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.
Serpentberry does not bother to think if she is a good mother or not - she is better than nothing, and sure, her kittens may be rowdy and rambunctious, but that doesn't mean they aren't fed, loved, and housed by her. The molly doesn't even have an inkling of the piss poor thought as she hoists them to the paws of another and leaves, striding out of the camp without a glance backwards. In fact, she's so great at this mothering thing, that she needs a damn break from it. And no one will tell her she can't do that. Well - maybe Magnoliapeak, but she won't listen to a thing that poison tongued warrior has to say.
She wanders the woodlands without a care, her tail flicking against overturned snow to peer at whatever plantlife may hide there. Leafbare is notorious for having next to nothing to scrounge from - but what she can find is usually hardy and useful. Her paws clip the edge of the thunderpath before she knows it, her eyebrows knitting together. Had she already wandered that far? She must've been lost in thought, thinking about her kits despite wanting time away from them, thinking about the Clan, and Thornstar, and Juniperstar...
A flash of too-many-colors jostles the undergrowth on the other side. Serpentberry remains steady on her paws as she looks on. She calls out, "Hello?" at the earliest convenience, not too eager to be taken by surprise.
