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 look of betrayal after Pineheart had heeded Jinglemoon's advice and in his own way tried to encourage Adderfang to do the same was not lost on him. But before he could explain it, Adderfang had left. So now Pineheart was left feeling like a score had not been settled– Adderfang had had his back, afterall, during the fight with Shadowclan. He'd protected Littlebrook. But during the council meeting, Pineheart had not had his back– at least, that was what it looked like to Adderfang. And Pineheart understands that well enough. Adderfang was angry and scared, and so could not see much farther than his own nose. Pineheart was the same once. He's still like that sometimes, in some matters– but he's trying to be better. For Brook. For Torrent and Squid and Lilac.
He sighs, pulling himself onto his paws and deciding to seek out Adderfang to settle this.
"Adder," he says gruffly. "I think… An apology is in order. Or an explanation at least." His ears flick, and he looks away. "You had my back during the fight. You protected Brook while I fought that bastard from Shadowclan. But… I did not have yours at the council meeting." A beat. "Like my decision to take on Coalstrike instead of you, and my decision to wade into that river and pull you out… I was not thinking about you. I was thinking about Wavesong. Your kits. I know what it is like to lose your family. To lose everything. I did not want Wave to go through that, just as you do not want her to, and how you don't want to lose her or your kits either. And so… I wished you'd listen to Jinglemoon's advice…" he levels Adder with an even look, not of anger, but understanding. "What if you go on a patrol and open a wound? What if the wound gets infected? What if exertion catches up to you in another scuffle, or when you're alone, and no one is there? There are endless possibilities. Many of them end with your kits never seeing their father. I do not want that."
