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
there are a hundred poor reasons to pick a deputy.
as she untangles her legs from the flurry of unsteady paws that swarm around her, Juniperstar finds her thinking to be as vaguely shaped as morning fog. they are loud... and unruly... and in constant demand of her time- when was she meant to have a moment of quiet? or a second to encourage others towards the direction of the owl tree that had been scouted out for hunting? how could she keep up with their earnest reports about murky cat scent near that stretch of tarmac when the kittens rose their voices to shrill screams as if to talk over the adults that interrupted their discovery of the limits of their lungs?
it isn't as though she can say it doesn't amuse her... doesn't inspire a relief in the cracks of a tattered heart... but they are a level of disturbance that can't be overlooked.
so maybe it's just that he'd been kind in every passing glance... maybe it was his optimistic sense of duty, not diluted in the slightest since they'd endured a midnight massacre and come out alive on the other side. maybe someone could say that his pelt is so flamboyant compared to the earthy tones of most others that he is simply eye-catching and there is little merit beyond that. they are rumors she would not asauge with any grand speech... in fact, as eager teeth reach towards her belly furs while she stands, Juniperstar looks hardly considerate of who her gaze finds at all.
they yank without knowing themselves, earning a suppressed hiss of surprise, quickly bending down to try to coax the mischievous kit to stop climbing at her legs to reach up for her. "I know, I hear you..." whether that's enough to appease them or not is another subject entirely... and just as quickly as she'd moved to reassure them, her head lifts again, picking up her legs alike a hesitant deer to nimbly trot over the top of their heads, closing the distance between herself and her target with a burst of energy spawned from nothing.
"Brightpetal," the chocolate molly meows in greeting, reaching forward to brush her cheek against his (he's something of an affectionate tom, if she remembers right). "It's good you're here actually..." her tail whips like a reed in the wind, almost wild with its anticipation. "I need some help and I trust that you'll do so thoughtfully and with everyone's best interests at heart..." not just the living- selfishly her heart squeezes, desperate to encourage the voice of someone who would not forget the dead either. "You'll be ThunderClan's deputy..."
it is hardly a question seeking consent, so self-assured that the answer would be a resounding yes. her ears sit forward, awaiting the reply she expects with a small tilt of her lips into a hopeful smile. "Make sure that everyone's going out to hunt, don't send anyone towards the rock piles by that Dark Path, there's likely snakes nesting there. And uhm... thank you." already there are sniffles of disapproval from the kittens, teetering their way towards her to interrupt what is a very important and impromptu meeting. "As soon as they're sleeping I'll be hunting too... Just let me know if you have any questions. You'll do great."
With any luck, better than she did at Thornstar's side.
as she untangles her legs from the flurry of unsteady paws that swarm around her, Juniperstar finds her thinking to be as vaguely shaped as morning fog. they are loud... and unruly... and in constant demand of her time- when was she meant to have a moment of quiet? or a second to encourage others towards the direction of the owl tree that had been scouted out for hunting? how could she keep up with their earnest reports about murky cat scent near that stretch of tarmac when the kittens rose their voices to shrill screams as if to talk over the adults that interrupted their discovery of the limits of their lungs?
it isn't as though she can say it doesn't amuse her... doesn't inspire a relief in the cracks of a tattered heart... but they are a level of disturbance that can't be overlooked.
so maybe it's just that he'd been kind in every passing glance... maybe it was his optimistic sense of duty, not diluted in the slightest since they'd endured a midnight massacre and come out alive on the other side. maybe someone could say that his pelt is so flamboyant compared to the earthy tones of most others that he is simply eye-catching and there is little merit beyond that. they are rumors she would not asauge with any grand speech... in fact, as eager teeth reach towards her belly furs while she stands, Juniperstar looks hardly considerate of who her gaze finds at all.
they yank without knowing themselves, earning a suppressed hiss of surprise, quickly bending down to try to coax the mischievous kit to stop climbing at her legs to reach up for her. "I know, I hear you..." whether that's enough to appease them or not is another subject entirely... and just as quickly as she'd moved to reassure them, her head lifts again, picking up her legs alike a hesitant deer to nimbly trot over the top of their heads, closing the distance between herself and her target with a burst of energy spawned from nothing.
"Brightpetal," the chocolate molly meows in greeting, reaching forward to brush her cheek against his (he's something of an affectionate tom, if she remembers right). "It's good you're here actually..." her tail whips like a reed in the wind, almost wild with its anticipation. "I need some help and I trust that you'll do so thoughtfully and with everyone's best interests at heart..." not just the living- selfishly her heart squeezes, desperate to encourage the voice of someone who would not forget the dead either. "You'll be ThunderClan's deputy..."
it is hardly a question seeking consent, so self-assured that the answer would be a resounding yes. her ears sit forward, awaiting the reply she expects with a small tilt of her lips into a hopeful smile. "Make sure that everyone's going out to hunt, don't send anyone towards the rock piles by that Dark Path, there's likely snakes nesting there. And uhm... thank you." already there are sniffles of disapproval from the kittens, teetering their way towards her to interrupt what is a very important and impromptu meeting. "As soon as they're sleeping I'll be hunting too... Just let me know if you have any questions. You'll do great."
With any luck, better than she did at Thornstar's side.
✮- @BRIGHTPETAL -- anyone is welcome to overhear !
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juniperstar
leader of thunderclan
nine lives remainignore me
