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.

IF YOU WANNA FLAY ME, LETS SEE WHAT'S INSIDE ✪ Killing+Biting

Dustystar
Dustystar

Dustystar Dustystar

Heir of Grief
WindClan
Leader
WindClan Leader WindClan Founder
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Freshkill
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✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentOnce again, their patrol has lead Dustystar to the Shadowclan border. From the hill where they stand, she can see out past the thunderpath, into the shaded marsh below. The sight makes her wistful. Beyond the stretch of flat, black stone, lies the land of her kin. Dustystar finds herself lagging behind the group, watching the underbrush sway in the humid air.

indent"You all move on ahead." Dustystar calls. "I'll catch up with you soon." Nutmegpurr, Merrystalk, and Scorchpaw have accompanied her on a hunting patrol today. Between the three of them, they've gotten a good stock of mice and voles. They should be heading back to camp shortly. Instead of joining them, Dustystar heads down the slope, towards the border. Even if she doesn't meet anyone there, it will be nice to be just a little closer to her family.

-only @WOLFPACK can respond for now! I'll let everyone else know when it's there turn ^w^-​
Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader


 

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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There were some things that would just never change, no matter how much you promised they would. Things that would never truly go away.

Thoughts that turned into actions before they'd even fully been formed, simply because that was nature. Cause and reaction. A mouse steps out of its hole, and an owl swoops down to snag it.

So there was no ceremony in any of it– no war cry or dramatic flourish. Just mud sliding down a monochrome flank and the methodical shifting on weight as Wolfpack waited, half submerged in the rotwater at the base of the hill. The air was thick with the sounds of monsters passing by on the thunderpath behind him and insects buzzing, but it wasn't enough to drown out the sound of Dustystars voice ordering her patrol to go on without her.

He blinked, letting the moment linger as the other cats slipped away and left their leader to gaze out across the thunderpath.

He wondered what she was thinking about. If she was plotting, or admiring, or wondering. None of it really mattered– it wouldn't have changed what he was about to do.

The layer of muck caked into his fur masked both his scent and his coat, turning him into something unrecognizable. A cat, surely, but with no scent or pelt to reference, all she would really see coming was his size.

Bigger than any cat had the right to be.

This wasn't personal. He bore no grudge against Dustystar, didn't even know her well enough to dislike her. But she was a leader, and that meant she had something he didn't. Or at least, she claimed to. All of them did, with that 'star' attached to their name. He'd seen it first hand with Sablestar, had watched the light leave his eyes and then come back– but he wasn't sure if the other leaders were the same.

But he would find out.

As Dusty began her descent down the slope toward the thunderpath, Wolfpack made his move. He knew he wouldn't have long– that he would have to end things quickly before the sound of a scuffle could draw her clanmates near, but he was hoping the road behind him would help cover the noise.

The distance was closed in seconds, a flash of mud-sclicked muscle bursting from the ditch with a low growl that barely registered before impact. He tried to strike her from the side with all the strength he could put behind it, knowing he would only get the one chance. He intended to make the most of it– jaws seeking her neck, claws looking to find purchase in her fur as massive paws tries wrapping around her in to try and drag her down into the muddy ditch alongside the thunderpath.

Farther away from the ears of her clanmates.

If she had favor with gods or spirits like Sable did and Juniperstar claimed to, then let her prove it to him now.

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  • ooc : — When you thought you hit the submit button, but it's been sitting in preview for like 3 hours while you worked on art XD
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  • shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars

 
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✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentThe shadow is upon her before she can react. Immense weight slams against her side, knocking her over. Her paws swing at her attacker, striking the shoulder. Claws rake through the mud and fur, slicing the skin beneath.

indentDespite her best efforts, she's helpless as the attacker stands over her. "Merry, Nutmeg! I-" Foreign jaws lock themselves around her throat, cutting off her desperate scream. Blood seeps from the wound, mixing with the dark mud smeared across her neck. Dustystar feels herself being dragged into the stillwater ditch at the base of the hill, but doesn't move to fight back. Her mind is fading, the pain and fear becoming fuzzy and indistinct. 'Ah... Is this it?'

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader


 

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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Claws raked his shoulder, a searing flash of pain he wouldn't forget any time soon, but ultimately it was too shallow to matter. It bought her nothing in the long run, save for perhaps the temporary satisfaction of knowing she'd caused her attacker a few moments of pain before the adrenaline kicked in and numbed it out. Her breath hitched beneath him and then cut short entirely as his jaws locked down, weight bearing into her throat with the same merciless efficiency of the drowning tide, dragging her down into the shallow, murky waters alongside the road.

Let me show you how Shadowclan cats bury their rivals, Dustystar. he thought darkly.

Tightening his jaws to cut off her strangled cries for help, he slammed her down roughly against the watery floor of the ditch, feeling his paws and her body sink a little farther into the muddy bottom. He thought of all the bones left scattered in the pocasin, and how generations of now-extinct Shadowclanners did the same thing, leaving their kills buried in the rotwater and damp earth of the swamp.

He wouldn't bury her quite so deep, though. Couldn't, if he wanted to see those extra lives in action-- assuming she wasn't bluffing and that 'star' suffix actually held meaning to it.

This muddy ditch would have to do.

He wouldn't relent. Not until he felt the desperate heartbeat against his tongue properly stutter to a stop.
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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO
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  • shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars

 
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