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.

Private FIRES OF OUR YOUTH [ juniperstar ]

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hazelheart
hazelheart

hazelheart hazelheart

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ThunderClan
Council Member
Thunderclan Storm Guard Colony Clan Founder 1k ThunderClan Stars Align Participant
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(🜲) "two lives, juni," the low tone of the storm guard is saddened as she draws her tongue across her friend's caramel dappled pelt. they sit in the shade of the leader's den, evening sun casting a golden glow across the camp as the two share tongues. hazelheart has been pushing herself harder than ever before since the disaster at the gathering, and now she visits her sister-in-law, exhaustion in her paws. "you are not disposable," golden eyes meet her friend's sea-foam green as a pink tongue flicks across rubbery lips. "how are you feeling today?" because she fears should she ask the leader to stop putting herself at risk, juni will turn away. there is a flick of her gaze to the scars across her throat, then to the leg injury that has finally healed after her first life lost.

part of the woman wants to ask if she'd seen bracken in the stars this time. more likely it'd been hawthorne, but any rare mention of her mate would be nice. still, juniperstar's visits with the heavens seem sacred, as if it is ill advised to ask to many questions.

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING
  • // casual sister bonding xx " #b8a300"
  • HAZEL 🜲 SHE / HER, WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. 54 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
    a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold
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juniper

turquoise eyes watch the walls of their quarry grow painted by the evening sky. casting long shadows in the nooks that have become dens, rays of light spilling just over the lip to cascade towards her den. the methodical and slow pace of a loved one delicately sharing tongues with her is an opportunity for a lecture; and she knows that long before Hazelheart had even begun. two lives. and they had been less than spectacularly lost.

she can agree to that much.

"I'm at least a little more disposable than the rest of you, thanks to StarClan," she argues but her heart isn't sincere in the bickering. only for so long would that hold true and then, once the last one was laid out in front of her... would she have forgotten to fear death? or would its pains have become so intimate and familiar that it would hardly matter?

she turns to offer a few licks to the mess of furs at the dark-furred tabby's chest, humming a consideration for her feelings. "Is it weird to say I'm not really worried about me?" sure, there was the decor of a brutal murder hung neatly at her throat but... that was healed and the days could move on despite it... but ThunderClan as a whole?

"I'm more concerned that the point I was making will be lost in translation... that it won't be seen as a sacrifice made with purpose."

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  • juniperstar
    leader of thunderclan
    seven lives remain
    ignore me
 
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