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.
Copperstorm
and in the storm of life, there was you
and in the storm of life, there was you
ThunderClan
You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU
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The forest was quiet, save for the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft crunch of paws against damp earth. Copperstorm moved steadily, his gaze sweeping the undergrowth, ears pricked for signs of anything amiss. Boarpaw padded beside him, still growing into his large paws, still rough around the edges, but steady in a way that made Copperstorm proud. It was strange, in a way. Being here. Doing something so normal as patrolling borders when everything inside him felt like it was shifting.
His golden eyes flicked briefly to the sky, grey and overcast, then drifted down to the young tom beside him. Boarpaw wasn't blood, but he didn't have to be. There was something in the way he looked out for the younger kits, the quiet way he leaned into Copperstorm's presence when he thought no one noticed. Something that made Copperstorm's chest tighten with a kind of fragile hope. But that hope came with fear. It always did. He couldn't stop thinking about ShadowClan. About the black mark it left on his past... And the cat still tethered to it. Coalstrike. His father.
Now that they were caring for the kits…Three little lives depending on them... Copperstorm couldn't shake the worry that somehow, somehow, Coalstrike might find out. That he'd come sniffing around, looking to twist something innocent into something he could control. The thought made his muscles tense, claws itching to unsheathe. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't. Not to these kits. Not to Boarpaw.
His thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of running water ahead, the quiet, ever-present song of the river. Copperstorm blinked, realizing where they were. RiverClan border. He slowed his pace slightly, flicking his tail to signal Boarpaw to stop. The reeds swayed gently nearby, and the scent of fish was fresh but fading. No signs of recent crossing. " We're at RiverClan's edge now. " he said quietly, gaze scanning the waterline.
" You're doing well out here. Better than some warriors I've patrolled with. " Then, after a moment, he looked out across the river again. The worry didn't leave his eyes, but his voice stayed steady.
" Just remember... borders aren't just lines. They're promises. To protect what's on this side. And to keep what shouldn't cross... out. "
Speech, thoughts/emphasis