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.

Open Border The Rustclaws SkyClan hi-diddly-ho, neighborinos ㄨ EXPANDING BORDERS

This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.
MELINOE

MELINOE

you look so pretty with your heart in your mouth
you look so pretty with your heart in your mouth
Rustclaws
1
0
Freshkill
5
Nickname
Mel
Pronouns
She/Her/They/Them
Rank
Soldier
Played by
Scarlet
{$title} the rustclaws have ventured close to the skyclan border (unknowingly for the most part) looking to expand their own territory

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The wind bit harder the farther they walked—like claws dragging across skin. Melinoe grit her teeth and hunched into it, bulky shoulders drawn tight against the morning chill.

The trees ahead thickened into a veil of wild pine, looming like a guardian just a short distance from their kingdom of rust and filth. Breath curled from her nose as she halted, gaze fixed on the tree line.

Everyone's favorite wrinkled dictator wants to expand their borders. More hunting grounds for her growing collection of half-starved misfits. Shouldn't be mentioned that hunger wouldn't be a problem if she would stop taking in so many useless fucking kits and crippled strays. Oh but fuck it what does she know about starving to death because some soft heart couldn't say no to a bunch of pleading strays?

So yeah. Nonna wants—Nonna gets. Mel declined that old bat's proposal, but that didn't stop the major from dumping work in their lap at every opportunity.

Well, Mel knew something they didn't. There were eyes in the stretch of woods ahead—she'd nearly been caught the last time. That was a juicy slice of info she hadn't seen a point in sharing with her new 'family'—because why give them somethin' extra to worry about? Melinoe hadn't been out there since before she joined, and they had a hard enough time just keeping fat on their ribs.

Honestly it didn't even fucking matter, they were about to find out. She raised her chin, glancing back at the patrol. "When we get up here, you all can what you want for all I care, but for fucks sake lets try not to take all day." It was early as fuck and that soft pillow in her crate was calling her home.

Hopefully, Granny's patchwork crew could handle themselves. They weren't nearly as scarred up as she was, but that wasn't surprising. They were scrawny strays that couldn't hardly afford a fight. Still, they were a lot tougher than they originally gave them credit for. She'd seen some of 'em fight. If it came to a scrap, these scraps would put up a hell of one.

Melinoe resumed their path, tail flicking over her back. When the evergreen scent pressed strongly around them, she hated the patrol. "Hold it." Her voice sliced through the quiet. She stopped a ways from the treeline, nostrils flaring, slitted eyes boring into the trees for a moment before turning to the patrol. "Here's fine, lets get it marked."

@Gaia @Rachet @Rivet @Socket @Minty
SHE/THEY ⊹ RUSTCLAWS ⊹ SOLDIER
 
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