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.
Their dream is anything but nice when they lay to rest, drifting off. The sky is black, a heavy lack of stars compared to their ethereal part. Blood follows the forest floor in trails, left behind from various cats passing through, the trees are tall and dead and dying. There is no fauna, no flora here to be seen, to make a shitty place pretty. Rot and the metallic scent of blood covers the land of eternal torment, to an outsider it may be overwhelming, but its all Pumpkinglow has known for... well, however long she has been here. There is no sun, no moon to keep track of the days, no light, just the long-dead rise and fall of Russetstars chest to keep her company. She watches, still, dearly departed from her beloved, from her everything, but information fed to her was more than any presence Pumpkin could provide... She knows her role, pulled the strings in life, will continue to do so in death.
Now, Shadowclans medicine cat is a peculiar little thing, and thats exactly why shes here in their dreams. Mysterious, and that is exciting. For her, for her, for her, for her. "Cicadabuzz, right?" Pumpkinglow's voice is a rasp, eyes squinted as she rounds out from behind a tree. She looks horrible, and she knows it, can feel it as her throat oozes never-ending blood down her chest unto her paws. "I've watched you." she blinks like an owl, suddenly too interested in them as they step forward to sniff them. They smell like something new, like the living and something too far in the back of her mind stirs. A memory, maybe, of what Russetstar smelled like when they had been alive, entwined in the leaders den, inseparable. Shes watched them, and the medicine den looks too similar to what it had been in life. She could point out where exactly she had talked to their medicine cat at the time to explain her fake signs and exhilaration runs down her spine at the thought of it. She had not been caught in life, she has no shame in death. She wonders, does the leaders den look familiar as well, or has their presence been scrubbed out like it had been mold?
"Have you met Fleecefur?" for now, she scopes them out with a broken purr that sounds more gurgled coming from a shredded throat. "She's the one that told me about the resurrection of the clans... And then there you were!" her eyes crinkle in mirth. How much do they know? What have they been told? More, more, tell me everything.
@cicadabuzz
Now, Shadowclans medicine cat is a peculiar little thing, and thats exactly why shes here in their dreams. Mysterious, and that is exciting. For her, for her, for her, for her. "Cicadabuzz, right?" Pumpkinglow's voice is a rasp, eyes squinted as she rounds out from behind a tree. She looks horrible, and she knows it, can feel it as her throat oozes never-ending blood down her chest unto her paws. "I've watched you." she blinks like an owl, suddenly too interested in them as they step forward to sniff them. They smell like something new, like the living and something too far in the back of her mind stirs. A memory, maybe, of what Russetstar smelled like when they had been alive, entwined in the leaders den, inseparable. Shes watched them, and the medicine den looks too similar to what it had been in life. She could point out where exactly she had talked to their medicine cat at the time to explain her fake signs and exhilaration runs down her spine at the thought of it. She had not been caught in life, she has no shame in death. She wonders, does the leaders den look familiar as well, or has their presence been scrubbed out like it had been mold?
"Have you met Fleecefur?" for now, she scopes them out with a broken purr that sounds more gurgled coming from a shredded throat. "She's the one that told me about the resurrection of the clans... And then there you were!" her eyes crinkle in mirth. How much do they know? What have they been told? More, more, tell me everything.
@cicadabuzz