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.
⋆˚✿˖° "I'll Be Fine On My Own" She Said
⋆˚✿˖° Sage had been quick to return to their den as the storm clouds rolled in, nearly black with how saturated they were with rain. A den away from the rain was a good den.
Up until this very moment, it had been a perfect place. A small tunnel carved out by Sage's own paws underneath a pile of sturdy rocks, and further covered by a low bush that kept the tunnel entrance hidden. She doubted most other cats that passed through were aware the den existed. Well, perhaps that strange group of cats that lived in the gorge nearby had an idea, but they mostly minded their business while Sage minded their own.
Up until this very moment, that had been a blessing. Sage could still hear the wind howling from the rainstorm above, drowning out any of their calls for help as muddy paws scrabbled uselessly against what was once one of the large rocks that shaded her den. In an act of desperation, the small cat took a few paces back before throwing their shoulder into the stone in an attempt to shove aside the rock. A small hiss of annoyance escaped as all that served to do was give a dull pain to their shoulder.
Pushing the rock was out of the question it seemed, it was far too large and heavy for just one cat to move. Digging around the rock felt pointless too- everytime she felt like she was making progress more mud and water would collapse above them, further trapping them in what quickly began to feel more like a tomb than a den. When would this storm stop? Was this how they were going to die? Trapped in her own den and drown- or worse- starve to death?
...If there really was some sort of higher power out there like they'd heard those gorge cats talk about, Sage hoped they wouldn't let her die like this.
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For a blessing, the storm moved on sometime in the night. The wind that had persisted eventually gave way to birdsong, signaling that the forest was waking up in the early morning hours.
Sage had yet to sleep, covered in mud and leaning against the rock still blocking their only route of escape from their own den, ears pricked for anything- ANY sign of another cat above that they could possibly call out to for help.
She wondered what the entrance of the den looked like now, was it completely exposed now or-
The thought was gone as quickly as it had come with the sound of something rustling above.
"H-HEY!! IS ANYONE OUT THERE..!?"
Up until this very moment, it had been a perfect place. A small tunnel carved out by Sage's own paws underneath a pile of sturdy rocks, and further covered by a low bush that kept the tunnel entrance hidden. She doubted most other cats that passed through were aware the den existed. Well, perhaps that strange group of cats that lived in the gorge nearby had an idea, but they mostly minded their business while Sage minded their own.
Up until this very moment, that had been a blessing. Sage could still hear the wind howling from the rainstorm above, drowning out any of their calls for help as muddy paws scrabbled uselessly against what was once one of the large rocks that shaded her den. In an act of desperation, the small cat took a few paces back before throwing their shoulder into the stone in an attempt to shove aside the rock. A small hiss of annoyance escaped as all that served to do was give a dull pain to their shoulder.
Pushing the rock was out of the question it seemed, it was far too large and heavy for just one cat to move. Digging around the rock felt pointless too- everytime she felt like she was making progress more mud and water would collapse above them, further trapping them in what quickly began to feel more like a tomb than a den. When would this storm stop? Was this how they were going to die? Trapped in her own den and drown- or worse- starve to death?
...If there really was some sort of higher power out there like they'd heard those gorge cats talk about, Sage hoped they wouldn't let her die like this.
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For a blessing, the storm moved on sometime in the night. The wind that had persisted eventually gave way to birdsong, signaling that the forest was waking up in the early morning hours.
Sage had yet to sleep, covered in mud and leaning against the rock still blocking their only route of escape from their own den, ears pricked for anything- ANY sign of another cat above that they could possibly call out to for help.
She wondered what the entrance of the den looked like now, was it completely exposed now or-
The thought was gone as quickly as it had come with the sound of something rustling above.
"H-HEY!! IS ANYONE OUT THERE..!?"
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Sagesong
— Skyclan Warrior
— They/She
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Small, Curly-furred, Mottled Black And Brown She Cat With Heterochromia.
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