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.
charitypaw
LIKE MACHINES DO
One day, they will all be gone. Fed to wolves and the earth itself, their souls will be driven from their bodies and all that remains will be useful again. But what of the interim? Charitypaw doesn't chase away fate nor desire, nor does she find it in herself to shame those who desire to live, even if to spite death. But is it not demeaning to destiny to stave off the end? A poultice, a bandage, a steeped leaf and the water it soaked in... All remedies to hold away Death and his horsemen... Is that wrong?
It's an ongoing line of questioning for Charitypaw. The Clan she's joined has cats that are skilled in the art of warding away sickness and injury. Are they horrid in their attempts to preserve what's left - or simply unaware? Charitypaw could even wager a guess that they believe in the "StarClan" of it all, and that it's their belief system that keeps them anchored to this waking world. And now the molly, no longer a working cog in that old rogue group, has no need to hunt down the few (or many) who defy her gods and her views. Just in time, perhaps; she doesn't think she could harbor additional souls in her chest.
But could she, in good faith, help these cats? Feeding them, arranging nests... each are tasks not necessarily important to their roles rather than their loose survival. But herbs? The very thing that could be life or death? It feels wrong.
And yet, Charitypaw holds a bundle of stems beneath her chin, her long tail swaying behind her. "Gladebloom?" she calls the elder first, then her apprentice with the same lilt, "Meadowpaw? I've found something with sturdy roots. I'm not sure if it's any use for you..." With hope, it's not, with luck, it may be.
@Meadowpaw