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 day is hot, and yucky, and humid. Its one of the reasons why she finds herself near one of the many borders with a river, tail flicking back and forth as she stares past the rippling water and in to the depths. She wants more little trinkets, really, and to swim more. She squints as something in particular as it unearths from the current… She's quick to make her way in to the deeper part of the river in a graceful motion, then she departs underneath to search for it. It takes a few kicks before she can reach it, but eventually her teeth close around something.
She kicks back off to the surface, eager to see the prize she had picked up.
Pigeonpearls head breaks surface tension and she emerges in a burst of water, a shell gripped in her mouth. She's about ready to swim back and see what kind of shell it was, it had felt like a spiral when she had picked it up, but… Her head slowly turns towards a sudden noise on the riverbank, eyes narrowed as she spots… Galepaw staring straight at her? "What're you looking at?" despite the gruffness in her voice, it lacks the usual bite that her tone holds.
She kicks back off to the surface, eager to see the prize she had picked up.
Pigeonpearls head breaks surface tension and she emerges in a burst of water, a shell gripped in her mouth. She's about ready to swim back and see what kind of shell it was, it had felt like a spiral when she had picked it up, but… Her head slowly turns towards a sudden noise on the riverbank, eyes narrowed as she spots… Galepaw staring straight at her? "What're you looking at?" despite the gruffness in her voice, it lacks the usual bite that her tone holds.
