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.
lifetimes has passed since swallowpaw was here last. before, she was a trembling mess, about ready to fall over from stressing herself to exhaustion. she feels lighter as she walks through the dark tunnel leading to the moonstone, whiskers brushing against the cool stone. skyclan's connection with starclan used to be tucked away in a cave, decorated with moss. elders used to say that medicine cats could hear the whispers of their ancestors, but for generations, nothing seemed to reach their ears.
the moonstone glitters from inside it's domain, the crack in the ceiling opens enough to illuminate their surroundings; swallowpaw finds herself squinting even though it's the middle of the night. she doesn't push herself forward until every cat is at least laying down near the stone, heads tucked, ready to dream. her neck cranes until her nose brushes it, and her eyes flutter closed.
starclan felt brighter. the lush, starry foliage blooms in an endless greenleaf, territories weave together because they don't fret over borders. it smells of nothing, but swallowpaw finds herself comforted by nostalgia she thought was lost. her paws feel itchy as the stardust glitters around her, wanderlust for a place she truly wants to explore, but it doesn't feel right to explore when she's still flesh and bones. the first skyclan medicine cat in generations to really see their ancestors. someday, she reminds herself, she will be here– there is an end to all of this.
the moonstone glitters from inside it's domain, the crack in the ceiling opens enough to illuminate their surroundings; swallowpaw finds herself squinting even though it's the middle of the night. she doesn't push herself forward until every cat is at least laying down near the stone, heads tucked, ready to dream. her neck cranes until her nose brushes it, and her eyes flutter closed.
starclan felt brighter. the lush, starry foliage blooms in an endless greenleaf, territories weave together because they don't fret over borders. it smells of nothing, but swallowpaw finds herself comforted by nostalgia she thought was lost. her paws feel itchy as the stardust glitters around her, wanderlust for a place she truly wants to explore, but it doesn't feel right to explore when she's still flesh and bones. the first skyclan medicine cat in generations to really see their ancestors. someday, she reminds herself, she will be here– there is an end to all of this.
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