice of my pain. “Don’t let him scare you. He’s especially hard on people who didn’t put their lives on the line. But after that, nobody can doubt that you belong among us.”1 point
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So, first, a couple new rules to make this thing better (I'm using starting now) (based off of a couple other challenges) Cats can only have kits when it's raining I'm gonna use a different generator to generate personalities; it actually doesn't generate a personality, but I like to create my own, so this will kind of help shape the cats' lives a little so i don't have full control over things. The generator will be updated with more wishes when I think of them. It generate a 'Lifetime Wish'; this is something I have to have the creature do before it dies (it might also be the way the creature dies). If they have the chance to do whatever their lifetime wish is, but they don't do it, I'll think up some sort of punishment. Okay, back to DuskClan! So, Blackseed gives birth to... twins! And one of them is a girl! WHOO! Birdflower's only wish is to destroy every berry bush she comes across. (SHE HAS 0 ATTACK FOR GOODNESS SAKE) Tigersnout's only wish is to: sacrifice themselves for the good of the tribe The only male in the tribe that Birdkit is compatible with (because almost all the males have Home Island Immunity) is Hollowmoss... whelp, I'm sure Duskstar won't mind if they have a few children, even if it does break the code. Blackseed retires. FIRST OFFICIAL RAIN: The Redbreeze finds a Violet-eyed, double deformed-pawed, derp snout female! They share an immunity, so Redbreeze will send this new female to Duskstar so he can decide what to do with her. Longtooth's only wish is to: sacrifice themselves for the good of the tribe Though Birdember favors Birdkit because, one, she's a girl, and two, he got to name her after himself (oooh, looks like Birdember might be a little prideful, doesn't it?), Blackseed favors her son, Tigerkit, because of his beautiful pattern and interest in Medicine cat duties. She tells Birdember to tell Duskstar and Hollowmoss that she wishes her youngest son to become Hollowmoss's apprentice. Blackseed passes away with her favorite son at her side. (Below-Blackseed's final moments) Blackseed recieves her final wish, and Tigerpaw is apprenticed to Hollowmoss. Birdpaw is sent after Smallleaf to become his apprentice, but she is hindered by a river and must wait another day before crossing so that she does not drown. Longtooth finds Cloudember on the way to Duskstar, and they fall in love. They decide to not becomes mates, however, until Longtooth has the permission to be in the tribe from Duskstar. However, Birdember has other plans. He is very ambitious and prideful, and decides to try winning Longtooth over, as she has very pretty eyes, and it would boost his reputation by being the mate of an important female. He is also a rival with his brother, Cloudember, so if he wins over Longtooth, it will leave Cloudember quite mad, and Birdember quite smug. Redbreeze retires, and Birdember is made deputy, boosting his ambitious spirit. Duskstar finally meets this 'Longtooth', and gives her permission to stay in the clan. Birdember attempts to win over Longtooth, and succeeds. Longtooth chose him over Cloudember because He's deputy He has pretty poison fangs he 'understands her struggle' because of his deformed paw (he doesn't actually, but he's quite charming) he has a cool pattern his black eyes stare into your soul until you feel compelled to do what he wants Thus, Longtooth becomes pregnant with Birdember's child, and when Cloudember comes out of the grasses to ask her to be his mate, now that she has permission to stay in the tribe, she rejects him, and he heads back to the grasses to mourn. Redbreeze passes away, and Tigerpaw and Birdpaw become Tigersnout and Birdflower. Now that Birdflower is an adult, she heads toward where Hollowmoss and Tigersnout live, so that she may become Hollowmoss's mate. Once she gets there, she confesses her love towards Hollowmoss, even though they have never met. Hollowmoss, taken aback by this confession from a stranger, attempts to reject her, but Duskstar, who is beside him, tells him is is for the good of the tribe, and if he doesn't become mates with Birdflower, there may one day not be any DuskClan at all. Hearing this, Hollowmoss is loyal to Duskstar and becomes mates with Birdflower, though he dislikes her eagerness, and is disgusted by the fact that they're siblings. Tigersnout overwatches all of this, and takes Hollowmoss's side, and Duskstar finally makes a comprimise-- Hollowmoss and Birdflower must be mates until they give birth to a she-kit who can be mates with a non-medicine cat. Hollowmoss finally agrees, and he and Birdflower become mates. It has been six days since it last rained, though it seems like longer. Birdflower keeps close to Hollowmoss. Though seemingly kind and peaceful, she will threaten if somebody doesn't do what she wants (basically, she's spoiled). How long with Hollowmoss and Birdflower have to be mates? Will Birdember find a way to get rid of Duskstar for good, and become what he's always wanted to be- leader of DuskClan? Find out next time on DUSKCLAN THREE IS REALLY DRAMATIC TODAY1 point
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Now I will show thee my final tribe: My warriors tribe! No, unfortunately this isn't part of the 'warriors challenge' thing, I started this tribe before I heard about that. But eventually I plan on converting it into a real Warriors tribe. Right now, the only reason it's called a Warrior Tribe is because there is a Medicine Cat, a Leader and Deputy...and they have warrior names. But anyways.... Here is LarkClan! I'll show you Larkspur first, the daughter of the starters and sister to my beauty queen Feldspar. She founded LarkClan, and her nearly identical daughter Larkstar went on to become the second leader of the Clan. Here are some pictures showing the leaders of the Clan in order. and here is the child who will lead the Clan someday: See any similarities? Yeah. I think I've made it official: The Clan will always pick the nicheling with the closest resemblance to Larkspur as their next deputy. That is why everyone looks so strikingly similar. And a new rule: Every kit born that looks like Larkspur will automatically receive the prefix Lark-. Okay nothing super interesting is going on in the tribe so I'll just show some recent screenshots Get out of the way, bluebird! (And that's a friendly bearyena, don't worry!) Little Dovekit (Dovebreeze) is definitely at risk. Good thing her family is here to protect her. The Fire and Ice twins and their friend are all grown up and ready to explore! That's all I got ^^1 point
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Lionstorm dies of old age. Hollowkit becomes the apprentice of Blackseed. Birdkit was made the apprentice of Redbreeze, and is now Birdember. Since the tribe needs females, Smalleaf reports to Cloudember, and cloudember reports to Shinetumble, that Blackseed--the only female of the tribe-- is looking for a mate, and if Shinetumble still wants her as his mate, she is willing to be so. Shinetumble runs as fast as he can to her (as he was quite far away, looking for a new female), but before he gets there, he becomes too old to have kits, and when he finally reaches Blackseed, he only has one day left. Hollowpaw becomes Hollowmoss. Duskstar enters his fourth life. Shinetumble dies due to old age. Since Blackseed is getting old, and the search for a wandering female is, so far, to no avail, Blackseed is inclined to have a kit with Birdember before she becomes an elder. Will Blackseed's final child be a girl, or will the tribe be subjected to eternal searching for a mate? Find out next time on: DUSKCLAN THREE BECAUSE I DIDN'T LIKE THE OTHER ONES1 point
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I agree. This is a great forum! It helps that there aren’t a gazillion members that cause trouble!1 point
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Thank you very much for liking it here and also thank you very much for helping us out and being that active and supportive Very much appreciated1 point
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1. OH YES IMMUNITY GENES WE AINT INBREEDING TONIGHT GET IN MY TRIBE 2.excuse me mr. bluebirb here is dinner 3.ok time to run bye bear hyenea man 4.depends on how big the island is, id usually wait for it 5.I love bearynea genes I always tame them1 point
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here is a nicheling I actually had today! she is moosestar, the leader of my tribe. she was a very secluded and mysterious nicheling, who was interested in bearyneas and their genes, causing her subjects to distrust her. after being attacked by a bearynea, she thought this was a sign her tribe was unwelcome on their current island, and they migrated to a new island, where she had 4 children with a yellow nicheling called petalbreeze. she actually didn't make one of her kids leader as she hated all of them, she made a random nicheling called redheart leader. so yeah, not the nicest leader ever, but she is very beautiful1 point
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1) I would eat them- oh wait that's not possible?? Oh okay I guess just u h ... y'know kill them off... 2) If I have enough food to go around AND they have really good genes or genes that I find desirable, then I'd keep them. Otherwise I'd usually just leave them for bluebirds or drown them... 3) I would rally up the adults and hit the bearyena once with each adult to ensure that the bearyena is hurt and that it has a shorter life span each day. I would obviously only use adults because I have three moves with them, I'd never use teens for this 4) Unless they like... move three tiles a day, I would bring them with! 5) Invite it in! Even if I don't need the genes it would still wander the island and kill things for my tribe and also fend off other bearyenas and stuff... Plus they give a nice bounty of free food ;))1 point
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Thanks! you are so kind! But dont worry yourself about that. My problem was that my computer couldn't support the game, but my dad's computer can. We planned it, and I may have the game by tomorrow!1 point
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She looks so cute! Those eyes looks slightly creepy, but that's perfect because I can make a face that look really creepy1 point
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No fair! You have a major head start to the challenge!! Lol but seriously, if you made her kids’ genes suck a little bit more, that would be me! all she needs is brown antlers, lean body, change the claw to nimble fingers, bring out the rec. green eyes and stinky tail, give her some bad eyesight and BOOM it’s bostonlobstah1 point