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.
I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH
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The sound of rushing water reached him before the river itself did– a low, rushing sound broken now and then by the occasional splash whenever the current managed to tug a loose branch off the shoreline or send stones tumbling from the side of the bank. Ghoststrike padded out of the treeline with his usual steady pace, the dampness of the recent rain still clinging to the forest around them and making the moss underpaw squelch faintly with each step. A quick glance toward the river found it swollen and running a pace or two faster than usual, but it didn't look strong enough to dissuade a determined or overheated cat from trying their luck.
Those Riverclan cats certainly wouldn't be turned away by it, and he knew there were at least a paw full of his own clanmates who were keen on testing the waters from time-to-time as well. Let them. He wasn't diving in after anyone if they got swept away.
Or so he told himself.
The masked tom moved with purpose along the treeline, tail flicking low behind him as he skirted the edge of the Sunning Rocks. Rain had softened the earth here, but it dind't give away any signs of Riverclan trespass– no prints in the muddy banks, no fur stuck on the reeds by the waters edge. Just water and wind and the low buzz of bugs in the undergrowth.
He wasn't entirely surprised, nor had he been expecting much else. Ever since that first encounter with their new neighbours, they'd made a point to stick to their own sides. He hadn't caught scent or sign of another clan on their rocks since, and he was pleased to see that said streak remained unbroken.
Still, Ghost moved cautiously as he stepped up onto the nearest slab of stone, angling himself for a better view across the water. His ears swivelled, dark eyes scanning the opposite bank– and then something small and fast darted near his paws.
A mouse.
No doubt startled by the sudden arrival of the patrol, it's foraging cut short as it attempted to race for the nearest crack to wedge itself in.
There was no crouch or calculation in Ghosts next move, just a sharp twist of muscle and a lunge that was all reflex, claws scraping against slick stone and into something soft and warm. He pinned it beneath a massive paw, jaws finding the preys neck and silencing it quickly.
The kill was messy, rushed– he could feel the dampness where he'd had to adjust his grip– but given the circumstances, found it good enough. Then, with little fanfare, he scooped the limp body up and deposited it on a dry ledge to pick up when they were done.
They weren't here to hunt, after all.
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ooc : — tagging @maplefrost and @Magnoliapeak but this is open to any Thunderclan/Riverclan cat, no need to wait!
PROMPT-- GHOSTSTRIKE 's patrol ventures along the river separating ThunderClan from RiverClan. It looks like the recent rain has caused the river to run quicker than usual. It looks possibly swimmable if anyone wanted to attempt it... -
mentoring Cinderpaw
no living relations
unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars