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.
Dreampaw . trans tom (he/him) . 9 moons . apprentice of ThunderClan . mentored by tba . short and small hazel-eyed tortie with mohawk-like head tuft TAGS! ₊˚✧ ﾟ. It was midday and Dreampaw crouched low on a warm stone in camp, his fiery hazel eyes fixed intently on a lone leaf trembling in the new-leaf-promising breeze. "Behold," he intoned with a voice deep and commanding, "the art of predation perfected! This is no mere slump but a stance ordained by the very stars…one that allows me to strike before my prey even dares to dream of danger." A few bemused glances drifted his way from nearby clanmates who were busy with their own tasks, though Dreampaw stubbornly ignored the suspicion he was merely amusing them.
As he tensed and held his breath in anticipation of launching himself at the unsuspecting leaf, Cricketpaw glided over with a playful flick of her tail. "Really, Dreampaw?" she said with a tone equally challenging as it was light, "Perhaps if you spent less time reciting and more time blending with the earth, you'd catch more than just your own paws. Stealth means vanishing into the shadows without a sound, you know."
Did he really just look like some silly kid spouting poetry to a leaf? Nah! Dreampaw's eyes flashed with both amusement and stubborn defiance as he lifted his chin slightly higher, projecting the fullest image of confidence he could muster, "The Dark Warrior does not simply hide—he commands the darkness to do his bidding! I summon the very shadows to cloak my approach and shroud my every movement, ensuring that when I strike even the wind itself stops in awe." He paused, a fierce-fanged grin tugging at his lips as he became absorbed in the moment and the thought of his own grandiosity. He briefly wondered if his words sounded suitably intimidating or merely like some kit's bedtime story but quickly brushed the thought away. After all, he told himself, it's all about delivery and mine is legendary.
As he tensed and held his breath in anticipation of launching himself at the unsuspecting leaf, Cricketpaw glided over with a playful flick of her tail. "Really, Dreampaw?" she said with a tone equally challenging as it was light, "Perhaps if you spent less time reciting and more time blending with the earth, you'd catch more than just your own paws. Stealth means vanishing into the shadows without a sound, you know."
Did he really just look like some silly kid spouting poetry to a leaf? Nah! Dreampaw's eyes flashed with both amusement and stubborn defiance as he lifted his chin slightly higher, projecting the fullest image of confidence he could muster, "The Dark Warrior does not simply hide—he commands the darkness to do his bidding! I summon the very shadows to cloak my approach and shroud my every movement, ensuring that when I strike even the wind itself stops in awe." He paused, a fierce-fanged grin tugging at his lips as he became absorbed in the moment and the thought of his own grandiosity. He briefly wondered if his words sounded suitably intimidating or merely like some kit's bedtime story but quickly brushed the thought away. After all, he told himself, it's all about delivery and mine is legendary.
