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} brooding, overlooking the camp!
Stilled upon the quarry's ledge in that whispered moment, bathed in the thin, icy haze of their exhales, every pulse that beats in their chest felt like a dawning refrain: what happened is far from buried. Far from ended, the seed of long-standing conflict is ready to sprout and flourish yet again. It remains a bud for now, hesitant to open under uncertain skies. But once the bloom hits, once it flowers in full, there is no saying how far its tendrils might creep.
Since arriving in this territory, Lynxbite has kept their cloak of solitude tightly woven about their slender body. Some still view them as an accelerant. The kind to feed flame, and fan it into something far worse. An agitator, a catalyst, an instigator; but he'd argue otherwise, and with conviction. He isn't a feline of impetuous impulse nor a reactionary. Lynxbite lives by premeditation, and he's in it to live.
Standing there, overlooking the camp below, there's something that feels like an itch in their throat. He's aware that Juniperstar had done a great deal to ensure their survival and their place in this new land. But the gratitude isn't forthcoming, and they're unable to express the sentiment as much as they think they ought to.
This isn't about Juniperstar. It isn't about ThunderClan or any debt he may owe to its leader.
There is another debt owed, and it's to the cat that he'd failed to snuff out at the right time. Because, so long as that cat yet lives, the world is a much more dangerous place. For them, for their new clanmates, for all those beyond this rocky stretch of forest, too. A flick to their half-tail is their only display of emotion, flitting to-and-fro. They'll do what is expected of them, and no more, for the interim. Once their paws have settled on firmer ground, they will get their chance.
Since arriving in this territory, Lynxbite has kept their cloak of solitude tightly woven about their slender body. Some still view them as an accelerant. The kind to feed flame, and fan it into something far worse. An agitator, a catalyst, an instigator; but he'd argue otherwise, and with conviction. He isn't a feline of impetuous impulse nor a reactionary. Lynxbite lives by premeditation, and he's in it to live.
Standing there, overlooking the camp below, there's something that feels like an itch in their throat. He's aware that Juniperstar had done a great deal to ensure their survival and their place in this new land. But the gratitude isn't forthcoming, and they're unable to express the sentiment as much as they think they ought to.
This isn't about Juniperstar. It isn't about ThunderClan or any debt he may owe to its leader.
There is another debt owed, and it's to the cat that he'd failed to snuff out at the right time. Because, so long as that cat yet lives, the world is a much more dangerous place. For them, for their new clanmates, for all those beyond this rocky stretch of forest, too. A flick to their half-tail is their only display of emotion, flitting to-and-fro. They'll do what is expected of them, and no more, for the interim. Once their paws have settled on firmer ground, they will get their chance.
