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.

Open Backwritten RTA Border WindClan It Doesn't Mean That Everything is Written for Me

This thread occurred at a date previous to its posting date.
RTA means "Return to Activity" this indicates the character was inactive for a time prior and is being reintroduced!
This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.
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SLICK

We'll tell them we're the riot hearts rebellion!
We'll tell them we're the riot hearts rebellion!
Loner/Rogue
3
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Freshkill
25
Pronouns
He/Him
Played by
ScremeEgg
The following thread takes place two days after this one
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This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom
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SLICK, He/Him / 15 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of UMBRA, mother unknown, Adoptive brother to SLY and SLASH
Has some issues with authority but only in the sense that his sense of morals are very strong, stubborn yet calm, almost dangerously selfless
Tagging [@]

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It had only been a few days since Slick had bumped into a strange little group of cats, just a pawful of them. He had no idea what they were doing picking flowers but the molly with the missing leg seemed like she knew something more than most cats did, it was weird but interesting. The older cat was a bit stiff but nothing Slick really got bothered by, he had to deal with meaner cats before. Hopefully the little ones were doing alright too.

Ultimately, Slick didn't follow that group back to wherever it was that they lived. As he had explained to this little group, he was looking for some other cats, his kin, two brothers and didn't want to potentially lose track of them. So, he went off on his own again, though he promised to return, at least to bring more useful plants or whatever in exchange for what kindness he was given. It was only fair, and if Slick was one thing, it was fair, not the type to budge from it either. Actually, to some, he was kind of annoying with how fair he was, they always said some bogus thing like "the world isn't fair" and "this attitude'll get you killed". Bah, whatever man!

Coming back from an adventure beyond the barnyard area, Slick found himself wandering closer to where he found those strange cats from a few days ago. There was something strange to this territory, it drew him here even though he knew he had to find his brothers. Why was it like this? "I.. Guess I can check in, right?" He contemplated aloud as he sat near the border to Windclan's territory.


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We're done with taking what they're giving, over faking it
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts
today
 
—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦


Hearing from the herb patrol days before about the stranger on the territory had caught Merrystalk's attention. Unsettled was an understatement; he feared, it felt like they only all just settled in this place, and strangers on their doorstep put him on edge.

While he was assured by the patrol that the cat wasn't dangerous, he was still apprehensive. The cats of the other clans seemed to have varying opinions of Windclan, but having been told he held no scent of a clan made his fur bristle. But, in the off chance he ran into the loner, he wouldn't launch into a fight immediately. Starclan knows the medicine cats didn't need another injury to deal with.

He wandered the moors, only absently searching for strange scents. But more so, he sought prey to bring back to the clan, it's what he would always be good for after all. His paws drew him barnwards, the faintest acrid scent of smoke still clung to the grass, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Often he wandered there to see what the twolegs had been up to, the rubble now long cleared, it was hard to see the crumbling remnants of what once was their home...

But it wasn't the scent of smoke that made his fur bristle, but instead the faintest scent of cat. Part of him wondered if it was just from a patrol nearby, but as a voice rang out, unfamiliar, Merrystalk's stomach turned. The stranger wasn't near camp, but he was still certain he must investigate.

Pressing ahead, following that faint scent, as he crested one of the high hills, his eyes widened a little. There, just as he expected, was a cat. Younger, but not an apprentice, with a black pelt spotted white, sat just on the edge of the territory. 'Hm. Smart kid.' Merrystalk let out a sigh, on edge for seemingly nothing, a young cat respecting borders, but still, he was curious.

The gale guard trotted ahead, trying not to seem threatening. "Aye, lad, 're ya' the one folks saw on our territory days ago?" His voice was carefully soft, eyes trained on the stranger. "What business do ya' have with Windclan?"

— And it's harder than you think,
Telling dreams from one another. —
  • Merrystalk
    ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 28 Moons
    ✦—He/Him
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
    #9D6E46
 
This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom
‎

SLICK, He/Him / 15 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of UMBRA, mother unknown, Adoptive brother to SLY and SLASH
Has some issues with authority but only in the sense that his sense of morals are very strong, stubborn yet calm, almost dangerously selfless
Tagging [@]

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Grinding the gears in his brain, Slick had to greatly contemplate if he was just going to cross the territory border here. In a few other cases he just... Wouldn't care about boundaries like these, especially if it was concerning his family, or otherwise doing the right thing overall. But this time, something was different. He didn't know what it was, in truth. Still, the young cat had a gut feeling it was deeper than just wanting to respect the kindness he was shown by a small number of cats that he had absentmindedly bumped into.

To a point, Slick got mildly frustrated with thinking so much, he was usually just doing things. He pouted as he continued to sit there, the desire to throw caution to the wind of all things gnawing at him in the back of his mind.

He may have just gone for it had he not caught the scent of an individual cat. Slick could tell that it wasn't someone he met, but he could tell my scent that it was another member of the group that the others belonged to. "Bwuh? Hey, uh. Sorry, I was lost in thought." Slick straightened up to not seem impolite. "Yeah, I did pass by two days ago, met some of you, Windclan I mean-" He described the cats that were there to the best of his ability given he wasn't around for too long. "They seemed nice." With a sigh, Slick's posture drooped as his ears flopped sadly. "The group I was with got jumped by some outright vicious rogues. The growling snarling 'only talk with their claws' type." He scoffed in disgust. "We fought em but the straw-stacking uppers that live around that way got involved and tried to catch us all." Momentarily he gestured past where the big barn was and into the wider farmlands. "So we all scattered, all of us. My gang and those rotten rogues went every which way. Haven't been able to find anyone since. As much as I'd like to find those rogues n' give em what-for, there's more important stuff I gotta do!"

With more resolve, Slick gave a determined look as best as he could even if it was tinted with worry and desperation. "I wanna find my group, yanno? But most of all, my brothers. Two of em, they were with us. I was wondering if anyone in this Windclan of yours had seen 'em by now."


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We're done with taking what they're giving, over faking it
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts
today
 
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