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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The sun slanted through the leaves as she stalked along a narrow trail. Head low, shoulders jutting, amber eyes veering off into the distance. The air buzzing faintly with insects that she frequently spared an irritated swipe for. All a part of her usual routine. With or without the company of her clanmates she patrolled their borders.
Wasn't often anything became of it. Most of the time, her patrols were pretty boring. Either no one cared to stomp through their mud patch, or they were just too afraid to. But today it seemed like she was due some luck.
Fleapaw froze mid-step, ears swiveling toward the sound of voices and paws tromping through the grass. Judging from the sound of them, two pairs. She dropped onto her belly and crawled into the brush. She excitedly watched the path ahead, legs coiled and claws coming unsheathed. Fleapaw's jaw loosened, taking in the new scents on the breeze. They smelled kiinda musty and sunbaked.
She smirked and listened to the crunch of their pawsteps draw near. Her furled ears twitched. Were they stupid or what? ShadowClan's borders were pretty obvious to her, but maybe outsiders didn't know their scent like she did. Well, good if they stayed dumb. Cause oooh! If they even stepped just a claw over the border....
Her tail twitched impatiently as she waited for them to get closer. Positioned near the border's edge, hidden in the shadows. The perfect conditions for an ambush.
Please please please... this way just a little.
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We played hide and seek in waterfalls
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FLEAPAW5 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson
Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.
We were younger, we were younger