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.
Spoiler warning: Plot and/or ending details follow.
Hollow
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AFFILIATIONS
PRIOR AFFILIATION: Kittypet
CURRENT AFFILIATION: Barncat
BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION
AGE: 33 Moons
GENDER: She-cat
PRONOUNS: She/Her
ORIENTATION: Unknown
NAMES
CURRENT NAME MEANING HERE
PRIOR NAMES: Mr. Whiskers
NICKNAMES:
KIN
DAM: Unknown
SIRE: Unknown
LITTERMATES: Unknown
MATE: None
FORMER MATES: None
KITS: None
OTHER KIN: None
EDUCATION
CURRENT MENTOR/APPRENTICE: None
FORMER MENTOR: None
FORMER APPRENTICE: None
APPEARANCE
Hollow is a tall, lithe, black spotted ghost tabby with low white spotting around her muzzle, neck, legs, and right ear. She has bright amber eyes.
PERSONALITY
Hollow is, at heart, a very sweet she-cat. She tries her best to get along with others, though often feels isolated and like nothing quite clicks with other cats like it's supposed to. She often finds herself metaphorically stepped over and ignored if she tries to put her thoughts out there, and ends up sitting in the background while the louder cats voice their opinions.
She absolutely loves kittens, and helping out anywhere she can at the barn, whether it be hunting for a mother who is recovering from her kitting, or keeping the kits distracted to give the mother or other family a break. She has no hopes of ever having her own litter one day, and while that may pain her, she puts her energy toward helping the other mothers raise their kittens instead.
HISTORY
Hollow was born to a small twoleg home to an un-neutered she-cat who had many litters before. Then named Mr. Whiskers, she was raised with her siblings until they were deemed old enough to be given away to different homes. Separated from her family, yet well loved by her new two-legs, she thrived for quite some time as the only cat in the household. She was safe and comfortable, and well into adulthood when things went wrong.
She never knew why it happened, but one day things slowly started disappearing from the house, and then she found herself dumped in a foreign landscape. Everything unfamiliar, and no two-legs to keep her safe, she quickly went hungry and had to tap into her instincts to survive. It's only thanks to the kindness and help of strangers that she found herself in such a comfortable position in the barn.