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 Camp I've been afraid of growing up || intro

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
cinderpaw.

cinderpaw. cinderpaw.

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{$title} This takes place before apprenticeship!!!

'get down from there, Cinderkit!'

The call was all too familiar as his claws gripped into the wall of the nursery, his back legs prepped to run up the wall and spring off, the kits zoomies unbelievable. "But I was already-" 'no buts-' and her voice droned on as Cinderkit let out a puff of a sigh, ears flattening against his skull. Soft pink eyes rolled dramatically, mouth opening and closing as he mocked Snowveils words.

She droned on, and Cinderkit found words turning into a hum in the background as instead, he slipped through the entrance of the nursery to escape into the brightly lit day. Sure, he knew respect, but he was also told don't interrupt adults- so instead, he'd find a hole in that statement, and escape. He was sure snowviel wouldn't notice immediately.

No one ever said he didn't have bees for brains.

He in fact did. And that started with chasing a butterfly through camp. Clumsy paw led by another clumsy paw, disproportionate fluffy white body quickly moving through camp. And with a simple strike, he held a paw onto a dusty wing, claws flexing to threaten the yellow and black creature as his jaws opened and neared it.

He heard they tasted good, a dare from another kit before that he'd finally take up. What could it harm?

//Mentions @snowveil

cinderpaw - 5 moons - skyclan apprentice - mentored by cherry
 

DUSKPOOL​
"Get that outta yer mouth—" He uttered loudly, paw raised to smack it out of his son's paws before the little bugger went and ate the poor thing. His molten iris narrowed, starin' down at his son with muted affection, though annoyance coiled deep within his gut. He sighed wearily, reachin' down to flick the kid's forehead. "Quit shovin' stuff in yer mouth, kid." He uttered gruffly, hard brow raised. "Adventurous bugger, ya are." He muttered under his breath, glancin' toward the nursery. Gonna get grey fur before ya become warriors. He huffed lowly. Better yet, send the old bastard to an early grave.

Reckon Shiori had been worse when he'd been a squirt like Cinderkit here. His lips quirked sadly at the thought of his first litter. Likely long dead by now. With a huff, Duskpool crouched down, wooly plumage gesturin' for Cinderkit to clamber onto his shoulders. "Hurry on up, kiddo." He rumblde gruffly. "Think it's time we tell Snowveil where ya ran off to, eh?" Stars know the caregiver dealt with enough.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  • DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.

    ᯓ★ sun guard of skyclan during coffeestar and hawkstar's reign
    ᯓ★ father to almondpaw and cinderpaw
    ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
    ᯓ★ eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
    ᯓ★ speech thought action
    ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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