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.
WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN
STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US
There was a part of Ghost that was glad he hadn't had to kill Moth– there was rarely ever joy to take in killing a cat, and he certainly wouldn't have found any level of satisfaction against one that was neither a trained fighter nor someone he felt any personal ire against. Moth was just a cat. One Ghost had no particular feelings toward at the moment outside of a vague frustration over having been stopped by him in the first place. The striped brute didn't belong to this colony and he didn't intend to fight their wars for them. Had said as much to Thunder only a few minutes prior when he'd left the other on the edge of the fight, intending to disappear into the treeline never to be seen again.
That plan had not changed.
Moth had wisened up and taken off, leaving Ghost mostly unscathed. Behind him he could hear the battle playing out, catches yowling and screeching as they tore into one another, the scent of blood and fear heavy in the air around him. Despite his usually solid discipline, dark eyes found themselves glancing back to where he'd left blue eyes and chocolate fur to find the spot empty.
He probably jumped right in the second I turned my back.. The thought, which was meant to be one more thing to disapprove of, felt oddly hollow.
Not my fight. He reminded himself as he turned back toward the treeline, determined to leave.
OOC- She would have just seen him and Moth finishing their scuffle, with Moth getting out of there before Ghost could do any serious damage. They're right on the edge of the fighting, closest to the treeline :)
"Going somewhere, big guy?" Her voice was low, saccharine sweet as always but there was a bitter curl in her words that accompanied the show of her teeth. There is blood dripping from her forelegs, a dark burgundy patch soaking her paws and a mean gleam in her mismatched eyes as she stalked forward from the edge of the treeline to stand directly in front of Ghost. While he was large, she was just as big a cat-build stocky with strong limbs and a wide set chest. It would be a close fight regardless, the stoic tom was everything she wasn't-grimly tenacious with the scars to show his plentiful battles - whether those be from losing said battles or not it was hard to say but Halfy didn't look like a combatant herself most the time. Of her siblings she was the least likely to fight, not for any reason other than sheer insistence it was beneath her unless necessary and this, well, this was necessary. The blood of Currant on her paws has to mean something, it has to be worth something. She can't just have killed for no reason, accidental or no.
With a rare burst of speed, she often didn't run as it ended up ruining her fur, the torbie launched herself forward without much ceremony or hesitation; locked into her decision now and unwilling to alter her path. She did not make any feints, no attempt to throw Ghost off by swaying from side to side, instead she went full force right into him, chest to chest with her paws out to try and knock them both over.
WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN
STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US
Fuckin' hell. Couldn't these cats leave him be?
There was a different kind of exhaustion in those dark eyes of his as they met Halfys, something bone-deep and resigned to it's fate. The Coalition had been right, after all it seemed. The world was filled with dogs waiting to eat you– these ones just wore catskins in order to blend in and get close. But it was still kill or be killed. A war he hadn't agreed to be a part of.
And as he stood there at the ready and watching her– waiting-- it felt much more real than it had with Moth, whose uncertainty he could read from a mile away. He'd known the other tom didn't have the fortitude to kill him, but there was none of that hesitation here on the shecat, just the blood of another cat on her paws. That, combined with the noise and chaos unfurling a short distance away–
It was unsettlingly familiar.
Why she'd chosen Ghost of all cats to satiate her bloodlust with hardly mattered, but if he had to guess it was likely just guilt by association– his punishment for always being seen with one of Hawthornes cats.
He wondered, morbidly, if he might be allowed to die this time.
Either way, he'd make her work for whatever victory she hoped to gain here.
Her charge was straight-on, and a part of him almost appreciated the lack of fancy tactics. He braced himself for the impact, rising up to meet her as they clashed together, chests meeting and claws grappling. Ghost grunted from the force of it, feeling the impact in every bruise still lining his body. There was a moment where he thought she might succeed in tipping them sideways, but he somehow managed to keep them grappled and upright, hind claws gouging marks into the frozen earth beneath them in their strain to keep his balance.
With a violent jerk of his crown he aimed to smash his skull into her face, hoping the suddenly explosion of pain caught her off guard enough to be shoved stumbling backwards.
OOC- just barely managed to hold his balancein the grapple! Is attempting to headbutt miss halfy in the face and shove her away!
future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars
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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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