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.
Said I heed you, your every need
My heart, my liege, mi capitán
My heart, my liege, mi capitán
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Nonna squinted at the heap in front of her. A half-sunken machine, three rusted cans, and a hunk of melted plastic. The fattened flies buzzing overhead seemed satisfied, but Giavanna had higher standards than heat and rot.
"Bah. No personality in this batch," She muttered, prodding a can with a claw and promptly wrinkling her nose. Where was the real treasure? The spools of metal, the jingly toys, the shiny nonsense. The no-furs were holding out on them this week, clearly.
She turned, sweeping her gaze across the crew. Her eyes narrowed on one of the younger cats with a greasy sock half-hanging from their mouth. She cringed watching them try to inhale it like a starving baby bird. "Idiota! Spit that out right now or I'll be burying you with it!" She snapped, hobbling forward to snatch it away. The major sighed with a disgusted wiggle of her paw as the soggy article was discarded. "That is not a snack."
Giavonna gave them a long stare before she moved off, wholly unconvinced that they wouldn't try so again. Over the years, it never ceased to amaze her the sorts of things these idiot children were willing to devour. The current batch was not even all that starving! Oh, but if they could fit it in their mouths, to them, it was no different than a fresh mouse.
A little farther off, another was digging with more purpose, tail flicking as they unearthed a scattering of dull screws and scrap. Nonna wandered over, limping slightly with each step.
"What've you got there?" She hummed, leaning in over their shoulder to inspect the efforts of her workers, as any collector of fine goods should.
Speech, thoughts/emphasis
"Bah. No personality in this batch," She muttered, prodding a can with a claw and promptly wrinkling her nose. Where was the real treasure? The spools of metal, the jingly toys, the shiny nonsense. The no-furs were holding out on them this week, clearly.
She turned, sweeping her gaze across the crew. Her eyes narrowed on one of the younger cats with a greasy sock half-hanging from their mouth. She cringed watching them try to inhale it like a starving baby bird. "Idiota! Spit that out right now or I'll be burying you with it!" She snapped, hobbling forward to snatch it away. The major sighed with a disgusted wiggle of her paw as the soggy article was discarded. "That is not a snack."
Giavonna gave them a long stare before she moved off, wholly unconvinced that they wouldn't try so again. Over the years, it never ceased to amaze her the sorts of things these idiot children were willing to devour. The current batch was not even all that starving! Oh, but if they could fit it in their mouths, to them, it was no different than a fresh mouse.
A little farther off, another was digging with more purpose, tail flicking as they unearthed a scattering of dull screws and scrap. Nonna wandered over, limping slightly with each step.
"What've you got there?" She hummed, leaning in over their shoulder to inspect the efforts of her workers, as any collector of fine goods should.
Speech, thoughts/emphasis
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