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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.

PAFP Backwritten Prompt Event Camp Destination Desolation, Tell Me When You Reach The Brink Of Life 𖤓 Herb Investigation

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Dawnkit ☀︎

Dawnkit ☀︎'s icon Dawnkit ☀︎ Dawnkit ☀︎

ThunderClan
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Freshkill
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Pronouns
She/Her
Played by
Snowy


Dawnkit​
status: Wary​
She creeps closer and closer to the medicine den. Her mother needs medicine, refuses to seek help because she doesn't trust Serpentberry, but Dawnkit has to do something. She doesn't know anything about the art of medicine, doesn't know what the herbs do, doesn't even begin to know what to look for. But she has to try. She has to. If something happened to her mom, or her sisters? She'd never forgive herself. She creeps nearer the entrance, staying in the dark, hoping no one is there. She hasn't seen the medicine cat or apprentice enter or leave, nor has she seen the kits, but that doesn't mean anything. They could still be within the den and just not left in the time she spent watching. She certainly hadn't seen them anywhere else. She has barely put one paw over the threshold, hardly confident in what she's doing, when movement from within near startles her. She doesn't jump or run, she merely freezes. Waits. Who was it?

The figure she finally lays eyes on is thankfully not the one she had been mostly avoiding. It's one of the kits. Was this one named Falsekit? A strange name. "Oh. It's just you." She relaxes her shoulders but doesn't stand. She creeps a tiny bit closer. "Hey you like...live here right? Ya know anything about herbs? Lookin' for somethin' for like...coughin' and aches. Ya wouldn't happen to know which one did that? Like..one of the big leafy green ones maybe?" They all were big and leafy green to her. She's not entirely sure if that was helpful information. She squints at Falsekit as she waits on an answer. Hopefully they knew something and she could get in and out really quick without being seen by literally anyone else. She didn't want to push her luck and she was already sort of dreading being where she was. But her mom needed help so she'd tough it out, get the herbs, and get out. Simple as that. She just...needed to figure out which herb it was she was looking for.

and every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame

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  • Taking place before the death obviously. Wait for one of @serpentberry @FALSEKIT
    Optional prompt for bingo: 55 try to theorize about an herb's particular use without asking
  • DAWNKIT She/Her A cinnamon tortie point with large paws and anger in her veins. She is highly protective of her siblings and is strangely distrustful of anyone that isn't family, possibly stemming from her mother's paranoia.

    𖤓 Kit of Thunderclan
    𖤓 Sister to Fawnkit and ???
    𖤓 2 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 9/20/2025)
    𖤓 speech thought action
    𖤓 peaceful/healing powerplay permitted

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