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.
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AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN
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OOC- Trigger warning for injuries/violence!
The rabbit hadn't done down easy, but in the end it was Shadowclan paws that pinned and silenced it, finishing it off before it could make it back across the thunderpath toward the moors. It was a good first catch, a large enough prize thathe wouldn't be overly disappointed if it was all they came away with. That didn't mean they weren't going to try for more, though– which was why Wolfpack was now up to his elbows in muck, clawing a deep divot into the loamy earth so that they could stach the thing beneath chunks of dirt and moss and whatever broken off brush they could find. And while the ground was cold while he worked, the day was kind– no rain, no biting wind– just the warmth of the sun and the distant lapping of the marshwater against the catails.
"You're getting better. I didn't have to pull you out of the mud a single time." he said without looking up, voice low and easy as his claws hooked on another sodden clump of earth and tossed it aside.
It was teasing, with no real bite behind it. If anything, the tone bordered on… pleased.
Wolfpack wasn't one to offer praise lightly, especially not to cat who hadn't earned it. But Marbleshine- soft, clean-furred Marbleshine- had listened. She hadn't wandered off to chase butterflies or hesitated when he gave her instructions. No, she listened. She held her position, made the right calls, and when the time had come she'd chased that long-eared chunk of lunchmeat right into Wolfpacks waiting jaws.
Just as planned.
With a grunt, he finished patting the loose top layer of mud into place, nose twitching at the scent of fresh-killed rabbit now hidden beneath a scatter of pine needles and damp ferns. He straightened, rolling his shoulder with a quick shake to rid his leg fur of the worst of the muck, then turned toward where she lingered nearby. "Bet Geckoflame offers half the pelts in her nest for it just to eat something without scales or slime for a change."
He didn't see the shape moving behind him. Didn't smell the scent of fox that fell upon them with mud and pine still clogging up his senses.
But Marbleshine did.
The rabbit hadn't done down easy, but in the end it was Shadowclan paws that pinned and silenced it, finishing it off before it could make it back across the thunderpath toward the moors. It was a good first catch, a large enough prize thathe wouldn't be overly disappointed if it was all they came away with. That didn't mean they weren't going to try for more, though– which was why Wolfpack was now up to his elbows in muck, clawing a deep divot into the loamy earth so that they could stach the thing beneath chunks of dirt and moss and whatever broken off brush they could find. And while the ground was cold while he worked, the day was kind– no rain, no biting wind– just the warmth of the sun and the distant lapping of the marshwater against the catails.
"You're getting better. I didn't have to pull you out of the mud a single time." he said without looking up, voice low and easy as his claws hooked on another sodden clump of earth and tossed it aside.
It was teasing, with no real bite behind it. If anything, the tone bordered on… pleased.
Wolfpack wasn't one to offer praise lightly, especially not to cat who hadn't earned it. But Marbleshine- soft, clean-furred Marbleshine- had listened. She hadn't wandered off to chase butterflies or hesitated when he gave her instructions. No, she listened. She held her position, made the right calls, and when the time had come she'd chased that long-eared chunk of lunchmeat right into Wolfpacks waiting jaws.
Just as planned.
With a grunt, he finished patting the loose top layer of mud into place, nose twitching at the scent of fresh-killed rabbit now hidden beneath a scatter of pine needles and damp ferns. He straightened, rolling his shoulder with a quick shake to rid his leg fur of the worst of the muck, then turned toward where she lingered nearby. "Bet Geckoflame offers half the pelts in her nest for it just to eat something without scales or slime for a change."
He didn't see the shape moving behind him. Didn't smell the scent of fox that fell upon them with mud and pine still clogging up his senses.
But Marbleshine did.
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ooc : — @Marbleshine
- shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars
