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.

RTA Camp HELLO MY OLD HEART [ rta ]

RTA means "Return to Activity" this indicates the character was inactive for a time prior and is being reintroduced!
This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
wheatwhistle

wheatwhistle

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(★) he's not cowboy anymore. that name is stripped from him, burnt to ash in the fire that took the rest of his life too. now, the old man wanders the moors as wheatwhistle, aimless, lost in his head and his heart. dustystar allows him to do so - his granddaughter has always had a soft spot for him. she leads her new clan well, as he had always expected her to, and he watches her. ghosts haunt him, old memories of his sister, of his late lover, the others who had perished in the blaze, and he lets them swirl, lost in his heavy grief. four moons - it's been four moons since the worst day of the elderly cat's life, since clouds had swallowed the light from his vision.

today, when he emerges from the warriors' den and looks around, he sees the sun. a softness has settled into his dual-hued eyes, and when he swallows, his throat doesn't scratch like hell anymore. tufted ears flick to attention, the ginger and white tail curling across his flank as he takes a breath. okay, he thinks. let's start over. as morning shines bright and clear across the flowery moor, wheatwhistle rolls his shoulders, raises his voice. "anycat fancy a huntin' patrol?"


DEEP GREENS AND BLUES ★ ARE THE COLORS I CHOOSE
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  • WHEATWHISTLE ★ HE / HIM, BARNCAT. 106 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
    an orange tabby tom with low white and one gold eye, and one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.
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Hollowmumble, -- 39 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.
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Tagging @wheatwhistle
Hollowmumble's ears perk up from where she was just finishing up a small mouse by the freshkill pile. Taking a second to paw the small leftovers aside so someone else would finish it, she slowly stood. She stretched for a long moment, taking in the afternoon sun before standing tall and padding over to Wheatwhistle. "I could go for a hunting patrol," she was already planning on heading out, but two paws would be better than one if they happened to run into a rabbit or a hare. They were much easier to catch when you weren't alone.

Replenishing the freshkill pile always gives her a certain sense of purpose, instead of feeling like she was drifting aimlessly through the prairie only because the cats she cared about lived here now. It was a nice day to hunt, with a soft breeze and a sky that was patchy with clouds, the sun occationally shining through to warm the earth that was still damp from earlier's rain.

 
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