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 I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN
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Trigger Warning For Injuries/Blood!
The slope into camp was slick with last nights rain, but Wolfpack didn't slow– just dug his claws into the slick mud as he began to slide, letting them snag on the sticks and rocks and pine needles that were in place to help ease a cats descent into the hollow. His legs were already caked in mud from the run back to camp anyways, Marbleshines blood smeared across his shoulders like war paint. Her injuries overlooked his own– a shallow tear above one eye and stinging of lines across his flank.
He hardly even felt them, too distracted by the sticky warmth of her blood matting his fur as he did his best to keep her balanced on his back. He'd tried to find something to use to slow it– cobwebs, like she'd said– but a cursory glance had offered him nothing and he wasn't sure how much time he had to spare on it. Between treating her himself, and risking the rush back to Cicada, he knew which one he had to bet his luck on.
He hit the ground of the camp hard, spraying grit and muck underpaw and not sparing a single glance at any of the heads that turned in his direction to complain or watch. "Cicadabuzz!" he called, not breaking his stride as he rushed toward the healers den. "There's been a fox attack."
The slope into camp was slick with last nights rain, but Wolfpack didn't slow– just dug his claws into the slick mud as he began to slide, letting them snag on the sticks and rocks and pine needles that were in place to help ease a cats descent into the hollow. His legs were already caked in mud from the run back to camp anyways, Marbleshines blood smeared across his shoulders like war paint. Her injuries overlooked his own– a shallow tear above one eye and stinging of lines across his flank.
He hardly even felt them, too distracted by the sticky warmth of her blood matting his fur as he did his best to keep her balanced on his back. He'd tried to find something to use to slow it– cobwebs, like she'd said– but a cursory glance had offered him nothing and he wasn't sure how much time he had to spare on it. Between treating her himself, and risking the rush back to Cicada, he knew which one he had to bet his luck on.
He hit the ground of the camp hard, spraying grit and muck underpaw and not sparing a single glance at any of the heads that turned in his direction to complain or watch. "Cicadabuzz!" he called, not breaking his stride as he rushed toward the healers den. "There's been a fox attack."
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ooc : — @Marbleshine @cicadabuzz !! Wolfpack's injuries are fairly minor - he got clipped on the face right above his eye, and on the flank! Fox retreated after Wolf got a very lucky claw in it's eye.
- shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars
