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.
he is a wild child with a wanderer soul that dances with the stars. he has a free spirit, a reckless mind, and a rebel heart that isn't meant to be tamed. love his wild and you will never lose him.
Lostmoon had grown clingier in the past few days, belly the size of an elephant's foot left him unable to do much but waddle helplessly and tuck himself away from the rest of his clanmates with Wolfstorm or Duskpool beside him. It made him mourn the loss of his mate's soothing presence. Jaggedstorm had always known when he needed based on the subtle mannerisms Lostmoon did without realizing. His heart felt heavy, happiness dulled and left floating as he slumbered, wishing for childish fantasies and the soothing touch of his mate's paw against fluffy fur.
When it came, he'd been nestled beside Wolfstorm, leaving him withering against his brother's side. It sent the petite tom tittering on a tightly stretched rope. His face pressed against Wolfstorm's raven fur, muffling his cries of anguish. Stars. Who let him have kits again? He didn't want this. He wanted them out. Get them out! His body rippled with contractions, teeth-gritting to muffle another whimper of pain. "Want them out." His voice strained, barely registering the claws sinking into Wolfstorm's outstretched paw or the pained grunt erupting from the male's throat.
The first made him tear up at how identical she was to his deceased mate. His mind short-circuited. His body was still wracked with feverish pain until Wolfstorm's rumbled tone urged him to lap her silvery albino fur with whimpered words of apologies. "Mistkit." He murmured tiredly.
The next was blue and cream. "Echokit." He uttered softly, rasping a tongue over their tiny frame with bloodshot eyes. How could he when the cat beside him should be their father? "Let's hope you aren't as loud as I am." He teased awkwardly, staring at the black ticked feline with misty irises, body barely supporting itself, leaning entirely against Wolfstorm's sturdy frame still smelling of what little herbs the clan's meddies had.
His chest heaved, pink irises screwed shut when another contraction rippled through his stomach, drawing a muffled whine from the caregiver. Please let it be the last one. He'd give anything. Just let this be the last one.
It was another chimera where half its tiny frame resembled his father. "Lotuskit." He whispered. His body grew limp, tired from the emotional and physical strain. His owlish gaze rimmed with tears, and he stared at his kits with a sudden rush of love that made him choke, his fluffy tail curling around his nursing kits.
He did it. And if he had to go through this again, he was going to murder someone. "My babies." He giggled, watching them with raw love. It hurt. He loved Jaggedstorm, but this was so much more. He created these ugly little creatures. Beautiful. But ugly.
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ooc—— the usual warnings for birth ^^ @echokit @mistkit @lotuskit @SWALLOWPAW
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still, there is this terribledesireto beloved
still, there is thishorrorat beingleft behind -
lostmoon he/him
♡ a petite black smoke albino mackerel tabby chimera with pretty owlish pink eyes and vitiligo
♡ caregiver of skyclan
♡ forty-five moons; ages on the 1st of every month
♡ speech thought attack
♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
penned by blueblossomtea
