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.
Despite her tenure in Windclan, Nutmeg feels so utterly and sorely out of place. Too sharp in places that require her to be soft, too afraid in places that required vulnerability. The fear of it all so often makes her flee that shes certain its all shes good for by now and the thought makes her want to... She's not sure, really. All she knows is that she rises from the recently-dreaming cats around her and runs far, far away.
I'll find my place someday. She blinks back tears as she runs away from her responsibilities in the morning and the heavy expectations she feels on her shoulders (and in the dark, she spots her mother curled away from most cats; disappointed anger ignites in her chest). She's not quite sure where shes going as the moonlight illuminates the land, but she has to go somewhere, anywhere other than camp. Her paws carry her to the gorge, which whom she finds...
"Merrystalk." her voice is tinged with shock around the edges; she wasn't sure she'd see anyone out tonight, nonetheless a fellow council member. She draws to a gentle stop, brows raised in surprise. The rushing of the gorge below brings her out of her stupor after a few heartbeats, ears swiveling around as she cautiously skirts around him and towards the edge, but not close enough to fall. Below, in the moonlight, she can see the swirling waters...
... What meant to be a relaxing run, a fleeing get away, only makes her nose wrinkle in anger, stewing on each and every emotion she has felt in the past moon. She doesn't like it.
Her tail flicks behind her, an unwilled sigh bubbling up and past her lips. "Why are you up?" it sounds more like an accusation, but she means it, desperate for any sort of interaction at this point.
I'll find my place someday. She blinks back tears as she runs away from her responsibilities in the morning and the heavy expectations she feels on her shoulders (and in the dark, she spots her mother curled away from most cats; disappointed anger ignites in her chest). She's not quite sure where shes going as the moonlight illuminates the land, but she has to go somewhere, anywhere other than camp. Her paws carry her to the gorge, which whom she finds...
"Merrystalk." her voice is tinged with shock around the edges; she wasn't sure she'd see anyone out tonight, nonetheless a fellow council member. She draws to a gentle stop, brows raised in surprise. The rushing of the gorge below brings her out of her stupor after a few heartbeats, ears swiveling around as she cautiously skirts around him and towards the edge, but not close enough to fall. Below, in the moonlight, she can see the swirling waters...
... What meant to be a relaxing run, a fleeing get away, only makes her nose wrinkle in anger, stewing on each and every emotion she has felt in the past moon. She doesn't like it.
Her tail flicks behind her, an unwilled sigh bubbling up and past her lips. "Why are you up?" it sounds more like an accusation, but she means it, desperate for any sort of interaction at this point.
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@Merrystalk come get ur bonding time
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NUTMEGPURR ♡
( gale guard of windclan, 25 moons )❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
❥ mentoring n/a
❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw
❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
❥ penned by chuff
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