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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The thunderpath was quiet that morning. No monsters yet, just the baked stench of old tar curling under the heat of the sun. Wolfpack padded to the edge of it with a steady gait, eyes flicking across the flat stone stretch and toward the golden rise of Windclan territory beyond. Long grass, warm wind, rolling hills. It always looked a little too clean to him. Too exposed.
"This is the thunderpath. It's quiet today, but the monsters that run on it will crush a cat beneath them without even stopping to wipe their paws." It was a grim ending. Worse if you survived. Often a cat was never the same, their body ruined to the point where they were forced to scavenge or depend on the kindness of others. "Lucky for us, they don't usually tend to leave these paths of theirs unless they're ready to die."
Like the one he'd been born in, or the one lodged in the tree not far from their current location. . "This one wraps around our territory, and acts as a divider between us and the other clans."" he explained, tail giving a relaxed flick despite the watch he had on his surroundings. "Windclans on the other side here. We're on good standing thanks to Sablestar having kin there, but don't let that trick you into thinking they wouldn't unsheathe their claws if they saw reason to."
Eyes of dusk and ocean flicked sideways, not unkind as they settled on the young tortoiseshell. " Friendliness isn't the same as loyalty, and most cats will side with their own during times of pressure."
Drought. Limited prey. Lost territory. There was a myriad of things that could change their standing with the group. That could turn a happy, friendly neighbour into a nightmare.
But that was for another time. Today, things were good and the peace between them held.
"Here. Tell mere what you smell." he instructed, jerking his chin in the direction of the fields across the road. Would she be able to taste the fields beyond the tar? Sense the approach of the Windclanners that were just beyond the hill?
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ooc : — just a chill lil border patrol where Wolf teaches his apprentice a bit about Windclan. This is technically retro to a few weeks ago (because I've been slacking) :) speaking to @cloudberrypaw but no need to wait!
- shadowclan deputy - male - mentoring Cloudberrypaw - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars