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.
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Lack taunted WindClan despite the fat bellies on display in their food pile. They were certainly a smaller group, enough so that some apprentices were excluded from now in the new introduction of training, handed off to the community when they were able to teach. Maremane's teeth gritted. As much as she could convince herself it was an obscure punishment from Dustystar, the decision to give her an apprentice was most likely born out of necessity.
She wondered if the leader was reluctant to pair her. Peafowlpaw was sharp, eager to explore and she was never opposed to send him away on his self-driven expeditions. Maremane had allowed him to run his routes that morning, and hoped the other warriors didn't pay close enough attention to think poorly of her for sending her student off alone.
Fate had a cruel way of keeping her on her duties, however. Even with their humble numbers, she managed to find her clanmates in their large stretch of territory all the damn time. Her claws dug into the earth as she hoped to pivot before Scorchpaw realized. Maremane barely knew the torbie, and she was not prepared to aid with whatever Scorchpaw was practicing.
However, the shuffle of her paws predicted the familiar feeling of being watched. Maremane turned slowly, biting the inside of her cheek. "...Hunting?"
@scorchpaw
She wondered if the leader was reluctant to pair her. Peafowlpaw was sharp, eager to explore and she was never opposed to send him away on his self-driven expeditions. Maremane had allowed him to run his routes that morning, and hoped the other warriors didn't pay close enough attention to think poorly of her for sending her student off alone.
Fate had a cruel way of keeping her on her duties, however. Even with their humble numbers, she managed to find her clanmates in their large stretch of territory all the damn time. Her claws dug into the earth as she hoped to pivot before Scorchpaw realized. Maremane barely knew the torbie, and she was not prepared to aid with whatever Scorchpaw was practicing.
However, the shuffle of her paws predicted the familiar feeling of being watched. Maremane turned slowly, biting the inside of her cheek. "...Hunting?"
@scorchpaw