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.
Pebblespaw
Smile, the worst is yet to come.
PEBBLEPAW
You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death
A hush had fallen around what remained of them, shadows stretched long by the firelight still dancing faintly in the distant woods. The acrid tang of smoke clung to their pelts, their lungs, their memories. Pebble sat in the center of it all, frozen and ghostlike, the starlight catching on the ragged edge of his curled ear. It hadn't quite hit him yet... No, it couldn't.... Because if it did, he knew he wouldn't be able to breathe. He would choke. His sides heaved, chest pulling in shallow bursts, smoke-scorched and trembling. His paws were planted, but he didn't feel the earth beneath them. There was no barn here. No sweet scent of straw, no soft belly of Mama Alder to press into, no flicking tail of Ice nearby, grumbling at him for being too nosy again. Just soot. Just silence. Just space where warmth used to be.
But something inside him moved, a sliver of clarity breaking through the thick fog of grief. Maybe it was the realization that eyes were watching. That someone, somewhere, might still need him. " We need... " his voice cracked like burnt wood, barely a whisper, but sharp with sudden purpose. " We need to do a headcount. " He coughed, wincing at the pain in his throat, but he kept going. " Check... if everyone's here... " His voice was dry and brittle, but steadying with each word. " Go after the ones who aren't. Keep them close to the group. We can't... " His breath hitched. " We can't leave anyone behind. "
He wasn't sure if he was talking about the others, or about himself. About Mama Alder. About faer... Someone nearby murmured home, and Pebble's eyes finally closed, his whole body giving a shudder like a leaf in the wind. He wanted to go home too. More than anything. But home was gone. He too wanted to curl up against mama Alder... With Nip and Ice close to him, the warmth and comfort of home. Of family. Of safety... He wanted this... But it was gone... Was it? No, no... He needed to bring everyone back together... He'd keep everyone together.
And when he found Mama Alder again, he'd tell faer all about how brave he had been.
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