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.
juniper
with the imminent threat of her own self-orchestrated demise set aside (and the harrowing understanding of what StarClan's power truly meant), a newfound urgency to foster in ThunderClan's next group of leaders rushes beneath the surface of every thought. the will to teach them, to mold them, to hope that every honeyed word that she says vying for peace might be taken to heart and ferried into the future policies of her successors. that meant raising up those who'd proven themselves promising... potential comes in many different colors, vast in its breadth. if you knew where to look, maybe you could find it in anyone... maybe that's what Owlbark hated most about her.
the willingness to kindle a spark where-ever a piece of flint laid dormant and expectant.
she strides with more surety and steadiness than the last time she'd summoned up her clan for a meeting, squinting at the corners of her eyes in a small that reaches at sincerity, even if a little dulled by their hardships. "I've need of your attention please," the spotted tabby calls out, sweeping her tail in a grand arc before turning to scale up the half-fallen tree-trunk behind her. the view from up here is refreshing, watching the dotting of bright eyes and eager ears sitting at alert to listen.
"In light... of the recent changes in our ranks, I've decided it's about time we filled in the holes left behind by those who chose paths better suited for them. So... Copperstorm... Ghoststrike. I'm asking you if you'd become part of our Storm Guard... To serve as pillars of our community, to guide your clan-mates... to lead patrols and secure our borders." this would be the most important part... hammering down the details. finding new faces to trust... ones that would stick around to truly help in founding stability and constancy.
"I won't bite... if you say no," she thinks to add with a sheepish folding of her ears.
the willingness to kindle a spark where-ever a piece of flint laid dormant and expectant.
she strides with more surety and steadiness than the last time she'd summoned up her clan for a meeting, squinting at the corners of her eyes in a small that reaches at sincerity, even if a little dulled by their hardships. "I've need of your attention please," the spotted tabby calls out, sweeping her tail in a grand arc before turning to scale up the half-fallen tree-trunk behind her. the view from up here is refreshing, watching the dotting of bright eyes and eager ears sitting at alert to listen.
"In light... of the recent changes in our ranks, I've decided it's about time we filled in the holes left behind by those who chose paths better suited for them. So... Copperstorm... Ghoststrike. I'm asking you if you'd become part of our Storm Guard... To serve as pillars of our community, to guide your clan-mates... to lead patrols and secure our borders." this would be the most important part... hammering down the details. finding new faces to trust... ones that would stick around to truly help in founding stability and constancy.
"I won't bite... if you say no," she thinks to add with a sheepish folding of her ears.
✮- @GHOSTSTRIKE @Copperstorm -- CONGRATS TO OUR NEW STORM GUARDS !!!
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juniperstar
leader of thunderclan
eight lives remainignore me
