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.
His scars itch where they've mended mostly, the faint scent of herbs still clinging to his fur but the uncomfortable padding of webbing and a poultice was finally gone; he'd been a good patient for Serpentberry, quiet and docile in her den and even humoring her kits and their constant meddling and questions - not all had been so patient with them lately, but he more feared her wrath than his own sense of boundaries so they were permitted the right to crawl over him and steal bits of his bedding and food for their amusement without complaint. Gray pads forward, drawn as always to Juniperstar's low meow, a soft sound like the distant rustle of the breeze in the trees, the melodic ringing of birdsong in the morning.
Oh, how he wishes his chest did not tighten at the mere sound of his name from their voice, how softly and lovingly its uttered - he wonders if this is what it feels like to be granted nine lives, each syllable like a new breath in his lungs. It's pathetic, he closes his eyes to stop the burning that builds there, the sudden surge of emotions a pool spilling over. She does not name him Graystone as she jested.
His new name is Graybird - his mind seeks the deeper meaning before it even fully comprehends, what underlying truth was whispered, what secret was being shared so openly. His heart flutters in his chest, caged in ivory; he knows he is not named for the prey, the blood sullied feathers strewn across the ground under battered paws. He is named for the heartbeat of wings, the way his heart soars upward at every cool green glance, every hesitant smile. He'd die for that smile, he thinks, die to keep it there. Graybird's lips twitch and he smiles back, teeth pristine white against stone gray. Graybird, Graybird, Graybird...it's a song sung just for him. A promise. In that moment no one else exists, no one else matters, it is just them.
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GRAY
— Warrior ThunderClan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— SH Gray Tabby with holly green eyes.
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