Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished! It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.

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Week of Jul 12, 2025

just this and that [ gifts + intro ]


Bunnykit's haul is big enough. At least she thinks so until Lotuskit pipes up to ask Honeycombkit if she can handle her own gathering. To the young kit's chagrin, when she turns to glance at her other littermate, she has been outdone by the other; they both have. It had been Lotuskit's idea to do this and Bunnykit had agreed for two primary reasons: because she likes pretty things and gifts, and because she wants to make sure she looks good in front of her mother and father. How many other kits were gathering bouquets like these for their parents? Surely it is just Bunnykit and her sisters who have such heartfelt sentimentality! Still, Bunnykit cannot help but to feel competitive about the gathering.

"If you drop it, it'll just end up getting all dirty...! That'd be gross," Bunnykit remarks, placing her own bundle of flowers and pretty green stems at her paws (daintily, of course) to help Honeycombkit with her larger bundle. She barely has time to begin to support Honeycombkit's gift before Lotuskit is asking if she's 'ready' and then turning without waiting to hear an answer. She huffs, stomping a small paw in indignation, but ultimately following Lotuskit's charge. She picks up her small bouquet of yellow and orange wildflowers, interspersed with tall and short grasses and fronds of... some sort. Thankfully they aren't really traveling, per se.

Bunnykit follows shortly after Lotuskit with Honeycombkit in tow. She's only a little twinged that her sister presents her gift first, but she does suppose that she had been the one to propose the idea. "Hiii Mom and Dad," Bunnykit chirps joyfully, bouncing toward them and placing her own bounty in front of Sweetnose's paws. "And I made this for you," she smiles up at her father, seeking approval. "And Lotuskit is right, you guys can both share the pretty stuff." Bunnykit nods excitedly, thinking of how they might be able to decorate their area of the nursery with the flowers, too.

YOU'LL NEVER MAKE THE PLACE ☆ BUT DO YOU EVEN RUN THE RACE?
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  • maybe one day ill put a ref here idk OOOHH JUMPSCARE u owe me 5fk now
  • BUNNYKIT she/her, windclanner, two moons.
    ☆ SH chocolate sepia point with amber eyes.
    ☆ mentored by none / mentoring no one
    ☆ sweetnose x honeyflower, sister to honeycombkit and lotuskit
    ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking
    ☆ penned by carat! (ccaarraatt on discord), feel free to dm for plots.

Week of Jul 5, 2025

better days || returning with injured [open]

In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness and you fill my head with you

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It hurt. Stars, it hurt so much. Marbleshine drifted between the pull of unconsciousness and the sting of reality, caught in a haze thick with pain. Every breath burned, every heartbeat throbbed through her wounds like a drumbeat of agony. She wanted to let the darkness take her, to sink into its embrace where there was no more hurting… but she couldn't. She had to hold on, for them. So they wouldn't worry. So they wouldn't see how close she was to breaking.

A voice cut through the buzz of her fading focus. Familiar. Fierce. Sealpaw. Marbleshine blinked slowly, eyes sluggishly dragging toward the sound. The young apprentice stood there, so bright, so strong, so full of fire. Her heart ached with love and pride and a wash of doubt. Have I done right by you...? Can you still be proud of me? Do I even deserve to be called your-- The word withered before it fully formed. She didn't have the right to call herself that. Not yet. Not if she kept failing... But wait.. Hadn't the word slipped from Sealpaw herself...?

She heard Sealpaw's voice rise in alarm, screaming to Wolfpack. Marbleshine wanted to reassure her, to say I'm okay, it's not that bad. But all she managed was a faint, pained groan, barely a whisper against the storm in her chest. Then another voice. One she knew just as deeply. Possumgrin. He reached them with a choked sound, pain raw in his throat. Her bloodied cheek pressed against Wolfpack's fur again as her eyes slid shut briefly. Safe. She was safe. And they were here. They were all here.

More shouting. She wanted to tell them not to fight, no need to yell, not now, not like this. Everything was too loud, too sharp, her body ached with every step. But then they were moving again, and the camp fell away behind them. The cool shade of the medicine den wrapped around her like a shadow, and-- " Seal… " The name slipped from her lips in a gasp, like a prayer. She couldn't see her anymore. Wolfpack didn't slow. Sealpaw hadn't followed. Please don't be angry. Please don't cry.

Possumgrin. Her gaze found him again, just barely. He looked scared. So scared. She mustered what strength she had left, forcing a faint, warm blink. A flicker of reassurance through all the pain. " I… will be okay… " she breathed out, the words barely audible.

And then Wolfpack lowered her from his back. The instant she hit the nest, the weight of her injuries crashed down like a landslide. Her body screamed. The pain was blinding. A strangled cry tore from her throat as tears welled in her eyes again, hot and helpless. But even through the pain, she clung to one truth: They were here. She wasn't alone. And somehow… that was enough.
Speech, thoughts/emphasis


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Week of Jun 28, 2025

Had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead ❄️ Flower picking

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦


The last few days, more than a few really. It had all weighed heavily on Stoatpaw. In the wake of the heist, her punishment, everything in between and after. It all had been far too much to process. She had hardly even registered Fleapaw's injury. So she did all she was able to in the aftermath of her pushiment; wander the land, the territory, in search of flowers and plants.

It was warm that day, Greenleaf was rapidly approaching, and Stoatpaw would likely be stuck in the sticky, humid pocosin. She loved her home, the rich and comforting earthiness of the air, the ponds and creeks with bountiful plants and prey. It had raised her, cared for her. And while she was nowhere near as knowledgeable about herbs as the medicine cats or even Fleapaw, she saw the beauty in all the plants and flowers the pocosin rewarded the clan with. Taking plants is a delicate thing; it's something she pondered to herself as her eyes landed on a patch of daisies, delicately plucking both flowers and leaves.

She tucked just a few sprigs into her coat, delicate white petals melding with her tail, only the bright yellow centres and vibrant green leaves could be seen otherwise. It was hard to say where the petals began and her fur ended, but that was of no matter. Stoatpaw muttered a thank you to no one in particular; she knew better than to take more than needed. It was a delicate balance between what was wanted and what was greedy. To take too many leaves leaves none for other cats, but also stops them from repopulating. To pluck every last sprig would stop anyone from having daisies in the future, and that was a foolish endeavour.

Stoatpaw tried to make a mental note of the plants she had delicately tucked beside her nest. They were sparse for now, so she had plenty of work to do, and the only flowers she had found were the delicate pink ones she had found at Fourtrees. A watery smile appeared upon her face. She knew it would be risky to return there again, especially now that she had been barred from leaving Shadowclan territory. It was in part why she followed the rules so diligently. She wouldn't let slip her upset, her indignation.

Obedience was the key to being overlooked; she had learned it a long time ago. But this time, she would use it to her own advantage

——— While you were sleeping,
Everything changed at once. ———
  • 𖧧 1d3 Roll: 2 - Success
    𖧧 1d7 Roll: 7 - Travel
    𖧧 Herb Found - Daisy Leaf

    Note: Like the wandering thread, these are stores for something else so don't worry I'll be sorting these :] Im also gonna be posting over and over like Flea thread but anyone can join getting plants and flowers for stoat!!!
  • Stoatpaw
    ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 9 Moons
    ✦—She/Her
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
    ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
    #96d5f1/#50BBF0
    ⤷ Written by Phoenix ☀️​

Week of Jun 21, 2025

CHAOS ASSEMBLY — COUNCIL MEETING


✦Pineheart lays still in his temporary medicine den nest and listens quietly as the younger ones squabble, all of them like kits in his eyes. Apologies… regret… too little too late. He drags his large form out of his nest, stooping slightly under the roof, and looks down at them all. What a sorry sight they all are, himself included, no doubt.

He addresses Pikestar first, tone even.

"I agree with Frostmoth– you made a mistake sending Jinglemoon and Rainpaw back to camp. You couldn't have known they'd attack our camp, but you should've known better than to let such vital members of our clan out of our sight while we were under attack."

He looks around again, for a moment. "It's like I told that big bastard from Shadowclan. Leniency is not inaction. It is not a weakness either. If we all went around attacking anyone that crossed the border, we'd eradicate each other within a moon. We'd be no better than wild dogs. However, taking advantage of leniency– that is a move of the weak indeed. A coward's play."

He looks towards Frostmoth, giving him a nod, "I agree. Allies are needed, or at the least, warnings. Tell them to be wary of Shadowclan, to not show them leniency nor mercy, to doubt their words. Rats will be rats. If we can turn the other clans against Shadowclan, they will hesitate to try anything like this again. I… have been ordered to rest. And I wish to honor Jinglemoon's advice," he shoots Adderfang a glance, not angry, but more of a get it together sort of look. "So I won't be making any long journeys right now. But I can come with the herb patrols, keep them safe in case Shadowclan tries anything again."


haven't had a dream in a long time
see, the life i've had could make a good man go bad
  • ooc: -
  • PINE, - 49 moons / riverclan + warrior
    large brown tabby town
    adopted guardian of Torrentpaw and Squidpaw / future mentor to Torrentpaw
    healing and peaceful powerplay allowed
    Click to expand...

Week of Jun 14, 2025

the legend of chavo guerrero // sparring session


✦ When Pineheart had originally thought of this idea, it had seemed… good. He's much too big to spar with Torrentpaw, it wouldn't be fair or teach him anything he didn't know already. But actually finding someone to spar with him had been a hurdle in itself. After pondering it for about three minutes he'd decided to just ask the first person he happened to see, which happened to be– Pike. Unfortunately. Then he spotted Peachtrot. They both agreed to bring their apprentices with them to the ash glad tomorrow around sun high.

So Pineheart makes sure to get there early with Torrentpaw to give him a few quick pointers. He speaks to him in a hushed tone, like the others are already there listening.

"– And don't rush into it. Take a few moments to observe your opponent first, like you do with prey. Observe, and wait for your moment." He gracefully elects to not share that he had, in fact, rushed head first into battle just a few days earlier. That was different, though. He had to help Adder. "This isn't a real battle, it's only for training, so take your time. Got it?"

He looks up as he hears rustling at the edge of the clearing, and nods in acknowledgment as they're joined by the other members of this sparring session.

"Let's see…" he says, looking at the three apprentices. "Torrent and Twinkle, you two go first. No claws. Let's not give Jinglemoon any more trouble than he's already got, alright?" He shoots Torrent a look, then, "whenever you're ready."



haven't had a dream in a long time
see, the life i've had could make a good man go bad
  • ooc: @Peachtrot @Twinkletuft @PIKESTAR @Iciclepaw Sorry i totally did NOT forget about this thread.
    below r some loose sparring rules you could use, but feel to discuss it ooc instead!
    choose hp for ur kitty (40-60hp range seems good for pprentices, depending on their size/strength) and roll a d10 or less for damage! No claws ya little scamps. get to 25hp and ur out.
  • PINE, - 49 moons / riverclan + warrior
    large brown tabby town
    mentor to Torrentpaw
    healing and peaceful powerplay allowed
    Click to expand...

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