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 winds of change begin to shift in the forest. swallowpaw feels a new weight on her already aching shoulders, a new job has been added onto her never-ending pile– diplomacy. it's a relief to have medicine cats who are a short trip away, eager to help (hopefully), and friendly (hopefully). all she has to do is gather them together. first, though, she has to let the most important cat know what exactly she's trying to do.
swallowpaw isn't afraid of hawkstar. why would she be? there's nothing terrifying about the king who could bite her head off if she so pleased, or how she looks down at her clan, venom seeping through the electric blue eye. the medic remembers the first day she sat on council, in their old camp, huddled inside a den that once belonged to coffeestar. the dull greys of the rocky interior muddied out hawkstar's coat, she asked her former mentor if herbs were prepared, while swallowpaw sat behind him.
now, the young medic isn't sure where she stands on the king's council. swallowpaw knows that her rank doesn't make her boss of everything, but there's still a level of responsibility, right? she decides not to think on that any further.
there are more significant things she has to do. like, seek out her leader. "hawkstar?" swallowpaw thanks she stars she was able to find her. "um, i have, something... there is... you–" she stops herself to inhale, then exhale, before shutting her eyes tightly. "i met thunderclan's medicine cat apprentice rowanpaw and we're going to meet the others. but there's more."
swallowpaw isn't afraid of hawkstar. why would she be? there's nothing terrifying about the king who could bite her head off if she so pleased, or how she looks down at her clan, venom seeping through the electric blue eye. the medic remembers the first day she sat on council, in their old camp, huddled inside a den that once belonged to coffeestar. the dull greys of the rocky interior muddied out hawkstar's coat, she asked her former mentor if herbs were prepared, while swallowpaw sat behind him.
now, the young medic isn't sure where she stands on the king's council. swallowpaw knows that her rank doesn't make her boss of everything, but there's still a level of responsibility, right? she decides not to think on that any further.
there are more significant things she has to do. like, seek out her leader. "hawkstar?" swallowpaw thanks she stars she was able to find her. "um, i have, something... there is... you–" she stops herself to inhale, then exhale, before shutting her eyes tightly. "i met thunderclan's medicine cat apprentice rowanpaw and we're going to meet the others. but there's more."
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