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.
Leaf-bare came and went just like that, another season survived under her belt. But this season, she did not just survive... She thrived, protecting her baby sister, gaining more to her family than any other season. And today is the day, finally, where the snow has all disappeared. She notices it when she rises before the dawn even starts, rising from a makeshift nest she had shabbily put together the night before, encroaching on the farm fields. Its that moment, when her eyes no longer burn from the snow reflecting the light, that she remembers she has a promise to upkeep.
Her paws carry her with a practiced precision to a place she has been many times, to the very place she had grew up in. Her paw-steps grow quieter as she approaches, leaning down "Psst! Meadow! Wake up, come on," she keeps her voice low enough that it wouldn't rouse their mother, eyes flicking towards the sleeping body just a bit away from her sister. "We'll be back later." she murmurs quietly, as if there were any chance at all that her mother would be listening. The quiet snores coming from her say otherwise, but she cannot help but be paranoid.
It's another race, Nutmeg challenges; perhaps this would help shave off the lasting sleep from Meadows eyes, if she needed it at all. They're off in to the distance.
They reach the fence that they had stood on so many weeks ago, with Nutmeg clambering up and on top of the post, shifting over just like she had before to give Meadow some room. "Look! Isn't it pretty?" she purrs lightly, eyes bright as she looks down at Meadow, hoping to see the same sparkle in her eyes as she had when Nutmeg described it at first. She can feel her throat tighten at the fact of going past this fence-line, afraid of what is out there, what she could find... But she made a promise and no matter how much this hurt her heart, she would never back down on her word, that much she knew, that much she refused to do. Budding flowers dot the grassy moors and the morning sunrise casts a pink-orange glow against the tall blades, shrouding the earth in colors. It's breathtaking, and another reason why she enjoyed new-leaf so much. "It's your adventure, buttercup, i'll follow." she gives her permission to go forth, nodding. Wherever she went, Nutmeg wouldn't be far behind.
@Meadowpaw
Her paws carry her with a practiced precision to a place she has been many times, to the very place she had grew up in. Her paw-steps grow quieter as she approaches, leaning down "Psst! Meadow! Wake up, come on," she keeps her voice low enough that it wouldn't rouse their mother, eyes flicking towards the sleeping body just a bit away from her sister. "We'll be back later." she murmurs quietly, as if there were any chance at all that her mother would be listening. The quiet snores coming from her say otherwise, but she cannot help but be paranoid.
It's another race, Nutmeg challenges; perhaps this would help shave off the lasting sleep from Meadows eyes, if she needed it at all. They're off in to the distance.
They reach the fence that they had stood on so many weeks ago, with Nutmeg clambering up and on top of the post, shifting over just like she had before to give Meadow some room. "Look! Isn't it pretty?" she purrs lightly, eyes bright as she looks down at Meadow, hoping to see the same sparkle in her eyes as she had when Nutmeg described it at first. She can feel her throat tighten at the fact of going past this fence-line, afraid of what is out there, what she could find... But she made a promise and no matter how much this hurt her heart, she would never back down on her word, that much she knew, that much she refused to do. Budding flowers dot the grassy moors and the morning sunrise casts a pink-orange glow against the tall blades, shrouding the earth in colors. It's breathtaking, and another reason why she enjoyed new-leaf so much. "It's your adventure, buttercup, i'll follow." she gives her permission to go forth, nodding. Wherever she went, Nutmeg wouldn't be far behind.
@Meadowpaw
