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.
Their second time crossing the Thunderpath had gone a bit smoother than the first. There wasn't as much hesitancy, he had proven capable of keeping them safe the first time and a bit more confidence led to clearer heads as they set for the other side. The stretch of territory they sat at, about a tail-length away from the acrid pavement, had been ThunderClan's once again for the past moon and some. Sablestar had seen to it that his Clans ambitions were quelled, as the needless jump into danger just for a single mouse or squirrel was absurd.
Though the tuxedo is doubtful it won him any favors with his mate's Clan. The reputation they have painted him with may never wash away and perhaps it would be better that way... It had already leaned in his favor once before.
"Your mother may own every mouse-length of the forest, but we must still be respectful. You smell of ShadowClan." He reminded his sons as he licked the tops of their heads in soft affection. He had grown quite attached to them in the few weeks they stayed. Being a father felt easier than being a leader, some days, and watching them learn and grow for a bit of time in his Clan had brought him pride. His boys were made for ShadowClan, he could tell.
"I don't let even my strongest warriors cross into other borders without permission. It creates unnecessary conflict, and it is always to the benefit of yourself and your family for peace." The words may sound foreign coming from his voice to anyone but his own kin, knowing his history. But it is a truth he had lived by even before finding himself at the head of a rebellion.
too much time had passed... if you asked her. knowing their departure to have been a surprise given over with her claws still stuck into their fur did not make it any easier. Sablestar had a right to them, she'd insisted... but the hole they left behind was impossible to fill. Asterkit's condition had hardly improved, despite the dedication offered by Serpentberry and Rowanpaw but at least... at least she could hold out hope that beyond Littlekit, she had not truly lost anyone else yet.
padding through the dense undergrowth is a familiar break from cradling her sickly son in her den all day, gaze sliding from hulking tree trunk to warped ferns. it's nothing unusual today... no sudden threat surging through the brush to attack them. her leg still aches where tiny fangs had tried to take a bite out of her flesh but it could've been worse... so Juniperstar ignores it beyond its reminder that there was always more to do. always something to protect from. the sound of distant conversation is enough to rouse her attention, quickening pale footfalls until the splashes of familiar browns and sweeping shadows appear on the horizon. on the border... neatly tucked against their father looking no different but their growing height.
"Dreamkit- Magpiekit-" their names wrench themselves free as she hurries to close the distance left between them, eager and a little too excited to clank her head against each of theirs with a loving thunk. "I've missed you so much." a pained purr rumbles in the deepest parts of her chest, drawing in their sulfur-stained scents with a pang of dismay. they did not smell like her anymore... it's a foolish thing to hope for but it stings nonetheless.
her eyes lift towards Sablestar, standing straight to face her mate with a small, thankful smile. "It's... good to see you..." for once maybe they did not have to stand here as enemies...
(𓆩✧𓆪) "can't you come with us to thunderclan, papa?" the innocent question falls from loose lips as the boy gazes up at his father with quiet adoration. his father rasps his tongue across his head, smoothing spotted tabby fur, and the boy will arch up to sablestar's touch. "i bet momma misses you." ember eyes find the border, widening with excitement. he traipses forward, halting right atop it with paws kneading the earth. dreamkit has generally enjoyed his time in shadowclan, but there is a deep longing in his chest that hasn't gone away since he was with juniperstar. glancing at magpiepaw, the boy wonders if his brother feels the same. he'd settled into shadowclan life better than dream had, already calling himself a 'paw and training under cicadabuzz.
tabby ears flick forward as the spotted nose twitches. tail raising above his haunches, dreamkit bounces on the balls of his paws. "momma!" he calls as juniperstar comes into view. she barrels into him and magpie, inhaling their scent and clunking her head against theirs. dreamkit melts into her, purring as hard as he can. "i missed you too!" he makes sure she knows, rubbing his shadowclan scent along her form as if trying to soak up her own smell.
DREAMKIT 𓆩✧𓆪 HE / HIM, KIT OF SHADOWCLAN. 03 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
a longhaired chocolate spotted tabby with low white and orange eyes. silky chocolate fur cascades in waves across his boxy frame, darker dapples giving him his tabby pelt. creamy white splashes his paws, belly, tail tip, and muzzle, freckling across his face. the hue of a crackling fire sparkles from narrow sockets.
He takes care with his pawsteps, each one placed on even footing before he begins to move forward again - its the only real way to ensure his balance remains, that he does not teeter and tumble across the ground and it leaves him walking with an almost careless elegance; poised but improper, regal but clumsy. All of his efforts are ripped like a leaf in the wind at the sight of his mother, his heart tightens as though claws sink into it to grip and he is rushing ahead without pause. Magpiepaw's awkward gait is bouncing, his nose smashes into the dirt once before he can right himself but it does not slow his harried ambling onward after Dreamkit to reach Juniperstar's side and press his face into the warm chocolate pelt he still often dreamed about being curled against when sleeping. "Mama, I missed you too! Mama I'm learnin' about plants like Serpentberry and Rowanpaw does!" He is not won't to prattle but he does so, his tiny mouth moving as he begins to idly list all the ones he's learned of so far between sharp little gulps of air, "I know 'bout all the bad ones you're not supposed to eat-" Not all necessarily, but enough that in his youthful mind it felt like all of them. More than three was a bit much to grasp.
In the flick of a feather, he flies to your side
MAGPIEKIT
— kitten of shadowclan
— He/They "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome. #9272ee
they coil against her like tiny snakes eager to wrap around her legs and be adorned as little bracelets. never far enough away to miss her anymore, an attachment alike a tick if only ticks were half so loving, or adorable. they had grown in such time that it started her, even knowing what Asterkit at home looked like in comparison it felt strange. like looking at the most summarized parts of their development, only the biggest takeaways. Sablestar's look-alike croons like an over-excited wren, chattering away about- about learning...?
like Serpentberry... like Rowanpaw. But he is distinctly not old enough to be undergoing such rigor and her jaw sets with frustration as malachite eyes snap towards her mate in accusation. she lets out a small puff of an exhale, tail tip twitching like it is a bouncing hare; "He's a little young to be dragging him to work, don't you think..." she glances back towards him, frowning lightly. "I'm sure they'd love to hear all about what you learned.." even if she, herself, is infuriated he has been set to labor when he still stumbles over his own paws.
"Are you staying with me for a little while? Asterkit's at camp and misses you both terribly... maybe you can come play and relax for awhile?" it is less a question of their willingness (a confidence dwells in her belly they would always choose her, wouldn't they? their mother who'd built them up from their first breaths?) and more an indirect demand to the bi-colored leader standing opposite of them.
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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.
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