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.
Weaselchirp Weaselchirp
Not everything needs a reason, just a vibe.
Not everything needs a reason, just a vibe.
WindClan
I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
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It was fun, having an apprentice! Cloverpaw was well on her way to warriorhood now, but still, it was fun. It was comforting. It was good. Weaselchirp loved watching her try, watching her dig with those determined little paws. Even before she'd been assigned as her mentor, she'd noticed Cloverpaw working, digging like the earth told her secrets. She'd make a fine warrior. A tunneler, through and through! Purring to herself, Weaselchirp hummed a tune as she carved another stretch of tunnel, paw over paw, the dirt cool and crumbly around her claws.
" And we dig, dig, dig, deeper down, find a place, nice and round... A space for all to curl and sleep... A hollow spot that we can-- " She paused, blinking slowly as she stared at the wall. " ...Leap? Keep? Ah! Keep! " she meowed triumphantly, giving a curt nod. " A hollow spot that we can keep~! " She chirped the final line, delighted, before glancing back over her shoulder at Cloverpaw, eyes glittering like fireflies in the dark.
" How are you holding up back there, Clover, dear? " she meowed brightly. " I think we're nearly to that space I was sniffing out, feels like it's just ahead! " She shuffled aside a bit of loose earth, nodding to herself. " Close to camp, big enough to stretch out in. Nice for winter, once we shore it up a bit. " Her whiskers twitched with satisfaction. " Can't have our Clanmates sleeping without sturdy walls. Wouldn't do, no no. Dirt should hold you, not bury you. "
Speech, thoughts/emphasis