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.

MY ONLY SUNSHINE [ dustystar ]

wheatwhistle

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(★) dusk has fallen over the moors as windclan settle in for another night beneath the stars. warriors share tongues, discussing their busy days. apprentices giggle and loll about, chattering and comparing battle tactics. the elderly warrior lays with his tail tucked neatly around his side, a small rabbit at his paws as he watches his clan. a soft yawn curls his tongue, and dual-hued eyes flick across camp, noting the leader's den. as a shape emerges from it, wheatwhistle is quick to raise his tail, beckoning over the queen of the moors. "dusty," he calls, tone warm and welcoming. "come share this bunny w'me." it's a request, but he'd be hard pressed to take no for an answer. windclan's young leader looks harried and stressed, her verdant gaze dull. "c'mon now," the elderly tom coaxes his granddaughter, patting the earth beside him. as the woman makes her way over, she will trigger a rusty purr from the man's throat.

bending his neck, he takes a small bite of the rabbit, savoring the meaty taste as he chews and swallows. a large paw pushes the meal to dustystar, expectant eyes waiting for her to take a bite. the older tomcat finds peace in the warm scent of his kin, her dusky fur a captured memory of his now deceased daughter. "how're you, m'gal?" he asks, drawing his tongue across her pelt. "been an odd few weeks, ay? yer clan is thriving, though."

DEEP GREENS AND BLUES ★ ARE THE COLORS I CHOOSE
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  • WHEATWHISTLE ★ HE / HIM, WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER. 106 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
    an orange tabby tom with low white and one gold eye, and one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.
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✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar has had a long, arduous day. She'd been tasked with helping Goldenroar set up patrols, deciding what cats would go where. To avoid upsetting her clan, she had given herself the most difficult job, a patrol along the gorge and to the sleeping, yellow monster at the north of their territory. The day had been spent in the humid air, with the sun beating down on her back and stones digging into her weary paws. Now that she's done, she just about wants to collapse.

indentAs she settles into her den, though, hunger nags at her stomach. Miserably, Dustystar lifts herself from her nest, and exits the comfort of her burrow.

indentWheatwhistle is there to greet her when she emerges. "Peepaw." she purrs, approaching the elder and swiping a tongue along his orange fur. "Thank you very much. It's kind of you to share such a fine meal." And it is a fine looking meal. Eagerly, Dustystar crouches down, nuzzling into the fur and taking in the rich scent of preyblood. She begins to tear away the soft fur as her grandfather speaks.

indentDustystar licks the blood off of her lips as she considers her words. "I'm doing well enough. Everyone is fed, the borders have been secure. There's nothing I could complain about." And yet, there's a nagging feeling in Dustystar's chest that she can't shake off. It seeps out of her, unsightly, even as she tries to hide it from Wheatwhistle. "I 'spose I am a bit... tired, though."


Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader


 
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