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.
{$title} Riverclan pays a surprise visit to Windclan's borders. It seems like Riverclan wants to discuss something?
He hated this.
The journey to Windclan was arduous and it wasn't just because of how far the other clan was from their home, but it was due to how suffocating the patrol was. Pigeonpearl was a part of his council and while he was more than aware of their strained (putting it extremely lightly, huh) relationship due to the more than amazing council meeting... He was not fully prepared by how much she made it known with cold silence and eyes that judged his every step. As for Stormswirl? It felt as if the warrior wanted to combust Pikestar through glares alone. Downyfeather was the only one who was somewhat okay... In short, he just wanted to be in his nest already. Sleeping to forget this most atrocious patrol.
It is only when a familiar scent reaches his nose that he stops. Definitely no mouse or dog. He had only vaguely gotten a hint of Windclan's scent from Maremane. It wasn't foul smelling or anything like that, but he couldn't pin point what exactly it was. They had smelled like smoky woods, yet there was a hint of something earthy? It was hard to explain.
Pikestar would carefully proceed, stopping every once and awhile to take in the scents. He was looking for a border marker. Given the very fact that the other clans had borders of their own, then Windclan must have borders of their own. A few sunrises have passed since Maremane wandered into their land, but that doesn't mean Windclan hasn't been marking their own borders. They must have been marking them. How often? He had no clue, but there had to be some place where the scent was the strongest. A clear sign that they've staked their claim on their land. If not... Then this would be challenging. He's almost given up hope, until he catches whiff of a powerful scent. Here it has to be here.
The silver tom looks back at his patrol and nods.
Whether or not they have more to add is cut short when a patrol comes into view. Windclan's patrol wouldn't have been able to hear him, but they could smell them for sure. Green eyes watched as the patrol started padding in their direction. He tries to suppress his laughter when he sees one Windclanner thoroughly confused and shocked that Riverclan would be here. Its a fair reaction, one he's certain he'll have himself if he were in the warriors paws.
The windclanners come to a stop at the edges of their border, watching them. I guess that's my cue to speak. And so, with a nod, he begins,
// PATROL TAG: @PIGEONPEARL @SHARKPAW @STORMSWIRL @downyfeather
canonically this patrol takes place May 26th! This thread will count towards the site event with five posts on the thread as well! Feel free to jump in!
The journey to Windclan was arduous and it wasn't just because of how far the other clan was from their home, but it was due to how suffocating the patrol was. Pigeonpearl was a part of his council and while he was more than aware of their strained (putting it extremely lightly, huh) relationship due to the more than amazing council meeting... He was not fully prepared by how much she made it known with cold silence and eyes that judged his every step. As for Stormswirl? It felt as if the warrior wanted to combust Pikestar through glares alone. Downyfeather was the only one who was somewhat okay... In short, he just wanted to be in his nest already. Sleeping to forget this most atrocious patrol.
It is only when a familiar scent reaches his nose that he stops. Definitely no mouse or dog. He had only vaguely gotten a hint of Windclan's scent from Maremane. It wasn't foul smelling or anything like that, but he couldn't pin point what exactly it was. They had smelled like smoky woods, yet there was a hint of something earthy? It was hard to explain.
"I'm picking up their scent. We'll move carefully from here on out. The last thing we want is to accidentally wander into their lands."
While he's uncertain about Windclan actually chasing them off or resorting to violence first, he is certain of this: Riverclan can't afford any more mistakes.Pikestar would carefully proceed, stopping every once and awhile to take in the scents. He was looking for a border marker. Given the very fact that the other clans had borders of their own, then Windclan must have borders of their own. A few sunrises have passed since Maremane wandered into their land, but that doesn't mean Windclan hasn't been marking their own borders. They must have been marking them. How often? He had no clue, but there had to be some place where the scent was the strongest. A clear sign that they've staked their claim on their land. If not... Then this would be challenging. He's almost given up hope, until he catches whiff of a powerful scent. Here it has to be here.
The silver tom looks back at his patrol and nods.
"This is as close as we can get. Now all we have to do is wait."
Oh, how he loathed waiting for far too long. However, this too was a test. Windclan did not owe them their time. Its not like they knew Riverclan would be arriving today. They were simply going about their own lives. Surviving. Just like the rest of them. If anything they could use this time to decide what they would say or how they should act."While we wait, I guess I should just go over what my plans are."
Couldn't hurt to take a seat either. We've been walking since sunrise and by the time we get home the moon will be shining. With a sigh, the leader takes a seat. "I want to speak with their leader and make it clear that our borders are to be respected. Then, I'll inform to be wary of Shadowclan. Is that fine with everyone?"
While he doesn't look at Pigeonpearl, he hopes she doesn't use this to her advantage and start airing out their business. It was obvious enough that something happened between the pair. All he was asking was whether or not they thought he should add more to the agenda. He wouldn't mind, but there was a reason why it was so short. This was their first official meeting with the clan after all. They shouldn't start demanding things from them. Whether or not they have more to add is cut short when a patrol comes into view. Windclan's patrol wouldn't have been able to hear him, but they could smell them for sure. Green eyes watched as the patrol started padding in their direction. He tries to suppress his laughter when he sees one Windclanner thoroughly confused and shocked that Riverclan would be here. Its a fair reaction, one he's certain he'll have himself if he were in the warriors paws.
The windclanners come to a stop at the edges of their border, watching them. I guess that's my cue to speak. And so, with a nod, he begins,
"Hello Windclan. My name is Pikestar. Leader of Riverclan."
He can't afford to think of their reaction to such news. No, that would make him lose sight of his goal. The purpose of being here. He simply smiles, "I am happy to finally meet you. Apologies for how long overdue this meeting is. I would like to ask if I may speak to your leader?"
Hopefully that was good enough. I didn't come across as mean, right? I didn't want to waste their time, so I kept it short and simple.// PATROL TAG: @PIGEONPEARL @SHARKPAW @STORMSWIRL @downyfeather
canonically this patrol takes place May 26th! This thread will count towards the site event with five posts on the thread as well! Feel free to jump in!
