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.
Dusk set the moor aglow in hues of gold and violet. Stilldream moved quietly, her white pelt catching the last slivers of dying light. It softened, turned spectral—she drifted, steps hushed, barely a whisper through the gorse.
The wind pressed against her ears, a constant nuisance. As discomforting as its open fields were to a forest dweller, the moor had gifts to offer, and Stilldream had not come to return empty-pawed.
She explored for some time before something caught her eye—a deep green among the parched grass, entirely missable, hidden just for her to find. The former mender recognized its rounded leaves and pointed tips. If that were not enough to identify the burnet, dark pink buds peeked from their stems. She bent down anyway, sniffing just to be certain. The scent was earthy and faintly peppered, just as she remembered.
She brushed a paw lightly over the leaves. "Waiting for me, were you?" Stilldream murmured as she gently snipped a few with her teeth, tucking the stems into the thick fur against her breast.
The ghost stiffened suddenly, a soft sound making her ears twitch to alert. The sound of a paw snapping beneath a misplaced paw. Stilldream turned her head over one shoulder, dreamy eyes sharpening.
The wind pressed against her ears, a constant nuisance. As discomforting as its open fields were to a forest dweller, the moor had gifts to offer, and Stilldream had not come to return empty-pawed.
She explored for some time before something caught her eye—a deep green among the parched grass, entirely missable, hidden just for her to find. The former mender recognized its rounded leaves and pointed tips. If that were not enough to identify the burnet, dark pink buds peeked from their stems. She bent down anyway, sniffing just to be certain. The scent was earthy and faintly peppered, just as she remembered.
She brushed a paw lightly over the leaves. "Waiting for me, were you?" Stilldream murmured as she gently snipped a few with her teeth, tucking the stems into the thick fur against her breast.
The ghost stiffened suddenly, a soft sound making her ears twitch to alert. The sound of a paw snapping beneath a misplaced paw. Stilldream turned her head over one shoulder, dreamy eyes sharpening.
Coin Flip for Success: Heads → Labor & Delivery → Burnet
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OOC: — @scorchpaw
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