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.
He'll learn your face by heart
BUT YOU'LL BE IN BLACK & WHITE IN HIS EYES
He was acutely aware of his mentor's 'deal' of sorts with the cinnamon apprentice; everyone was really. Even Magpiepaw knew about how she had absolutely devastated the herb stock and while before he might have not given it much thought now he had the knowledge of its importance, of how difficult it was to keep those plants gathered and secure, maintained safely to be used in emergencies. What Fleapaw had done was nothing short of a death sentence, but truthfully he didn't like her being forced to replace them with no real understanding of what was necessary, what they looked like and how safely to harvest. Cicadabuzz had their methods and ways, he knew not to question his mentor but it was beginning to look like Fleapaw would be an elder by the time she had paid her debt and there was no rule stopping him from also benefiting from this arrangement. The black and white kitten stepped unsteadily forward, cutting off her path to the medicine cat den with wide violet eyes as he took in the clump of plant matter and dirt in her maw, "Those are weeds. Those are useless, you will dirty the den."
His tail flicked as he half turned to gaze inside, wondering if his mentor was present or out wandering the marshlands before honing back in on Fleapaw, "You do a poor job. You only make them angry. Bring me along and I will review your findings, I will check them first so you do not waste Cicadabuzz's time. "
While still learning uses and applications, he was familiar enough with the herbs currently in their stores to recognize potential and importance even if he was still struggling with a few of the names - his eyes would better note what was needed and more importantly he could get out and about the camp more often and easily if he could have accompaniment.
"...in return you can bring me treasure from the junkyards." Sparkling, shimmering, strange little bits and baubles, he wanted to go and collect them himself but he couldn't and it was terrible. "...or you can keep rolling in the dirt and continue to be eternally bound to herb gathering."
His tail flicked as he half turned to gaze inside, wondering if his mentor was present or out wandering the marshlands before honing back in on Fleapaw, "You do a poor job. You only make them angry. Bring me along and I will review your findings, I will check them first so you do not waste Cicadabuzz's time. "
While still learning uses and applications, he was familiar enough with the herbs currently in their stores to recognize potential and importance even if he was still struggling with a few of the names - his eyes would better note what was needed and more importantly he could get out and about the camp more often and easily if he could have accompaniment.
"...in return you can bring me treasure from the junkyards." Sparkling, shimmering, strange little bits and baubles, he wanted to go and collect them himself but he couldn't and it was terrible. "...or you can keep rolling in the dirt and continue to be eternally bound to herb gathering."
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In the flick of a feather, he flies to your side
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MAGPIEKIT
— kitten of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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