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.

Open Backwritten Camp I THINK THE APPLE'S ROTTEN RIGHT TO THE CORE | Herb + Clan Patrols (May/June)

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
Frostmoth
Frostmoth

Frostmoth

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RiverClan
Deputy
RiverClan Deputy RiverClan Founder
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Freshkill
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Frostmoth does his job. He does what he's told, he always has. He is loyal and obedient like a dog. 'Like a child,' he thinks bitterly. Such thoughts have begun to dominate the young deputy's mind, and though it is true that he is extremely young (and had been even shockingly younger when he'd been named to his position) he feels as if he is under some sort of leader-apprenticeship. Though he has won over the respect and confidence of the remainder of the council, the most recent convening has only proven to Frostmoth that he is somehow inferior to his leader and medicine cat. He lives in a shadow. Hasn't that always been so?

Frostmoth does his job. He does not complain. Dawn comes as early as the sun had set the night before, and an antsy RiverClan meets him in the still-crisp morning air for the patrols Pikestar had promised them in the day prior. The bicolor tomcat meets his clanmates with a flat expression. He conveys no gumption nor any dissatisfaction. The once cracked-open door has shut again. He moves to the front of the crowd with stilted strides and turns to face them with that same stiffness ringing residually in his body like a hollow bell.

Frostmoth does his job. He looks at the cats in front of them and begins to deliver what he has promised. "As Pikestar mentioned, we'll be sending out more border patrols on a regular basis, but we need to send out a few for diplomatic reasons too," he begins dryly, a certain lack of enthusiasm coats his tone "I'm staggering them a few days out. I only want one patrol going out at a time so that our camp remains guarded in case of an emergency." His mind goes back to the night of the heist. Following Smokewreath towards the ShadowClan cat while his medicine cat fights for himself. Frostmoth nearly winces. He collects himself. "Peachtrot will lead the patrol to ThunderClan, and with her she'll take Wavesong, Twinklepaw, and Coyoteclaw," he announces first "ThunderClan has been respectful, but remember that they are outsiders. Keep your guard up even if they are as civil as we remember them to be. You'll set out today." He moves on, eyes landing on Pigeonpearl despite who is supposed to be leading the next patrol. "WindClan's patrol will be lead by Pikestar, and with him he'll be taking Pigeonpearl, Stormswirl, Downyfeather, and Sharkpaw," he nods to each of them (even Pikestar) before tipping his head in thought and continuing "We don't know very much at all about WindClan. Be careful. We aren't sure were they may or may not align themselves. Your patrol will head out a few sunrises from now."

He hates to think that their enemies might have allies sooner than they do. He clears his mind by moving on: "A patrol will go to ShadowClan to speak with their leader and draw a hard line with them. This patrol will be lead by Russetfall, and with her Pikestar, Iciclepaw, Willowburn, and Crescentpaw," he doesn't want to think of that the outcomes could be for this one, given what happened only two nights ago "Be firm. ShadowClan are our enemies now, but it will not be wise to pick a fight with them. Your patrol will leave a week from now to give us ample time to plan." He doesn't waste time before moving onto the next "Finally, I want to make contact with our other neighbors in SkyClan again. I'll lead this patrol, and with me I would like to take Dogflicker, Smokewreath, and Thunderpaw. We'll leave a few sunrises after the patrol to ShadowClan. Our contact might not be fruitful, and I want ample time to prepare." Frostmoth finds himself settling a little. His fried nerves seem to calm. He concludes with a final request "Jinglemoon will need a lot of help recouping what has been lost. Although he will have Rainpaw and Pineheart to help him as he recovers, he will need a lot more paws. Please extend your help to them. RiverClan has to work together if we want to become stronger."

Frostmoth does his job. His patrol announcement ends unceremoniously. There are no frills, no fanfares, and no complaints. He moves into the crowd as they murmur and begin to shuffle apart to go about their day, likely relishing in the still-cool air of the morning. Early fog rolls through the canopy of trees overhead, likely to say goodbye as soon as the sun has fully crest itself over the horizon. He finds himself enjoying this moment, lingering among his clanmates. But the deputy knows he has a role to fulfill, and before he can get too carried away he finds himself seeking his sister, eager to get a hunt in before it starts getting too hot.

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