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.
SO BURY ME AS IT PLEASES YOU, LOVER
Tigger's place is nice, normally Asphodelpaw would have some lingering concerns over his... house friend? There might even be concerns for how much of the journey is left to go but instead his mind can't part from his littermate. Death is natural, it's something that Asphodelpaw has been vocal about since their own brush with it but as of right now he feels a shake in the foundation of her beliefs. Death is fine and a friend when it's near her, the tightness of lungs and a constricting throat amongst an asthma attack is considered fondly. Whereas the frantic splashing of water and the call for Coffeestar, it was awful. He never wants to hear it again, even if it is ever stuck in her mind. A certain gust of wind, a shrill bird cry, she can hear it then too. Even in the static of the electronics in Tigger's house, it's all too much.
They hadn't spoken about it yet, she doesn't want to make Ponypaw's experience worse by bringing such terrible things up. It can't carry on like this forever, a near death experience had been good for them so maybe it could shape up to be good for her as well. They wait until the quieter hours, before approaching their dear sister. "Heya sis" he murmurs fondly, nudging a curly furred shoulder against her own before settling on his haunches. Their throat feels tight again but not from a lack of air, eyes flicking in the dark trying to intake as much of their surroundings as possible.
"You're not coughing up water anymore or anything, right?" Surely she would have told them if so, so instead with a flick of her feathery tail he tries to recover from a potentially insensitive question. "You doing okay?" They try again, no ill attempts of humour hiding their intentions for the night. "And don't lie to me, I'm actually really good at knowing when you lie."
They hadn't spoken about it yet, she doesn't want to make Ponypaw's experience worse by bringing such terrible things up. It can't carry on like this forever, a near death experience had been good for them so maybe it could shape up to be good for her as well. They wait until the quieter hours, before approaching their dear sister. "Heya sis" he murmurs fondly, nudging a curly furred shoulder against her own before settling on his haunches. Their throat feels tight again but not from a lack of air, eyes flicking in the dark trying to intake as much of their surroundings as possible.
"You're not coughing up water anymore or anything, right?" Surely she would have told them if so, so instead with a flick of her feathery tail he tries to recover from a potentially insensitive question. "You doing okay?" They try again, no ill attempts of humour hiding their intentions for the night. "And don't lie to me, I'm actually really good at knowing when you lie."
