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.

Open Camp PEACEFUL MOMENTS - relaxing

This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
Morningpaw
Morningpaw

Morningpaw

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{$title} Morningpaw relaxes in camp after a good day.
It was easy to get out of her nest some days, but on others it was a challenge. Some nights, she slept well, other nights she couldn't sleep at all. Some days she felt okay about herself, could pretend everything was fine. Other days she couldn't.

Morningpaw wasn't a stranger to this, hadn't been for the past two moons or so. It was normal now. Normal enough that she assigned days a based on how she felt. The best of days were when she was able to get up, able to smile somewhat genuinely, and able to sleep. The worst of days were the opposite - struggling to get out of her nest, being unable to hide how awful she felt, and then tossing and turning all night, unable to get a wink of sleep. More often than not, it wasn't all good or all bad. But still, sometimes it made her struggle with her training.

Today, however, had been a good day, despite all the chaos that had occurred in recent times. She felt good about today's training session, woke up with relatively no fuss, and was now winding down. She took in a deep breath and stretched out her body.ut as Morningpaw looked up, she spotted some other cats around her. She was feeling decently sociable today so she offered a small smile. "Does anyone want to relax together? I'm sure it's been a long day, we can just chat and stuff..." It wouldn't hurt to put the offer out there, right?​
IN THE RAIN DO LIGHT AND DARKNESS FADE
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    She/Her | 7 Moons | Apprentice of WindClan | Ages on the 1st
    Short haired blue torbie with high white and dark violet eyes.

    Child of NPC x NPC | Sibling to NPCs / Adoptable
    Mentored by NPC | Mentoring no one.
    Penned by AnemoVictorious | Biography | Image Credit​
 
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(★) the elderly warrior's joints ache today. it's not a rare occurrence, but today it'd hindered his ability to be an asset to his clan. even so, he'd pushed himself onto two hunting patrols and a border one, and now he pays the price. with his heart pounding through his paw pads, wheatwhistle flops down beside his relaxing clanmates, beginning to smooth his tongue across his pelt in an attempt to make himself more presentable. he's getting old, something he knows and has known for quite some time. back in the barn, he'd taken the role of watchman, advising and guiding his fellow barncats with steadiness and love. now he works to the bone, same as the rest of them. there's an itching thought of retiring, but wheatwhistle finds his days are better filled - chicken and alder don't haunt him when he's busy.

the young voice breaks the older man's thoughts, and he will glance over to find the violet hued gaze of morningpaw. the sweet girl offers conversation, something wheatwhistle is never likely to turn down, and so he tilts his body to face her, smiling gently. "i'll take yeh up on that, if yeh don' mind, youngster." gold and blue eyes blink kindly, a soft yawn stretching his jaws. "have a busy day today? i s'ppose you trained, hm?" he likes to watch the young cats when they're learning, and often finds himself attending their sparring sessions. it helps him to know that there is a future worth protecting. drawing his tongue across an aching paw, the man waits for the girl to answer, mhmming and nodding along when she does. "learnin' anythin' fun? i r'member bein' taught the ropes at the barn as a youngster. it's excitin' to learn, i'd say."


DEEP GREENS AND BLUES ★ ARE THE COLORS I CHOOSE
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  • WHEATWHISTLE ★ HE / HIM, WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER. 106 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
    an orange tabby tom with low white and one gold eye, and one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.
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