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.
Jinglemoon's paws thrummed beneath him though where they were taking him even he wasn't quite sure. He moved through the terrain of RiverClan's territory with surprising ease even at this speed, as though his paws were being guided by something unseen, something with extensive knowledge of every right spot to place a paw no matter how fast you were going. He never once slipped nor tripped despite never hesitating before springing or stepping, every move was with purpose. He might've noticed this miracle of luck had his mind actually been on where he was going but right now? Now that he wasn't facing his niece's hopefully face all of what had happened at that council meeting had come flooding back. Maybe he wasn't truly running anywhere in particular at all he was just running in hopes of escaping the fresh memory it made.
Eventually his paws would carry him to the edge of RiverClan territory, not to any of the sides that bordered their neighbours nor four trees but to the opposite end that bordered no one's land in particular, just up past where the Ash Glade was. Only once reaching here did he finally slow his pace as he approached the water that ran here too. Without looking around to see if any cat was around the medicine cat with frighteningly little hesitation would plunge his entire head under the water of the river's surface and just yell. Bubbles rushed from his maw and the water softened his cries to nothing more then mere muffled murmurs but that was the point, to not really be heard. Just like how he hadn't been back there in his den either.
Jinglemoon would only bring his head back up to gasp for air once it was desperately needed, coughing and spluttering all the while as water dripped from the fur of his chin and cheeks. He moved to plunge back under but paused when his ocean blues spotted something-- Or more someone across the river from him.
Eventually his paws would carry him to the edge of RiverClan territory, not to any of the sides that bordered their neighbours nor four trees but to the opposite end that bordered no one's land in particular, just up past where the Ash Glade was. Only once reaching here did he finally slow his pace as he approached the water that ran here too. Without looking around to see if any cat was around the medicine cat with frighteningly little hesitation would plunge his entire head under the water of the river's surface and just yell. Bubbles rushed from his maw and the water softened his cries to nothing more then mere muffled murmurs but that was the point, to not really be heard. Just like how he hadn't been back there in his den either.
Jinglemoon would only bring his head back up to gasp for air once it was desperately needed, coughing and spluttering all the while as water dripped from the fur of his chin and cheeks. He moved to plunge back under but paused when his ocean blues spotted something-- Or more someone across the river from him.