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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The sun hovered beneath the haze, casting faded beams into the clearing. Many cats settled in for the day, grooming and chattering over prey. Fleapaw had not eaten yet, but she was restless. She would have shared a meal with Stoatpaw, but she was off again with Sablestar. They seemed to prefer to do their training in the fading hours.
The floppy-eared apprentice lingered, enduring the onslaught of insects. Fleapaw blew out a sharp breath and stared down at her prey once more before returning it to the pile.
Her legs ached to move—she could've gone for a walk, but that's not what she wanted. No, nothing scratched this itch like a proper fight. She wanted to feel her blood rushing, her body burning, to throw herself into something that really tested her stuff.
She spotted a shape across camp and perked up. "Hey!" In an instant, she stumbled upright and bounded across camp. "Hey Machineel! Hey you busy? Wanna spar?" A sharp-toothed grin tugged at her mouth, barely veiling her excitement, but she tried to keep it muzzled. Wouldn't want to scare them off now, would she? Fleapaw had no illusions anymore about being the biggest or strongest—but right now, she needed to burn some energy before it burned her up.
Spectators welcome but please let @manchineelpaw post first!
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Load up on guns, and bring your friends
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FLEAPAW9 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson
Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.
It's fun to lose and to pretend