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.
Incessant mewing made his head groggily roll to the side. Squinted eyes glared out over the edge of his nest, and a familiar ball of fluff melded into view. Oh, yeah. I'm responsible for her. Right.
"Alright already." He grumbled, slowly rising to all fours as his mind whirred with the multitude of ways he could send @F l e a p a w off anywhere else. He had already tasked the younger cat with helping collect bedding, picking up, and practicing on her own. Sitting up slowly, he slouched forward and bent, kicking out his front legs and pulling himself upright in a long stretch.
A crack followed, and his jaws smacked with satisfaction. His vision now unblurred, he noted it was midday at the least. Shit. Good thing it was Fleapaw and not someone else. Gritting his teeth, he pondered what the next best course of action would be. It was unlikely he could keep getting away with bumming the scrap off onto other mentors for much longer before he got some moody looks. Several cats began to pass by, and Possumgrin awkwardly waved to them with a little tail twitch. Keeping up airs was growing more troublesome by the day.
Sure, having this position was a nice way to do close to whatever he pleased, but why did it have to come with so much socializing? He hated it.
Looking back down at his pupil, the tom gave in. "You ready to train today?" He asked in a sluggish meow, ears wilted by the idea of having to move himself further from his nest. Without waiting for a response, he turned and led the way for the smaller feline. His tail practically dragged behind as he watched other mentors walk along with their myriad of fluffballs. This kid better not embarrass me. He knew Fleapaw had a history of getting up to no good, and for the life of him, he could care less.
However, with his image on the line, that just wouldn't do. He spotted a familiar figure within the smaller crowd, and his trajectory changed with a small smile now adorning his face. Perfect! An easy out would be some sparring! Plus, she wasn't an eyesore in the least, and he wasn't always against making a friend or two.
Maybe Fleapaw could stretch her own wings a bit and stay out of his fur for a change. "Hey! Mind if we join you @Mothbite ?" They nearly trilled to the warrior, tufted ears twitching and his once-gloomy tail now waving with invitation. Passing a quick glance to the other's own student with minimal interest before beaming a brighter smile back to the older of the two.
OOC backwritten prior to flea's illness!
"Alright already." He grumbled, slowly rising to all fours as his mind whirred with the multitude of ways he could send @F l e a p a w off anywhere else. He had already tasked the younger cat with helping collect bedding, picking up, and practicing on her own. Sitting up slowly, he slouched forward and bent, kicking out his front legs and pulling himself upright in a long stretch.
A crack followed, and his jaws smacked with satisfaction. His vision now unblurred, he noted it was midday at the least. Shit. Good thing it was Fleapaw and not someone else. Gritting his teeth, he pondered what the next best course of action would be. It was unlikely he could keep getting away with bumming the scrap off onto other mentors for much longer before he got some moody looks. Several cats began to pass by, and Possumgrin awkwardly waved to them with a little tail twitch. Keeping up airs was growing more troublesome by the day.
Sure, having this position was a nice way to do close to whatever he pleased, but why did it have to come with so much socializing? He hated it.
Looking back down at his pupil, the tom gave in. "You ready to train today?" He asked in a sluggish meow, ears wilted by the idea of having to move himself further from his nest. Without waiting for a response, he turned and led the way for the smaller feline. His tail practically dragged behind as he watched other mentors walk along with their myriad of fluffballs. This kid better not embarrass me. He knew Fleapaw had a history of getting up to no good, and for the life of him, he could care less.
However, with his image on the line, that just wouldn't do. He spotted a familiar figure within the smaller crowd, and his trajectory changed with a small smile now adorning his face. Perfect! An easy out would be some sparring! Plus, she wasn't an eyesore in the least, and he wasn't always against making a friend or two.
Maybe Fleapaw could stretch her own wings a bit and stay out of his fur for a change. "Hey! Mind if we join you @Mothbite ?" They nearly trilled to the warrior, tufted ears twitching and his once-gloomy tail now waving with invitation. Passing a quick glance to the other's own student with minimal interest before beaming a brighter smile back to the older of the two.
OOC backwritten prior to flea's illness!