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.
{$title} Brightpetal and Hyacinthrain found some twoleg clothing left in the snow!
He had sent ThunderClan cats out here, there, and everywhere until eventually, it was just him and Hyacinthrain left to venture into the oakland territory alone. To him, it didn't feel any different than going out to explore with an old friend, for despite the distance between them since their father's death, Brightpetal did like Hyacinth. Their presence was gentle and hopeful, even if now, that softness had been replaced with trepidation. It was as if they were walking on a frozen river or a light branch, simply expecting it to snap because it was their paws that dared disturb it.
Still, the conversation had been light for the most part, despite what the new Deputy may have expected. Light snowfall dusted his ruffled pelt with white as he passed bare oaks, a smile upon his maw. On occasion, his tongue would flicker out like a snake's, catching whatever snowflakes they could, casting side-eye glances to Hya to make sure they were paying attention to their antics. On one such look, their paw grazed against something half-buried within the snow. Shooting their gaze downwards, they brushed away the slush until he revealed something dark and vaguely worm-shaped. Within a mount, another one stuck out like a flagpole as if frozen during the night. Yellow eyes blinked in amazement. The snow and subsequent melting had washed away most scents from the strange furs and oddly-shaped pelts, leaving behind traces of mildew as he breathed it in.
"What... are these?" He half-asked the sky, half-asked his companion. Brightpetal trotted closer, noting the way the snow seemed to hide lumpy things beneath it in other locations too. "It's like a whole... I dunno, grave for them.... they weren't alive, were they?" Peeking his head towards the first object he'd found, Brightpetal noticed a hollow section, placing his paw into it, he stared in fascination as the creature appeared to have no insides, nothing but a hollowed-out shell of whatever came before it. Lifting his limb up, the sock got caught on his dewclaw, causing him to shake it off in disgust.
Swivelled ears twisted and turned until eventually, he forced a smile upon his muzzle again. "D'you think we should bring them back to the clan? It's just like having a feather in your nest, right?" A stinky, mouldy feather, but there were those in ThunderClan who might appreciate that.
@hyacinthrain