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.
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I WON'T SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH
OOC- Ghost has stumbled across a group of deer for the first time and witnesses a buck shedding their antlers :)
It was a quiet morning– no snow or wind, but still crisp and cold enough for Ghost to feel the bite of it on the tips of his ears and nose. His coat, winter-thick, still felt too short for it, but it wasn't the first winter he'd endured without a body next to his own and it wouldn't be the last.
Like always, he would endure until things got better.
He was down by the river in the early hours when he spotted them, moving lazily along the waters edge. Tall, thin-legged creatures with narrow faces and large round eyes. Massive, compared to any cat or dog he'd crossed paths with before, and yet as he watched them from his hidden post, they didn't exhibit the behavior of something dangerous. Heads constantly on a swivel, big ears twitching about, pawing at the snow with their odd stone feet to nibble at the grass beneath it. Skittish and alert, like a mouse or rabbit despite the fact that one of them had what looked to be a set of thorn-like branches protruding from their head.
They didn't come off as threatening, but they left Ghoststrike wondering what kind of creature something of their size would be so wary of. Surely not just the twolegs, who Ghost had only glimpsed on the thunderpath with their monsters since joining. Dark eyes widened in surprise when the larger one gave a great shake of it's skull– and the set of branchlike things on top of their head fell off and landed in the snow a few feet away.
Then the beasts were moving on, leaving a baffled Ghoststrike wondering what the hell he'd just witnessed.
Once the herd was gone– still easily tracked by their marks in the snow, which was good because Ghost intended to report this just in case-- the shadow moved from the barren treeline and the clump of brush he'd been concealed in down toward the river to investigate. The tracks themselves were deep, a testimony to the weight and size of the animals, and their scent was distinct, one he wouldn't easily forget.
As he moved on to the fallen object left behind in the snow, he realised it was less like a pale, gnarled branch and far more akin to a bone of some kind, but not smooth like the ones he'd seen in the past. There were ridges and grooves, scratches and knicks from wear and tear. But no blood or fur. No sign that it'd fallen off due to some sort of physical trauma. Just a faint coppery scent near the base where it'd met the skull of the beast.
'So they do use them for something.' If those markings on them were anything to go by. A mental note that wouldn't soon be forgotten– not with the gruesome image of a cat skewered atop them came to mind alongside it.
It was a quiet morning– no snow or wind, but still crisp and cold enough for Ghost to feel the bite of it on the tips of his ears and nose. His coat, winter-thick, still felt too short for it, but it wasn't the first winter he'd endured without a body next to his own and it wouldn't be the last.
Like always, he would endure until things got better.
He was down by the river in the early hours when he spotted them, moving lazily along the waters edge. Tall, thin-legged creatures with narrow faces and large round eyes. Massive, compared to any cat or dog he'd crossed paths with before, and yet as he watched them from his hidden post, they didn't exhibit the behavior of something dangerous. Heads constantly on a swivel, big ears twitching about, pawing at the snow with their odd stone feet to nibble at the grass beneath it. Skittish and alert, like a mouse or rabbit despite the fact that one of them had what looked to be a set of thorn-like branches protruding from their head.
They didn't come off as threatening, but they left Ghoststrike wondering what kind of creature something of their size would be so wary of. Surely not just the twolegs, who Ghost had only glimpsed on the thunderpath with their monsters since joining. Dark eyes widened in surprise when the larger one gave a great shake of it's skull– and the set of branchlike things on top of their head fell off and landed in the snow a few feet away.
Then the beasts were moving on, leaving a baffled Ghoststrike wondering what the hell he'd just witnessed.
Once the herd was gone– still easily tracked by their marks in the snow, which was good because Ghost intended to report this just in case-- the shadow moved from the barren treeline and the clump of brush he'd been concealed in down toward the river to investigate. The tracks themselves were deep, a testimony to the weight and size of the animals, and their scent was distinct, one he wouldn't easily forget.
As he moved on to the fallen object left behind in the snow, he realised it was less like a pale, gnarled branch and far more akin to a bone of some kind, but not smooth like the ones he'd seen in the past. There were ridges and grooves, scratches and knicks from wear and tear. But no blood or fur. No sign that it'd fallen off due to some sort of physical trauma. Just a faint coppery scent near the base where it'd met the skull of the beast.
'So they do use them for something.' If those markings on them were anything to go by. A mental note that wouldn't soon be forgotten– not with the gruesome image of a cat skewered atop them came to mind alongside it.
thunderclan warrior- male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars
