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.
DUSKPOOL
Never been much of a climber. Not with his bulk, but that ain't to say he never clambered up onto the lower branches. He just preferred stayin' on the solid ground. With a rumbled sigh, Duskpool gathered his wit, haunches coilin' tight in preparation to spring, wonderin' how his life came to this exact point. He grumbled lowly, leapin' up the textured bark and onto the first low-hangin' branch.
With a grunt, Duskpool settled onto the thickest part of it, some lengths closer to the thick trunk to peer above where some of his clanmates resided, unimpressed. He ought to enjoy bein' higher up, but he was doin' just fine where he was, not entirely thrilled to clamber up to the finer branches and risk smashin' his head in. "Think I'll stick to the thicker branches. Ain't keen on turnin' into fox food." He mused with a slow, guttural drawl.
we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept
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DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
ᯓ★ eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
ᯓ★ speech thought action
ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted -
