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.

Border dog on the chain / hawk and fizzy meet

This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.
Hawkstar
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LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar would never say that she trusted Fujimoto. He was fool-hardy, and a coward by the high stands she had set for her own clan, and therefore he came off more mouse than mighty warrior. He still carried his kittypet name, as if it were some badge of honor instead of a brand against the very clan that took him in.

But despite all that… she had still allowed this to happen.

Here she sits, at the very edge of the Twolegplace with the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. This was not the Twolegplace of her former daylight warriors. Flowercloud's old flame did not live here. Meadowlark and Coffeestar had not retired back to peaceful lodgings in this place. If she delved into each of the nests along the straight-path roads here, she would not find Maiseyleg's housefolk or Tawnybeam's pictures upon any mantle. This was a Twolegplace that she could not claim, even in vestiges and false pretenses. Here, she would have to abide by the rules offered to her.

And Hawkstar did not like that at all.

"I hope your friend is more conversational than they are punctual, else I would feel like I wasted quite a bit of my day for nothing." Hawkstar snipped towards her patched lead warrior, annoyed, anxious. There were only so many places Hawkstar could hide the body of Lacey within her mind. It was harder to forget her when - so close to a facsimile of her origin - she could feel Lacey's suffocating collar around her neck again.

@Fujimoto @Fizzystar


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I WAS PULLING OUT MY HAIR THE DAY I GOT THE DEAL - CHEMICALLY CALM

He is halfway under the fence when he actually catches the scent, pausing midcrawl to tilt his chin up and shake his head to dislodge one of his floppy ears where it had folded over his eye and briefly blinded him. Fujimoto was a not so uncommon presence here lately and he recognized the other toms scent without a lot of effort but the other...mm. The other was a little different. Same pine forest thicket forest smell that the SkyClan cats he'd met before had but part of him imagined the thickets where this cat walked had thorns. Wriggling in place the spotted blue tabby rose to stand to his impressive one foot height and waddle over, every step a light bounce and his copper washed eyes widening as he spotted the pair. Next to Fujimoto the other cat had a more regal, authoritative posture than the more casual fellow at her side. She was intimidating right at the start but he masked any worry he might have with a smile, short tail swaying as he bobbed over, "Hey Fujimoto, who is your friend?"

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was i meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change?
FIZZYSTAR

— Leader of WarriorClan
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"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Blue spotted tabby munchkin with copper eyes.
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LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar would rather bite off her own tongue than allow any of her warriors to speak for her, let alone Fujimoto. The least impressive of her council, and the least intimidating... but he had lead her to this. Still, she stands with her head high, towering over her lead warrior in attitude if not in stature alone.

"My name is Hawkstar, leader of SkyClan. I hear you are a leader in your own respects, so we have come with a proposition for you and yours." The pointed torbie allows herself a curt nod to this ... leader's ... claim to his title, though she can't imagine that his clan is any more legitimate than the pretenders on the other side of Fourtrees.

"SkyClan has a long history of proud warriors in her ranks that come from Twolegplaces like this ... like yours. We were hoping to continue that here in our new home and I hear that you are the key to this domain. If you could spread the word to your clan and their friends that SkyClan is opening their borders to cats willing to learn and grow into our traditions, perhaps we could set an alliance between ourselves? There is some band of rogues going around that has been terrorizing our borders, so I don't doubt they'd be invading yours. I could offer warriors for your safety and food to your bellies, as a token of my appreciation for your cooperation."

She speaks definitively, and defiantly. No matter what title this cat may or may not have given himself, there was no denying where Hawkstar put herself in the pecking order, and she did well to make sure her chosen position would be recognized and respected. Even if the stranger in front of her had nothing to do with her wounded pride in the new forest.


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