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.
The Colony was starving to death, and the upcoming leafbare wouldn't make it any easier. This is something that weighs heavily on Vanilla's consciousness: how will I support my siblings? Sable and a couple of other folk seem to have the same thought, something that brings relief to the young girls shoulders... But at the same time, what are they to do? Cats are foolishly bringing kits in to the world too close to a season full of starvation and ice; her tail whips behind her, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
Her and Larch pick through the trees, searching for something, anything to catch. Her frustration is nearly at a boiling point, how could anyone be so selfish? Selfish, selfish, selfish, my siblings should take priority. I will ensure that they do. She swallows a growl. "Leafbare will be upon us soon." she speaks matter-of-factly, but it lacks the normal bite that her tone would have as her gaze slightly softens upon her brother. "Anything I catch in these next few moons will go to us. Capiche? You need to keep up your strength." she includes us only to appease him, knowing full and well that she will deny any suggestion to share. For all she cares, she could continue to starve, she was born with hunger, acquainted with it, it wasn't any different than her normal day-to-day.
Her head dips as she sniffs at a pile of fallen leaves, ears swiveling backwards as she realizes the scent of prey here was stale. She brings her head back up, but theres movement in the bushes in front of them. "Larch!" she hisses softly, already dropping in to a makeshift hunting crouch. She sees the flash of a mouse tail. Her eyes turn to Larch, expectant and willing. Go for it, she silently urges. Take the glory.
@LARCH
Her and Larch pick through the trees, searching for something, anything to catch. Her frustration is nearly at a boiling point, how could anyone be so selfish? Selfish, selfish, selfish, my siblings should take priority. I will ensure that they do. She swallows a growl. "Leafbare will be upon us soon." she speaks matter-of-factly, but it lacks the normal bite that her tone would have as her gaze slightly softens upon her brother. "Anything I catch in these next few moons will go to us. Capiche? You need to keep up your strength." she includes us only to appease him, knowing full and well that she will deny any suggestion to share. For all she cares, she could continue to starve, she was born with hunger, acquainted with it, it wasn't any different than her normal day-to-day.
Her head dips as she sniffs at a pile of fallen leaves, ears swiveling backwards as she realizes the scent of prey here was stale. She brings her head back up, but theres movement in the bushes in front of them. "Larch!" she hisses softly, already dropping in to a makeshift hunting crouch. She sees the flash of a mouse tail. Her eyes turn to Larch, expectant and willing. Go for it, she silently urges. Take the glory.
@LARCH