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.
There's something Owlbear's gotta do. She has been putting it off for too long… clouded by her own grief, busy with kits and family. But now the dust has settled, Windclan has taken shape, slowly but surely. Now she must make things right– her father wouldn't want her leaving young Comet to wallow any longer. She is sure Comet blames himself, because in a delirious moment of pain and grief, Owlbear had blamed him too. But not anymore. She blames her father… her father, who was good till the very end, never putting himself first… if she could be even a little bit like him…
She finds Comet in the camp, and picks up a piece of freshkill on her way to him– something to break the ice. Once she's reached him, she puts down the mouse, and touches her tail to his shoulder.
"Comet, darlin', how're you doing?" She asks, voice soft and round at the edges. "We didn' really get a chance to talk, did we? Since the fire, I mean. And I feel awful bad about that, 'cause you know we– Hoot, me and Chicken, and Bushrunner too, and the kits– we always thought of you as one of our own, didn' we? You're part of the flock. And I've been leavin' you out in the cold, and I'm real sorry about that. The kits are dyin' to get to know their cousin, you know?" She cracks a smile here, pushing the mouse towards him. "So don't go avoidin' them anymore, alright? They love playin' with you. And it'd give me some peace of mind, knowin' you were keepin' an eye on 'em too."
