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.
The moor was quiet—breathless—clouds drifting across the sky like ships over a silver sea. Light spilled between in scattered veils, softening the shimmer of her white pelt as she tread softly among the gorse and windswept dips, each step is a ripple across a brittle sea.
The open land left her feeling untethered, as though one strong gust might carry her off entirely. ThunderClan's territory was not as cloaked as ShadowClan's, but it still offered shelter in its thickets and trees. Here, the fields were far too bare, too exposed—and she dreaded to imagine how much brighter it would be under an unbroken sun.
The wind combed the hollows, dry and sun-warmed. It didn't carry the rich earthiness she was used to, and the soil felt too parched for the spongy things she loved to thrive. She sighed inwardly but soothed her disappointment with a new mission to find any manner of herbs that didn't grown in the shade-dappled woods. Some herbs flourished in sun and wind, and this place had both in abundance.
Then a scent drifted—soft, unfamiliar—brushing against her senses like a lullaby. She turned with the breeze, eyes narrowing on a flash of purple nestled low in the golden grass. Slender stalks, tiny clustered blooms, bright and vibrant against the beige.
Stilldream drifted closer, collecting brittle seedheads that clung to her flowing pelt. The ghost paused above the flower, head tilted, curiosity glinting behind her frosted lashes. She leaned closer, inhaling the scent before leaning back with a gentle smile. "Mmm… my, how lovely~" Then with care, she nips a few stems free, weaving them delicately into the plumage of her tail.
The open land left her feeling untethered, as though one strong gust might carry her off entirely. ThunderClan's territory was not as cloaked as ShadowClan's, but it still offered shelter in its thickets and trees. Here, the fields were far too bare, too exposed—and she dreaded to imagine how much brighter it would be under an unbroken sun.
The wind combed the hollows, dry and sun-warmed. It didn't carry the rich earthiness she was used to, and the soil felt too parched for the spongy things she loved to thrive. She sighed inwardly but soothed her disappointment with a new mission to find any manner of herbs that didn't grown in the shade-dappled woods. Some herbs flourished in sun and wind, and this place had both in abundance.
Then a scent drifted—soft, unfamiliar—brushing against her senses like a lullaby. She turned with the breeze, eyes narrowing on a flash of purple nestled low in the golden grass. Slender stalks, tiny clustered blooms, bright and vibrant against the beige.
Stilldream drifted closer, collecting brittle seedheads that clung to her flowing pelt. The ghost paused above the flower, head tilted, curiosity glinting behind her frosted lashes. She leaned closer, inhaling the scent before leaning back with a gentle smile. "Mmm… my, how lovely~" Then with care, she nips a few stems free, weaving them delicately into the plumage of her tail.
Coin Flip for Success: Heads → Illness → Lavender
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OOC: — @MAREMANE
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