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.
Dark clouds circle above Hawkstar's head, threatening some pallid attempt at a springtime squall to match the leader's stormy expression. The proud king of the skies, it seemed only fitting that the weather seem to be affected by the comings and going of her tantrums. StarClan's chosen certainly had a way of showing the favor she curried with their ancestors - intentionally or not.
"To me," but the flick of her tail today was no lazy action upon instinct, no, today came a stern beckoning, the kind usually followed by a tempest. Electric blue whizzes from pelt to pelt, measuring the expressions in turn with her own jaunted glare.
Clearly, Hawkstar had no intentions of letting go what had transpired the last weeks.
"It has become crystal clear to me that some people believe that this is the clan in which we may do whatever we want, which is so funny because not even under Coffeestar were we able to just give ourselves our own agendas. Or do I forget the reign I supported for so many seasons so readily?"
Coffeestar is wielded in front of her clan like an olive branch, even if the steely glint of her successor's teeth prove more like a weapon than an offering between them. Ironwood, wrapped tightly around the standing roots of the pines, choking out the softer ferns that might have been. Electric blue flicks past Fitzgerald and Flowercloud, both carved in Coffeestar's image - even more than her own protege,
A mockery of the dead.
"Cometglow, you will be my new deputy. Congratulations, very good, meet me in my den after this. Good? Good." Flowercloud is not mentioned, barely passed over, and the motor-mouth promotion is skipped along with all the pomp and circumstance as a daily report: let's keep it moving, people, nothing to see here.
"Stormcrow," Hawkstar clips forward, putting on the distinct airs of being unbothered, even if the words that fell from her maw were more hail than summer rain, "take over Teaselpaw's training assignments. I fear that they have lost valuable lesson time in exchange for dalliance. You will report their progress to myself, directly. And Fitzgerald," temps the serpent, glittering darkly against its own wicked scales, "I expect Milkheart's kits to have round bellies by sundown."
/ raaaaaah late post ; will do the other half of the announcement here once ppl get in to reply but YES congratulations styx w cometglow as our temporary deputy for a few months !!!! wheeeee !!
"To me," but the flick of her tail today was no lazy action upon instinct, no, today came a stern beckoning, the kind usually followed by a tempest. Electric blue whizzes from pelt to pelt, measuring the expressions in turn with her own jaunted glare.
Clearly, Hawkstar had no intentions of letting go what had transpired the last weeks.
"It has become crystal clear to me that some people believe that this is the clan in which we may do whatever we want, which is so funny because not even under Coffeestar were we able to just give ourselves our own agendas. Or do I forget the reign I supported for so many seasons so readily?"
Coffeestar is wielded in front of her clan like an olive branch, even if the steely glint of her successor's teeth prove more like a weapon than an offering between them. Ironwood, wrapped tightly around the standing roots of the pines, choking out the softer ferns that might have been. Electric blue flicks past Fitzgerald and Flowercloud, both carved in Coffeestar's image - even more than her own protege,
A mockery of the dead.
"Cometglow, you will be my new deputy. Congratulations, very good, meet me in my den after this. Good? Good." Flowercloud is not mentioned, barely passed over, and the motor-mouth promotion is skipped along with all the pomp and circumstance as a daily report: let's keep it moving, people, nothing to see here.
"Stormcrow," Hawkstar clips forward, putting on the distinct airs of being unbothered, even if the words that fell from her maw were more hail than summer rain, "take over Teaselpaw's training assignments. I fear that they have lost valuable lesson time in exchange for dalliance. You will report their progress to myself, directly. And Fitzgerald," temps the serpent, glittering darkly against its own wicked scales, "I expect Milkheart's kits to have round bellies by sundown."
/ raaaaaah late post ; will do the other half of the announcement here once ppl get in to reply but YES congratulations styx w cometglow as our temporary deputy for a few months !!!! wheeeee !!
