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.
You Say That You Are Close
Is Close The Closest Star?
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Even back when Fleapaw had scratched her, Sealpaw hadn't bothered to see Cicadabuzz about it. It had seemed too insignificant of an injury. Too light. Too...pathetic. Surely she had been asking for it.
Today, however, was different. She was here with a purpose, even if it probably wasn't going to go the way she wanted. Cicadabuzz was not known for their warmth. Nor their understanding of emotions.
The tabby apprentice hovers at the entrance of the medicine cat's domain, nose wrinkling slightly at the overpowering scent of herbs from within. She hesitates a moment more before quietly padding inside. A trespasser in what feels like some sacred place to Cicadabuzz, in her eyes.
She waits for them to turn, to give some semblance of acknowledgement before her mouth opens with a thinly veiled request. "...Have you ever found a herb for bravery?" It was asked with all of the faux innocence she could muster.
A warrior was never scared. Yet ever since the civil war it felt like that was all she felt when something happened. Fear for friends. Fear of predators. Fear that she was not living up to her mentor's expectations. She was afraid she was never going to pass her assessment at this rate if she didn't find some sort of solution...
"What do you think it would look like..?"
Today, however, was different. She was here with a purpose, even if it probably wasn't going to go the way she wanted. Cicadabuzz was not known for their warmth. Nor their understanding of emotions.
The tabby apprentice hovers at the entrance of the medicine cat's domain, nose wrinkling slightly at the overpowering scent of herbs from within. She hesitates a moment more before quietly padding inside. A trespasser in what feels like some sacred place to Cicadabuzz, in her eyes.
She waits for them to turn, to give some semblance of acknowledgement before her mouth opens with a thinly veiled request. "...Have you ever found a herb for bravery?" It was asked with all of the faux innocence she could muster.
A warrior was never scared. Yet ever since the civil war it felt like that was all she felt when something happened. Fear for friends. Fear of predators. Fear that she was not living up to her mentor's expectations. She was afraid she was never going to pass her assessment at this rate if she didn't find some sort of solution...
"What do you think it would look like..?"
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You Just Feel Twice As Far
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SEALPAW
— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
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