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.
Frostmoth and his sister had been born as shipcats. They'd been raised on a diet of fish scraps- and scraps was a minimal way of putting the abundance of fish he and Stormswirl had been freely given- and in close proximity to the beaches. The shipyard had come later, after the twolegs had sold off their boat and moved elsewhere. He and Stormswirl, like many of their clanmates at the time, had suffered hunger because of the riptides and difficulty of ocean fishing. However, there had been a mainstay in many beach diets and activities: shelling and hunting for mollusks.
Here in the rainforest, RiverClan's territory is lacking in the same population of clams and conchs. Instead, freshwater mussels populate the sandy bottoms of the fast-moving tributaries and streams. While the shells on the beach had been vibrant and easy to spot, these shells prove to provide a challenge. Their grey-brown hues are hard to spot through the moving water, especially against a palette of gravel and sand. Still, he remembers what Adderfang had shown him not that long ago: to submerge oneself completely and fish at the bottom of the water.
And Frostmoth does just that. His success rate is somewhat shoddy. He manages to bring one up maybe half of the times that he splashes beneath the surface, but his pile has grown from three to four to five in no time. The deputy decides to take a break from the diving- partially because it feels like his ears are about to fill with water- and brings himself to the shore. There, he finds himself a decently sized river rock and aims a swift blow between the shell of the mollusk and the hard top edge of the stone.
It cracks open nicely, and Frostmoth cracks a smile. With some additional effort, he manages to pry the shell the rest of the way open. Inside, there's both a tasty morsel of fishy-smelling meat (this, he thinks, Hazecloud or one of her kits might like) and a pearl! He gingerly peels the pearl away from the meat inside, and sets them apart before picking up another mussel to repeat the process all over again.
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★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 20 moons
— penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
— longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
— peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
- penned by carat!
