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 gleam of the midday sun off fresh snow, sending dazzles of colour across the fields, was something Flicker always took time to admire. Leafbare was nearly devoid of paints and hues to the unobservant eye, and it could make for a terribly dull season. The calico was grateful she knew how to look; she wasn't sure she could bear life if all she saw were endless shades of white and grey. Nice that the cats around here embody some light, too, she thought, her eyes idly trailing the leaps and dips of the land. Speaking of beacons of light, she caught sight of Goldy milling about closer to the barn. With a smile Flicker turned her attention from the moor to her friend and padded over. There was some strain to her expression. The calico molly had been caught up in her thoughts more often than usual. For all the beauty she made an effort to see during leafbare, the empty season brought with it reminders of her own battles.
"Good day," she meowed, exchanging the usual pleasantries with the sunlit tom. They knew each other well by now. Flicker would struggle to name another cat she felt closer to than Goldy, at least among the barncats. Yet as they lapsed into an easy silence, and her inner turmoil began to boil, the calico had to remind herself to breathe as her lungs threatened to seize.
"How long have you been a barncat, Goldy?" The words tumbled from her maw in an awkward rush, fighting to be heard but without making a scene. Flicker could count her moons at the barn on her toes. She'd been living amongst the chickens and horses and field cats for a third of her life. So of course, she loved the place dearly. She loved the cats she'd grown up around. Particularly she loved Goldy, who'd taken her under his wing and ensured she knew her way around. Nothing could change that, not really. She knew in the deepest parts of herself; the barn was her home. And yet, she had called another place home, once. Less a place. A family.
"Did you always live here, I mean," she added, rolling her shoulders in a vane attempt to ease the tension squeezing her muscles. She didn't like this feeling, the nibbling hole in her belly that triggered a tightness in the rest of her when she thought of the past. Most days when she felt her insides pinching she took a walk or volunteered to look after some of the little ones until she forgot. It didn't do to dwell on the past. However much she missed waking up alongside her sisters to the tune of her parents' rumbling purrs, Flicker had made her choice. She was a barncat for a reason. She was happy here. I said goodbye of my own accord. There's no reason for anyone around here to listen to me getting all worked up over it. But Goldy was here. He'd never made her feel poorly before. If she could talk to anyone about anything, it was Goldy.
// @goldy , she got homesickness hours </3 missing her family, really
"Good day," she meowed, exchanging the usual pleasantries with the sunlit tom. They knew each other well by now. Flicker would struggle to name another cat she felt closer to than Goldy, at least among the barncats. Yet as they lapsed into an easy silence, and her inner turmoil began to boil, the calico had to remind herself to breathe as her lungs threatened to seize.
"How long have you been a barncat, Goldy?" The words tumbled from her maw in an awkward rush, fighting to be heard but without making a scene. Flicker could count her moons at the barn on her toes. She'd been living amongst the chickens and horses and field cats for a third of her life. So of course, she loved the place dearly. She loved the cats she'd grown up around. Particularly she loved Goldy, who'd taken her under his wing and ensured she knew her way around. Nothing could change that, not really. She knew in the deepest parts of herself; the barn was her home. And yet, she had called another place home, once. Less a place. A family.
"Did you always live here, I mean," she added, rolling her shoulders in a vane attempt to ease the tension squeezing her muscles. She didn't like this feeling, the nibbling hole in her belly that triggered a tightness in the rest of her when she thought of the past. Most days when she felt her insides pinching she took a walk or volunteered to look after some of the little ones until she forgot. It didn't do to dwell on the past. However much she missed waking up alongside her sisters to the tune of her parents' rumbling purrs, Flicker had made her choice. She was a barncat for a reason. She was happy here. I said goodbye of my own accord. There's no reason for anyone around here to listen to me getting all worked up over it. But Goldy was here. He'd never made her feel poorly before. If she could talk to anyone about anything, it was Goldy.
// @goldy , she got homesickness hours </3 missing her family, really