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.

TW: Sensitive Content Open Camp are you gonna bark or bite — strange newcomer...?

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
BENGT

BENGT

WIPE THE SYSTEM
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trigger warning Mild descriptions of major eye injury and blood.

Miraculously, Meadowpaw had not turned Bengt away the moment he opened his maw. She is truly a saint, for she had given an inch, and he is taking a mile, and yet she had seemed glad to give him her all. But that is the art of survival—the circumstances had not been in his favor, so he had to turn them around somehow.

He thinks that the hope of getting through this is what's keeping him on his feet. That, and the cobwebs that Meadowpaw had applied. They have probably become one with the left side of his face by this point, stained crimson just like large slash that has taken the place of that eye, but they are getting the job done anyway. WindClan this, camp that... Meadowpaw had mentioned something along those lines. For what it's worth, Bengt had paid attention, but newfound adrenaline only gets him so far. He is crashing and burning right now; this place is his sanctuary where he can do so safely.

Bengt all but drags himself through the entrance that his little savior had pointed him towards. He is on all four of his feet, but his movements are languid and slowing down by the second. His head, normally raised proudly, is hung now—it feels heavy, his brain swimming with pain. It's surely rude, but he cannot be bothered to stop for idle chit-chat. He feels the curious eyes burrowing into his frame and he hears the hushed whispers about him. Truly, he's used to this.

He doesn't really care about it all right now. His remaining eye is set on following Meadowpaw into a den, where he is promptly going to pass out in. Perfect.

Takes place after this thread
Coming into camp with @Meadowpaw but no need to wait!
He is going into the medicine cat den and collapsing there, so good luck trying to talk to him LMAO
 
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Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.
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Tagging @Meadowpaw
"Meadowpaw!" Hollowmumble jolted to her feet at the sight of the stranger and blood, scrabbling against the dirt to run over to the medicine cat apprentice. She looked her up and down to check for injury, before looking at the stranger hobbling, practically dragging himself in the direction of the medicine den. The stranger was horribly injured and probably in much pain, no wonder Meadowpaw brought him back. It looked bad, even if she could only see the red cobwebs and not the injury itself.

Hollowmumble didn't approach him to help, but stayed steady at Meadowpaw's side, padding along with them. "What happened?" she asked, worry clear on her face. It wasn't the first time they came across injured strangers. This probably wasn't even the hundreth. Back when they were where they belonged, the barn, strangers always stumbled in or were invited to be taken care of, just as she herself was a long, long time ago. She didn't want the 'clan' life and rules to change that.

 


The sound of her name rose him to attention in only a moment; once sprawled out in the grass, enjoying a day of rest and lounging, Peafowlpaw now flopped onto his side and stood: shaking his pelt clean of pollen and grass to follow after Hollowmumble. What was initially a younger sibling's desire to greet his kin immediately turned to a glare of distaste. Who was this big cat with his sister? The apprentice grew more protective with each inch taller he became.

It didn't take more than a few cat lengths for his incoming hostility to shift into genuine concern. The stranger was hurt, but by what? He didn't remember any mention of threats around their territory, but Meadowpaw was kind. The cat needed help, and she was there. They'd surely follow suit: it was simply how WindClan did things.
"I can offer a shoulder." He adds on, frowning faintly as he finishes the last stretch of his trek through the grass.


Hold on tight ∅ My compass is curiosity
  • "speech" thoughts
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  • peafowlpaw he/him, windclan, nine moons.
    ∅ long haired blue smoke chimera with bright amber yellow eyes
    comically large, fluffy ears and a long tail with black striped markings
    maine coon genetics: large for an apprentice
    ∅ mentored by maremane
    ∅ adopted brother of nutmegpurr & meadowpaw
    ∅ views barncats as family
    ∅ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ∅ penned by idola
 
—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦


His absent conversation with another clanmate ended with his voice trailing off, concern knit on his face. "Aye, sorry there, 'm just... Do y'all smell that?" Green eyes narrowed as his face wrinkled in confusion. "That ain't no figment 'f my imagination I smell a damn rouge." His tail lashed, but his blood ran cold as he heard Hollow call out Meadow's name from across camp.

The tortie raced to his feet, muttering an apology to the other as he stormed across the camp, heart in his throat. But, for all of Merry's fear, it seemed unfounded.

A loner was there, that was for sure. He could tell the smell of a non-clan cat from a mile away by then. But where he feared for Meadowpaw being injured, it seemed the stranger instead was. She had brought him here for help. He sighed, but straightened up quickly as a chill ran down his spine.

Remembering the words of the strange tom, eyes flickering about the place, Merry stepped back tentatively. Hollow was there; she was a strong cat, and he would make himself useful, too. Meadow had him stabilised, maybe some food would help, and he could get to the bottom of what had happened.

He trudged away for just a moment, delicately retrieving a small bird of some sort, returning to the den when the cat seemed to be settled with wary paws. Looking around again, as if he would be able to spot the apparition around, he dropped the bird at the strangers paws, eyes flickering between him and Meadow.

"Aye, tell us yer story, that don't happen fer nothin'." He clicked his tongue, trying to think his words through carefully. "If there's somethin' out there that did that to ya, we gotta keep the look out fer it in case it followed ya'."

The last thing Merry wanted was some feral cat to burst into their clan wanting to seek revenge, or worse, even if it was some beast that couldn't be reasoned with. He glanced at Meadowpaw and gave her a small smile. "'nd if ya' need anythin' to be fetched fer ya' to help- Uh, this fella, just give a shout."

He realised he hadn't asked the stranger's name, but already having asked what had happened first, he didn't want to overload him with questions. The same with Meadowpaw, she hadn't seemed to have come back with a warrior, wondering if maybe she had disobeyed one of Dustystar's few rules. Then again, he wouldn't bring it up to her, not yet.

— And it's harder than you think,
Telling dreams from one another. —
  • Merrystalk
    ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 29 Moons
    ✦—He/Him
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
    #9D6E46
 

Thankfully, he manages to make it to camp—with no thanks to her. She's useless. A limp shadow at his side, unable to be the crutch he needs. Her eyes never leave him. Every stagger, every falter in his step makes her heart lurch, as if she could hope to catch him. No, more likely to be buried beneath his mass for even trying, but she can't help it.

When the familiar gorse walls of their camp come into view, a sob nearly wrings from her throat. Relief and dread tangle together. "I'm okay!" She mews, hoping to quell her clanmates' worries. She knows what it must look like. Paws stained with blood and a wounded stranger at her side. "I-I found him in the grass. I did what I could, but he's still lost a lot of blood." They won't be happy with her for leaving camp on her own. There may well be consequences for ignoring Dustystar's wishes, but that isn't something she can spare any thought toward now.

Peafowlpaw offers to help, and she's quick to accept on the toms' behalf. "Y-yes, help him to a nest if you can."

Merrystalk's questions are reasonable, but she can't help but shoot him an irritated look. "Can't that wait? He walked the whole way here without much help from me, and as you can see, he's very hurt." Now is not the time for all that. She could read the exhaustion on him. He's pushed far past his limits, and with the blood loss she fears what ramifications that might have on his already stressed body.

She feels a twinge of guilt for being so short with Merrystalk. It probably won't help things with him, but right now her priority is with the hurt stranger. "Please go tell Goldenroar or Dustystar what's happened." Normally, she wouldn't dream of telling her clanmates to do anything, but she can't be in two places at once. Plus, Meadowpaw would really rather Merry not get back to bombarding the injured tom with questions.

She slips into the medicine den ahead, parting the grass so the injured tom and Peafowlpaw can enter first. Her stomach twists, twine knotting together, pulling tighter and tighter. Now it is time to do her part, without Gladebloom to guide her. Meadowpaw doesn't know if she can even help him as it stands, but she will try, she has to, she must.

Once he's eased into a nest, the apprentice sets her sights on the alcoves, struggling to detangle the knot in her stomach. Cobwebs won't be enough. The wound needs to be cleaned and kept from festering. Cleaning the wound first. More cobwebs in case it bleeds again. That's where she starts. Meadowpaw frantically darts from one hollow to the next, gathering supplies.

______________I believe that there is a courage ✿ but its burnin' like ash in the wind_____________
  • "speech" - thoughts
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  • Meadow she/her & windclan
    ✿ Three-legged black and red tortoiseshell with green eyes.
    ✿ A light crisp-sounding voice
    ✿ Loves flowers and always has some woven into her fur
    ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. All others DM.
    ✿ Fur smells floral and mildly sweet.

    penned by Scarlet​
 
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Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.
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Tagging @Meadowpaw
Hollowmumble hesitated outside the medicine den, paws faltering as she stared at the grass ahead, listening to the movement and talking inside. She didn't want to overcrowd the den, with the injured stranger, Peafowlpaw, and Meadowpaw inside, but... it was so recent, losing Meadowpaw's mentor. She was struggling so much with it, and Hollowmumble wanted to help in any way she could, even if that was just standing there to provide support. Glancing around camp, she felt anxiety prickle at her paws, forcing her to take a few steps forward into the den to feel more hidden from all of the eyes watching.

It felt wrong, the way everyone reacted to the stranger entering camp. Defensive eyes, fur prickled and distrustful. It was like they didn't even remember where they came from. A barn cat would never treat outsiders like this. They didn't react that way to Hollow when Merrystalk brought her in, staving, cold and alone. It was wrong. She shook the thought away, and focused on the present.

Meadowpaw was scrambling from one alcove to another, gathering things quickly. Hollowmumble padded past the injured cat, and came up to Meadowpaw's side, pressing her pelt against hers for a moment in an attempt at comfort. "What do you need, Meadowpaw? I can try my best to help you, if you want it." The apprentice looks scattered, anxious and shaky. Hollowmumble hopes her presence and the offer of help will at least calm her down a little. "Slow down. He has time. Think about what we need."


 
—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦


Merrystalk nodded with what Meadow said, he wasn't planning to push specifics on how she found him, she was under enough stress as it was, and he just needed the basics to bring to Dusty to keep everyone up to speed.

Though Meadowpaw snapping at him made him pause, he didn't react, but he bit his tongue. He was trying to gauge the situation, if something dangerous was out there, he needed to send an emergency patrol to keep the camp safe from intruders. But he didn't push it. She was under stress, way too much, and Starclan knows there was always one cat someone needed to take that out on.

He let out a breath, nodding quietly, bumping his head against Hollow's shoulder as he turned around. He opened his mouth to speak, but words died on his tongue; he doubted anything he could say - even to his best friend - would be much help. Instead, he just opted to agree with what Meadow asked, Goldy should still be in camp, and he would fill him in first.

His mind already wandered to the moors, where he planned to bring cats with him out there, but suddenly it felt rather unappealing. Instead of a patrol, he would stand scout, keep an eye out for movement out there. Just in case. The tom ducked out of the den without another word, the dove left tucked before the stranger as one offering before being abruptly shooed out.

— And it's harder than you think,
Telling dreams from one another. —
  • Merrystalk
    ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 29 Moons
    ✦—He/Him
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
    #9D6E46
 

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar catches a brown pelt leaving the medicine den just as she exits her own. "Merrystalk!" She calls, trotting forward to meet her guard. "Is everything alright? I smell blood." Iron scent filled the air. Far too much to be from the fresh kill pile alone.

indentStill, if a clan member had been grievously injured, everyone gathered at camp was being awfully casual about it. There were puffed coats and wary eyes, but not the panic and horror Dustystar would have expected. Curious, she leans around Merrystalk, peering into the mouth of the medicine den. It's certainly the source of the bloody scent. She can smell it more strongly, here. Through the narrow entrance to the burrow, she can spot a sleek, black coat that must belong to Hollowmumble, an Meadwpaw's soft calico, along with golden fur she can't recognize.

indentAt first, Dustystar thinks it must be Goldrenroar, awaiting treatment in the den. But as she squints her working eye, taking a closer look, she notices dark brown stripes that couldn't belong to her deputy. Her brows furrow. "Merrystalk, who is that?"

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader


 
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