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.
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WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN
STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US
OOC-- Timeline wise this takes place after this thread. The chunk of his missing ear is making things sound weird and he's having some minor spatial awareness issues. Just a matter of getting used to things and recalibrating, but it's enough of an excuse for him to seek out Serpent (since he usually would not).
His hunt that morning had been a complete disaster. No prey, just a pelt full of twigs and thorns and a light bruising to whatever remained of his ego. It wasn't the first time he'd fucked up or had been unlucky– you didn't get good until you'd failed a whole lot– but it'd been a while since he'd made such massive blunder in front of another group of cats like that. It left the surly tom feeling irritable, like he was some large-pawed apprentice again who was too big for their body.
Which led him to pausing outside of the den belonging to the Thunderclan medic.
As a general rule, Ghost did not like to be touched by strangers. He didn't trust them and he didn't like the feeling he got when there were unwanted paws poking around at him. It was why, up until that very moment, the dark-furred tabby had completely avoided visiting Serpent to be seen about the missing ear Halfy had given him, or the fresh clawmarks along his hip where Moth had gotten his claws in.
But he had to know if this was going to be an on-going issue or not. It'd been a while since the battle, enough time for the wound to have scabbed over and begun the process of healing itself. In the beginning the thing had hurt so damn much that he hadn't even realized anything was wrong beyond the initial sting and ache of torn flesh. It was only once that subsided enough for him to actually begin moving and using the ear again that he realised something was off. He could hear just fine still, the general volume of things just as audible as before– but he was having issues pinpointing things correctly.
Which is how he'd ended up clawing his way out of a bush earlier that day.
He wasn't sure what the exact protocol was for this sort of thing. Thunder had mentioned that she shecat's kits were inside and he wasn't keen on being clawed in the face for intruding. So he cleared his throat a bit awkwardly as he stepped toward the dens entrance, hoping to announce his presence before calling, "Serpent?"
@serpentberry
future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars
