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.

Private Territory Dance by the Edge of the Water - Wolf

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Mothbite
Mothbite

Mothbite Mothbite

Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen
ShadowClan
Council Member
ShadowClan Night Guard SHC Haunting '24 OTM '25 Colony Clan Founder 1k ShadowClan Stars Align Champion
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Freshkill
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Pronouns
He/Him
Played by
StormyBuckets


Still so young, Desperate for attention!




indentttSilvery scales glimmer brightly, reflecting the light from the sun back onto the surface of the water. Mothbite watches with wide, black pupils, from the edge of the pond. He's taken to thinking about fish, recently. After finally meeting Riverclan face-to-face, he can't get the memory of their smooth, shining pelts out of his mind. Do they look shiny like that because they eat shiny fish?

indenttt Catching one of them is harder than it looks, though. The herons and egrets make it seem effortless, as simple as plucking catmint from a bush, but Mothbite can't seem to emulate them. The few times he's tried, he just got wet and soggy. In the humid Greenleaf air, it took him hours to dry off. It's not a performance he's eager to repeat anytime soon.

indentttThat's why, for the past few days, Mothbite has been spending his free time here. At the edge of the pond, obscured by the reeds, he watches and waits. Like the heron and the egret, he stays still by the water. And he's only fallen asleep a few times! After all that studying, Mothbite is sure he's ready for another attempt.

indenttt Ever so gently, he creeps towards the pond, his head and shoulders overhanging the water. The shadow he casts on the surface is overtaken by the shadows cats by the reeds. When a juicy looking, striped fish enters his shadow, Mothbite lunges.

indenttt Instead of succulent meat, Mothbite gets a mouthfull of stagnant pond water. Coughing and sputtering, he pulls out of the water. What the hell? He was so sure he had done everything tight this time. Was he just not fast enough?



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AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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Wolfpack had just been passing through when he heard the splash and paused, head tipping slightly as a sputtering cough followed. When he padded closer to the noise, it was with the easy, unhurried gait of a tomcat who knew he had nothing better to do with his afternoon. Even Deputys deserved a break sometimes, didn't they?

By the time he broke the line of grass and the waters edge came into sight, Mothbite was already dragging himself back from the water, face dripping and looking about as miserable as the frogs Wolf sometimes yanked half-chewed from the mud. And while the mottled tomcat could certainly guess at what the Night-guard was up to, he couldn't pass up on a chance to mess them.

"Careful. I hear drowning's a terrible way to go." he remarked as he stepped out onto the bank of the pond beside them, amusement and something darker flashing within mismatched eyes.

As tempted as he was to keep staring, to see if he could get the other to squirm under his gaze, the intensity in which Mothbite triggered him wasn't as… well, Wolf still felt the impulse to do something, but it didn't feel as hostile, now. Less like wanting to pounce on a mouse for moving too quickly, and more like wanting to lazily bat at it just to watch it hop around in a panic.

"So, what's the plan here? Are you hoping to outdo Riverclan, or just looking for an excuse to smell like swamp water all day?"

The smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth kept the words from carrying any real bite, but the intent was there clear as day– he was teasing them, making fun of their little mishap. Truth was, he didn't mind Mothbite's company. The nervous edge always made it a little too easy to push their buttons, but that was half the fun, It was a lot more entertaining than spending his downtime alone in camp pretending his solitude was self-inflicted.

So long as he didn't think too much on the politics of things, that is. Because as much as he found himself entertained by the others presence, it was hard to ignore the fact that they were a position of authority in the clan.

Not as high as Wolfpack, of course, but somehow Sablestar still found it reasonable to place the skittish, sharp-tongued tom on the same level as cats like Jadethorn and Coalstrike.

Baffling, really.

"Go on, show me how you did it. Maybe I'll be able to point out what you're doing wrong so you can catch the next one." he offered, tone almost genuine as broad shoulders lifting in a lazy shrug. Or maybe I'll just watch you choke on pond water. Went unsaid. Either way, it was a win-win for Wolfpack.
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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO
  • ooc : — Sorry for the wait!!!!!​
  • shadowclan deputy - male - a large, black & blue chimera with moderate white splashing, mismatched eyes, and several scars.

 
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