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.
Whatever ire had been spit at Fitzgerald, the wrath bubbling just under the surface towards her deputy was something even Hawkstar could not fully comprehend. The stalk back to her den was one accentuated by the sharp twist of her hips, the fur along her back spiked into a ridge, each little hair mimicking the frosted blades of spine-grass that blanketed their forest - no, her forest. She was SkyClan's leader, the cat entrusted by StarClan to provide a safe, functional home for the cats she held domain over. And yet, how could she call herself king over the empire she had inherited when her people were so desperate to disregard her at every turn?
The lichen curtain is tossed aside with one violent thwap of her tail: the sound of a whip against the crumbling bark of the pine. Electric blue spins wildly to meet Flowercloud's gaze, no more settled by slight privacy than she was by Fitzgerald's pathetic attempts at backpedaling. Serpent's venom wells up in her again (snake-like, her wedge-shaped head suddenly a portent of danger rather than indomination.)
"What right do you have to question my authority in front of my clan?" spittle collects in the corners of her mouth, foaming slightly in the recesses of her maw, so stretched, pulled up at the edges to form a madmen's grin, "In what iteration of your reality do you find it prudent to directly challenge me in front of a warrior, a warrior who abandoned your child to run off on his own whims no less. Is that not familiar to you, Flowercloud?"
She bodily throws Crowsight to her, tossing his absence in implication like a weapon, a knife aimed directly for the soft spot between her ribs - fleshy and beating and no doubt already crippled by the mate who had left, the one that Hawkstar had not cared to use against her... until now.
"I thought you strong for your conviction despite that betrayal, I thought your children brave for continuing on. And yet when another housefolk-obsessed milksop shows their true colors, again, you decide that their pathetic excuses outweigh the will of your leader. 'The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code.' or so you have chosen to forget. Tell me, Flowercloud, why should I continue to advocate for a pitiful deputy who can't even remember the Code she is meant to uphold in my absence?"
The lichen curtain is tossed aside with one violent thwap of her tail: the sound of a whip against the crumbling bark of the pine. Electric blue spins wildly to meet Flowercloud's gaze, no more settled by slight privacy than she was by Fitzgerald's pathetic attempts at backpedaling. Serpent's venom wells up in her again (snake-like, her wedge-shaped head suddenly a portent of danger rather than indomination.)
"What right do you have to question my authority in front of my clan?" spittle collects in the corners of her mouth, foaming slightly in the recesses of her maw, so stretched, pulled up at the edges to form a madmen's grin, "In what iteration of your reality do you find it prudent to directly challenge me in front of a warrior, a warrior who abandoned your child to run off on his own whims no less. Is that not familiar to you, Flowercloud?"
She bodily throws Crowsight to her, tossing his absence in implication like a weapon, a knife aimed directly for the soft spot between her ribs - fleshy and beating and no doubt already crippled by the mate who had left, the one that Hawkstar had not cared to use against her... until now.
"I thought you strong for your conviction despite that betrayal, I thought your children brave for continuing on. And yet when another housefolk-obsessed milksop shows their true colors, again, you decide that their pathetic excuses outweigh the will of your leader. 'The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code.' or so you have chosen to forget. Tell me, Flowercloud, why should I continue to advocate for a pitiful deputy who can't even remember the Code she is meant to uphold in my absence?"
