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 day, like most, was good. Snowfall was light, the sun warmed his spine like a reminder of the seasons to come and Brightpetal had been able to find a blackbird on his patrol. There was little else the Deputy needed other than a friend to share the merriment with and so, upon entering camp, his citrine eyes immediately began their second hunt of the day. The options seemed limitless from where the warriors had made their nests to the corner that the elders seemed to favour.
There was one cat that Brightpetal signaled out. He still wasn't used to seeing them sit alone, Bracken had been a formidable figure, but death was cruel to have separated his loved ones from him. He prayed Hazelheart could see him again while she still lived, prayed there was some way that the Stars could let them see each other again. Too moved by sympathy and guilt, Brightpetal bound towards Hazelheart.
He stopped just a whisker length in front of her, then, reminded of personal space, took a shuffling step back, dipping his head in respect for the older she-cat. Voice muffled by the blackbird dangling from his maw, the red tom mewed a hearty, "Heeeey Hashelhear!" His smile coiled up from behind the prey's wings, positively beaming by the time he found the sense to drop it on the floor before the widowed warrior. "Hunting was good this morning. Did you want to share with me?"
@hazelheart