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.
The Thunderpath stuck out like a black scar against the ground—surface scaly and damp with mist, gleaming faintly beneath the moon. She stood at its edge, paws brushing the crumbling gravel and listened. The dark was silent, no monsters—only the incessant hum of company seeking frogs and wind in the leaves.
She moved quickly, pale coat catching in the light as she broke from the shadows. The moment she touched leaf-littered soil the air thickened. What greeted her on the other side was unwelcoming thickets and mushy ground. Though she recognized a well-treaded path away from the roadside.
Her pace slowed as she pressed into the thicket, its sharp edges tugging at her pristine fur. The air smelled of peat and stagnancy, sharp contrast to the lighter sweetness of the forest. While she carefully tread the beaten path her ears remained pricked. The land was already occupied by a clan that ThunderClan was on… complicated terms with, to say the least.
Well... What was the harm in a little stroll? She was just an air-headed little novice warrior after all, and boundaries were just so very hard to discern.
Her eyes swept the underbrush for night-blooming flora. Eventually, she crouched at the base of a half-rotted tree, brushing her paw along a patch of orangish-yellow ruffled mushrooms growing against its bark. A pleasant smile curved across her delicate muzzle. "Hello there my handsome little treasures~" She hummed and began to gently pry some of it away from the bark.
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OOC: — weird ghost lady stealing mushrooms what are you gonna do about it
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