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.
{$title} galepaw formally introduces himself to a kitten he's had his eye on for a while
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It was watching, as it often did. Even when curled upon a rock somewhere in the camp, or tucked away in some hidden crevice or crack, it was watching. Even asleep, the birds watched for him—though getting anything worthwhile out of them was an entirely different story. They were distractible, hare-brained, flighty little things. Birdsong was nothing more than information to him these days, each whistling note telling him some piece of information about the world around him... though he really didn't need to know so much about bugs. The birds were cawing a new song today, though. One that warned him of little paws, devilish little beasts scampering after everything that moved. Little things that mewled and scrapped for any sort of attention. Stared with big, wet eyes, begging for anyone to notice. Ah, Wave's kittens must be free.
Gale had his eyes on a few of the little scraps of fur, interestedly noting each flawed step, each miscalculated leap. It was not often they got to see such nature in progress, little hearts hammering away in such small chests. It was not all that long ago he watched them be born, watched them fight for their first gasp of air. And.... well, fight the ground, it seemed.
A singular brow raised quietly as he watched the palest of the bunch seem to scrabble with the floor, digging little trenches with impossibly small claws. At first, the tom merely assumed he was digging for some kind of grub beneath the surface... that is, until the pathetic mewling hit his spiraled ears. By all the stars above, was he stuck? After a moment of watching with interest, the pale lynxpoint sighed gently and roused himself from his place of watching. With gentle steps, he neared the kit. Galepaw couldn't help but pause and regard the struggling beast, little paws flailing for any sort of grasp. This sort of situation could be comical to some, but others...
The calls of the birds made his ears twitch, hungry jeers at the little helpless thing. They wouldn't dare come close to the camp, not when Galepaw was around anyhow, but it didn't stop the hungry cries at such easy prey. With a gentle scoff at the reminder of mortality, Gale leaned down and secured his teeth to the little things fragile tail. With an easy tug, the kit came loose with a resounding Pop!
"Foamkit, is it?" Gale greeted him softly, blue eyes devoid of much emotion regarding the pale kit. It knew who he was, of course he knew who he was, but feigning ignorance often went much better he found. The tom peered over at the ragged hole that Foam had found himself in and let out a soft whistle. It must've been some long-dead vole's hole, or some other kits creative project that had gone forgotten. "Awful deep hole you found yourself in." It noted impassively.
- @foamkit your oldest friend awaits
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Galepaw
✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 8 Moons
✦—He/They/It
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
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