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.
And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
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The sun basked on the cats of the river, its golden rays dancing over the ripples of the water like dragonflies spinning through the air. A sight of peace, most certainly... A sight Wavesong loved looking at, especially these days. There had been an itch in her heart she could not rid herself of... As if she were expecting something to go wrong. Terribly wrong. Her and Adderfang had clashed at times, but they had crawled together each night too, nuzzled close... She prayed that this too would pass.
There were no patrols that called her name anymore, not unless it were herb patrols she did herself. She was getting to the moment where she really needed to take it easy, for herself, for the kits. A puff of breath escaped her as she pulled herself free from her thoughts.
The bi-coloured molly padded slowly toward the riverbank, each step careful beneath the weight of her round belly. Her paws ached, and the kits in her belly seemed to be rehearsing battle drills, but she was determined. Her gaze swept the water's edge until she caught sight of the familiar shape nestled beside the reeds. Frostmoth.
A faint smile broke from her face, grateful she didn't have to search far too find the young deputy. He looked thoughtful. Tired, even. A sweep of her tail and she moved forward, toward the young tom. " Mind some company, Frosty? " she called gently, her tone light, but kind. She didn't wait for a yes, instead settling beside him with a soft grunt and a dramatic flop of her hips. " If I sit down any faster these days, I'll probably roll right into th' river. " A chuckle followed, brief but genuine. Her tail gave a lazy sweep, brushing the grass behind them.
For a moment, she didn't speak. The two just sat in silence, the sound of the river moving beside them like an old song. Then, finally, she spoke again. Her voice was softer this time, less playful. " Been a bit since th' whole mess at th' council... Seems like everythin's been stretched thin since. Nerves. Trust. " She glanced sideways at him. " How're ye holdin' up, love? " Her tone held no judgment, only care. Quiet, steady care. She watched his face, waited for his words, and stayed close, offering warmth that asked for nothing in return but truth.
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