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.
Wake up, train, go to bed. Wake up, train, go to bed. Rinse and repeat, over and over, the days drag on and on. Theres nothing new aside from the same old emotions that threaten to explode out of them... But today, today is new. Cloudberrypaw and her take a walk, and Hemlock doesn't really remember the last time they spent one on one time together. It's nice, and maybe she would have enjoyed it if the silence between them didn't lead to overthinking. She missed this, really, she did, she had missed the time she spent with her siblings, the only thing that provided relief, albeit temporary, from the negative thoughts.
Displeasure and apathy floods through their veins as they pad along. Their fur raises alongside their spine like quills, but that could be brushed off as normal Hemlock behavior, looking constantly terrified was kind of her whole thing. Nothing else. Asides from the very occasional smile, of course, shes quick to suppress everything else. After all, what had Cicadabuzz said? The world doesn't stop for your pain, Hemlock-kit. There is always work to be done. Their voice, now, is grating as they hear it in the back of their mind, of the lack of warmth it held. Something sad brews in their chest, now, lighting alongside... Anger...? Hemlock-kit had been emotional, had felt too much. A crybaby, a bullied kit. They resist the urge to sneer, something akin to desperation now trying to claw its way out of her throat.
Why can't anyone love me?! They want to cry. They want to wail. They want to wallow in their self-pity and never come out ever again. Why can't I just be enough?! Tears threaten to drop to her paws but she doesn't let them. It's a terrible, terrible game she plays with herself. She hates this game with a burning passion. You will grow stronger if you focus. Maybe if they do things the way others tell them to, they will feel better. Maybe they'll stop searching for meaning in every single word, stop hoping.
Hemlock draws to a stop all of the sudden. "S-SSsorry? Did you say s-something?" they stutter over their s's, sounding more hissed than anything as they turn their head to Cloudberrypaw... Or maybe it had just been apart of their imagination? Regardless, an even face scrutinizes their sisters own.
Displeasure and apathy floods through their veins as they pad along. Their fur raises alongside their spine like quills, but that could be brushed off as normal Hemlock behavior, looking constantly terrified was kind of her whole thing. Nothing else. Asides from the very occasional smile, of course, shes quick to suppress everything else. After all, what had Cicadabuzz said? The world doesn't stop for your pain, Hemlock-kit. There is always work to be done. Their voice, now, is grating as they hear it in the back of their mind, of the lack of warmth it held. Something sad brews in their chest, now, lighting alongside... Anger...? Hemlock-kit had been emotional, had felt too much. A crybaby, a bullied kit. They resist the urge to sneer, something akin to desperation now trying to claw its way out of her throat.
Why can't anyone love me?! They want to cry. They want to wail. They want to wallow in their self-pity and never come out ever again. Why can't I just be enough?! Tears threaten to drop to her paws but she doesn't let them. It's a terrible, terrible game she plays with herself. She hates this game with a burning passion. You will grow stronger if you focus. Maybe if they do things the way others tell them to, they will feel better. Maybe they'll stop searching for meaning in every single word, stop hoping.
Hemlock draws to a stop all of the sudden. "S-SSsorry? Did you say s-something?" they stutter over their s's, sounding more hissed than anything as they turn their head to Cloudberrypaw... Or maybe it had just been apart of their imagination? Regardless, an even face scrutinizes their sisters own.
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@cloudberrypaw
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HEMLOCKPAW ♡
( apprentice of shadowclan )❥ tall spiky-furred lilac ticked tabby with low white & blue-violet eyes
❥ mentored by hollowmist
❥ peaceful powerplay allowed & welcomed
❥ penned by chuff
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