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.
It has been almost a moon since the heist on RiverClan led by ShadowClan. Yet somehow, the air is still thick with tension. Cats don't often seem to find themselves in a neutral state these days; emotions are fraught at best and hostile at worst. Frostmoth has put his head down. He focuses on one singular thing: getting his duties done the exact way he is supposed to. He finds himself disinterested in socializing, finding that he is either too tense to enjoy it or that it seems to devolve into commiserating. And there is only so much commiserating to be had before it turns into beating the proverbial dead horse. He finds that he finds comfort in the presence of few of his clanmates, just as it had been not too long ago in the shipyard.
Somehow today, he's finished everything that he can think of by sunhigh. He's already been on two patrols- one border and one hunting- that have both been fruitful, and he's dealt with some other minor things. The only other thing he can think of to do is find Peachtrot for some weaving practice, but he thinks his handiwork might be better served elsewhere if his attempt with Russetfall were any indicator of his skills. Frostmoth sits awkwardly by the camp entrance, as if he isn't sure what to do with his own body. He tips his head back to look at the sky, and shafts of light filter down from the rainforest canopy overhead to warm his face. The voices of his clanmates' idle chatter reach him, and the warmth on his face is met with a warmth in his body.
Frostmoth stands to move toward the freshkill pile, nicely supplied by the morning patrols, and picks himself a modestly sized trout to enjoy on this pleasantly dry day. He settles close to the reeds that line the camp walls, listening idly to the breeze rustling them ever so slightly as he begins the first hearty meal he's been able to stomach in weeks.
- cute, casual camp thread <3 ponder about current events or don't! this is a present thread, so it's almost been a full moon since the heist occurred
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★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 20 moons
— penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
— longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
— peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
- penned by carat!