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} the gang is on herb patrol! thunderclan is welcome to have a small chat with them while they're busy!
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 filtered down through the trees, warm and golden, dappling the damp earth beneath their paws. It was a rare moment of stillness between storms, literal and otherwise, and Wavesong intended to make the most of it. Even now, with her belly round and her body beginning to tire easier than she liked to admit, the molly padded forward with a determined energy, her expression bright and her voice already stirring the silence. " Keep yer noses open, loves. " she called back with a soft chuckle, ears twitching at the faint flutter of a bird overhead. " Rainpaw, remind me again what borage looks like, Galepaw, ye too. Think of it as a pop quiz, aye? "
She slowed her pace, waiting for the apprentices to catch up beside her. Her striped tail flicked behind her, swishing low to the ground like a feathered banner. Her eyes gleamed with mischief and pride alike as she turned to Galepaw with a raised brow. " Borage helps with milk, mostly fer when kits come 'round, but it's good fer fevers too. " she offered, giving Galepaw a wink. " Thistle-like leaves, bluish flowers. Looks all cheerful even when everythin' else is wilting, y'know? "
Wavesong paused beside a patch of growing flowers, nosing it gently before glancing sideways, eyes instantly softening as she spotted Jinglemoon a few tail-lengths off. Her smile faltered just slightly. " Ye alright, bells? " she called gently, voice warm but quieted, carried on concern rather than cheer. " Don't go wanderin' off too far, now, I'll send Galepaw t'tie yer tail to mine if I've got to. " Her teasing was fond, but her gaze lingered a moment longer before returning to the task at paw. She couldn't help it. Jinglemoon had carried the weight of the clan on his shoulders for moons, and the strain still lived in the set of his eyes. Wavesong worried. Quietly, consistently.
If there was anyway she could help her friend, she would. Even if it was looking for herbs at the ThunderClan border. " There, Jinglebingle, isn't that a herb you could use? " she meowed, lifting a paw to point toward some willow leaf. She wasn't certain what it did anymore, but hopefully it could be of help.
Speech, thoughts/emphasis
rolled 1d3 = 2 success
willow leaf [ good for broken bones ]
ooc: wait for atleast jingle, rain or gale to post before tc posts!