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.
And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
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Sharp eyes watched the clearing with a certain contemplation upon her face. It was quiet and most of the day's duties were done with... She herself had found a nice place to rest, with a belly round with kits bumbling inside. Her eyes glanced up, watching the sun dipping down low and caring beautiful golden days across the water's edge. The water, which always had been her friend...
There was a shiver that coursed through her, am unease that hadn't quite lifted since the heist and the aftermath of it... Too much anger, too much grief, too many wounds and... Not yet enough time for all the healing that was needed. Both physically and mentally. Her blue hues settled on the water for a while longer, feeling a certain calm in her heart. Because for now, the river hummed softly and the world seemed to ask for a moment of peace. A certain determination that went through her as she lifted herself from her spot and waddled closer to the other cats.
" Oi! " the bi-coloured molly called out, a twinkle in her eyes and her voice light, despite the weight that was carried both physically and mentally. With a flick of her tail, she eyed the others. " If any o' ye want a tale, I got one brewin' in me bones. " she meowed, puffing her chest a bit. Her belly by now had grown round, it was unmistakable that she was heavy with kits, many kits. And even though moving around was slower nowadays, it didn't quite snuff out her spark.
Waddling herself to a nice soft patch of reeds, she settled down carefully and gave a grunt and dramatic sigh as she patted her belly once. " Stars above, I swear these kits are hostin' a battlin' match in there. " she joked with a small huff of a laugh as she looked up to see the ones slowly gathering.
Once a small group had settled in, she gave them a grin, crooked, warm, a bit tired but no less heartfelt. " A'ri ght fellas ... All ye guppies an' nippers... this one.... this story...." she started, her voice slipping into that familiar voice of a storyteller. " Is th' story o' th' Tidebreaker... A ship made not out o' metal, but o' spirit. An' she was th' pride o' th' sea, steered by a fierce molly called Tide. Me mum. " she meowed, looking around the group for a second. She wanted to tell a story, yes... But also a warning, a lesson... I'm the hopes it would be heeded. " She was strong, clever, louder than a gull an' twice as stubborn. She led her crew through storms am an' sun both. Me an' my siblings, Foam, Ripple an' Splash, we were born in her wake. Raised on stories o' salt an' wind. "
She paused for a moment, shifting her form with a small puff before resuming, a thoughtful look to her face. " However... there came a time when another crew tried t'sink us... Nasty, they were. Rivals. Greedy and twisted... They took from me mother things they could never give back... " she meowed, her gaze lingering on the horizon, as if she could see the past playing out before her.
" Y'see... m'brother Ripple wanted blood. Said vengeance was owed, that no mercy should be given... But Tide, bless her heart.... " she spoke her voice dipping softly. " She said somethin' I'll never forget... An eye for an eye will leave th' whole world blind. " she spoke, her voice falling into silence until only the trickle of the river water filled the air for a moment. Then, she continued.
" She let th' sea carry that vengeance. No, it didn' mean she forgave 'em... But she knew what hate could do. She knew it would rot us from the inside out. "
Wavesong looked to the gathered cats, her eyes softer now. " Right now, I know many o' us are hurtin'. Angry. Wantin' justice. I feel it too. But we've got t' choose what kind of cats we'll be. Vengeance or healing. Storm or river. " she spoke wisely, catching some eyes before a tired smile curled upon her maw. " An' maybe, jus' maybe we tell stories t'remember which path we should walk... "
Heaving out a sigh, she shifted her body once more, letting her eyes tail over those present. " If any o' ye need to talk, need t' vent. Don't crop it all up lest ye blow yerself up. Talk t' us. Talk t'those closest to ye! We came here together. We're a crew, still. A family. "
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