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.
She told none but her brother where she was off to. A quiet vanishing, like frost melting into the undergrowth. By the time camp stirred, she would already be slipping between broken fences and encroaching upon twoleg gardens, her coat ghosting through beams of morning light.
Things were... complicated in ThunderClan. Best to let time do its work. She might have trouble regaining the sliver of trust she'd earned, but that was less concerning than finding her prey laced with something bitter—or waking to claws pressed to her throat.
She had only done what was asked of her. The herbs were safe. The wound had simply festered too long, was all. But of course, that wasn't something those fools could understand. Perhaps Serpentberry would have, if she weren't so tickled red over the theft of her precious herbs. Goodness! All that bluster over something she had plenty of. Stilldream had never known such selfishness.
Ah, well. She would give them the absence they desired. Stilldream wouldn't leave her brother alone for long, just enough time to let the dust settle.
The air here was different. Tainted with monster smog and stone. Stilldream's paws scraped over cracked twoleg paths, past wooden fences and towering dens, weaving through overgrown veins of green.
She found a hole in one fence and slipped through, wincing as her delicate ears caught on a splintered edge. But on the other side, wild things bloomed in disarray—green life spilling out in unruly bursts. Curling vines and flowering stalks, many unfamiliar, but several scents tugged at her memory.
She recognized some—a patch of bushel of small white flowers caught her eye first. The she-cat dipped her nose among the stems, unhurriedly enjoying their sweet scent, brushing through them as she gathered cuttings and tucked them into the silk of her tail.
Things were... complicated in ThunderClan. Best to let time do its work. She might have trouble regaining the sliver of trust she'd earned, but that was less concerning than finding her prey laced with something bitter—or waking to claws pressed to her throat.
She had only done what was asked of her. The herbs were safe. The wound had simply festered too long, was all. But of course, that wasn't something those fools could understand. Perhaps Serpentberry would have, if she weren't so tickled red over the theft of her precious herbs. Goodness! All that bluster over something she had plenty of. Stilldream had never known such selfishness.
Ah, well. She would give them the absence they desired. Stilldream wouldn't leave her brother alone for long, just enough time to let the dust settle.
The air here was different. Tainted with monster smog and stone. Stilldream's paws scraped over cracked twoleg paths, past wooden fences and towering dens, weaving through overgrown veins of green.
She found a hole in one fence and slipped through, wincing as her delicate ears caught on a splintered edge. But on the other side, wild things bloomed in disarray—green life spilling out in unruly bursts. Curling vines and flowering stalks, many unfamiliar, but several scents tugged at her memory.
She recognized some—a patch of bushel of small white flowers caught her eye first. The she-cat dipped her nose among the stems, unhurriedly enjoying their sweet scent, brushing through them as she gathered cuttings and tucked them into the silk of her tail.
Coin Flip for Success: Heads → Travel → Chamomile
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OOC: — @Liberty
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