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.
{$title} Two days following the Riverclan heist, Stoatpaw wonders out to Fourtrees to collect flowers and stumbles into an unfamiliar face.
——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦
Stoatpaw had found herself padding the Fourtrees again, always glancing back to the opening she had led her patrol to a moon back and where Cicadabuzz had led them all two days ago. A bitter taste ended up in the back of her throat, coating her mouth in something foul. Like she would be reprimanded for just looking in that direction.
Maybe it was foolish or reckless to be here; she saw the vitriol in the eyes of those warriors. She had to blink hard, trying to soothe the nausea and fear that still clung to her chest like a sickness, threatening to spill if she considered it too long. Her fur bristled; she hadn't led the cats there with any ill intent. They had been looking for moss; it was meant to be simple, how was she meant to know there was another clan, let alone that they seemed so defensive? Stoatpaw had no chance to know.
The rest of her patrol pushing the Riverclan cats' buttons was no help; she had tried, seemingly in vain, to try and redirect that. It was misplaced; there was no need to antagonise, she just considered the proximity to the river would mean richer and better moss. How was she meant to know this would all spiral? She blinked harder this time, something sharp threatening to leak from her eyes, something caught in her throat this time.
She tried to busy herself, just beneath the grand tree was light, pink flowers; bright-eye. Familiar, a rich comforting scent like the pocosin, like home. The ivory apprentice tenderly plucked the florets and tucked them in her fur. Swallowing hard, she had an idea, a plan even, it would take time, but she hoped it might be enough. She would be risking her pelt, but-
The apprentice's fur stood on end as a scent whisked past her on a warm breeze. For a moment, she just hoped it was due to being downwind to Riverclan itself, but her bright eyes widened in terror as she looked up. Her gaze locked onto a figure, a cat, smelling strongly and distinctly like Riverclan...
Immediately, she began to back up, trying desperately to steel the tears pricking at her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way again. I'll go, I promise I- Her terror at being beheld by a Riverclan cat again, so soon, struck an ice-cold fear down her spine. She was useless in a fight; if this cat decided to carry out the promise of those warriors from before, she was doomed. She stared at the other cat, not registering he was scarcely larger than her, heart thundering as if he was preparing to send her to... Wherever cats end up following their demise.
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Note: Personal herb roll and does not count towards Shadowclan herb count!!!! :p
𖧧 1d3 Roll: 2 - Success
𖧧 1d7 Roll: 1 - Wound & Infection
𖧧 Herb Found - Bright-Eye
Tagging @Torrentpaw @ARSYNNE !!! :3 -
Stoatpaw
✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 9 Moons
✦—She/Her
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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⤷ Written by Phoenix
