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.

TW: Sensitive Content Open Camp PROCESSED BEATS — ✦ ) intro

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

RUFOUSPAW

THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE
ThunderClan
Apprentice
15
0
Freshkill
50
Nickname
Rufous, Ruffy
Pronouns
she/he/it (no preference)
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Played by
two-moons-dance | perseo
{$title} TW: chronic illness struggles (neuropathy) and likely mentions of parental abuse in later posts

RUFOUSPAW
​ Welcome to the celebration, baby! ​
If Rufouspaw hadn't known any better, it would've thought it'd been attacked in its sleep. Alas, there was no culprit (that it could see) behind the pain shooting up its leg: the jagged marks torn into its skin were the same ones it'd grown used to. The kind of pain it'd become acquainted with, however... it tried flexing its paw and—
'Ow! Ow!'
The dull, aching pulse that underpinned its steps burned something bright; even the light breeze coming in felt like fire on its bare skin. It grit its teeth while breathing through its mouth. What changed? What did it do to deserve this?
'Nothing,'
was its first thought, of course, but then it tried to reason:
'Maybe StarClan's still angry about the "Gathering" thing...'
That ghostly cat calling for peace was anything but pleased, for sure. Why it had to be it instead of anyone else (
'Hawkstar...'
) was anyone's guess, but the fact remained that it was pinned to its nest. Alone. Forever—

It drew in a shaky breath. What time was it, anyway? The others were gone, its friends were still asleep... it had to be past sunhigh. It had to get going, somehow. It simply needed to, wasn't that what 'warriors' did? Work, always, in spite of everything? Besides,
'If I don't do anything today, I'll die. Of boredom.'
And so, Rufouspaw slowly but surely began to get up, placing all its weight on its good leg as it pushed its head off its nest. Then, it tried standing up, shaking—holding its other, ailing limb up rather unsteadily—and headed out of the apprentice den on three paws. It had to admit, it could already see itself falling over, but then it noticed the sun still lingering eastward. Or was it west?

It didn't know, and it didn't matter: it still had time!

The umber-cloaked apprentice made its way across camp in a steady rhythm. So long as it didn't stop, nothing would happen, it thought—the only outward sign of its struggle being the frown on its face.

THE JUDGES ARE JAILED
✦
AND THE FUTURE IS OURS
  • OOC: RUFOUSPAW REAL!!! it's having a bad pain day r.i.p. bestie
  • KEY:
    "speech"

    'thoughts'
    'owlpaw'
    'eaglepaw'
    'vulturepaw'

    attempted action
    "other character's speech"


  • Click on the image to see my full
    reference sheet!    ​
    Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
    9 moons, ages every 6th.
    Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
    Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
    Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
    Closed to romantic interactions or life-threatening injury, ask about minor injury, peaceful powerplay OK
 
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☆ Rowanpaw has just emerged from her lonely den when she spots Rufouspaw in the middle of the same thing, though she's leaving the apprentice den. There's a slight frown on its face, one Rowanpaw almost recognizes. A certain tenseness in its muscles as it moves. Like he doesn't entirely trust his own body to bear his weight.

"Rufouspaw," she calls out softly, padding over to join the apprentice. "How are you feeling today? You look… hm…" a gentle smile. "Troubled. If you're feeling any discomfort, you can always come to me, and I'll be glad to help you out. I… I don't want to put you back in the medicine cat den or anything, though. Not unless you feel like you need to be there. But I might be able to offer something else to help."

☆ ROWANPAW. 14 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc -

 
juniper

it had been a fantastic fiasco... and yet, time had continued on. wounds stitched neatly closed... duties returned to... and the illusion of normalcy blanketing the quiet camp. even with new faces, they continue to grow more stable with every passing day.

they abandon their den long after Serpentberry has already found her task for the afternoon. their paw-steps are unhurried, looking at the shuffling figures of other late-starts, namely a less familiar apprentice. it doesn't look like it's in particularly high spirits. Rowanpaw also seems to have caught onto that, slinking forward to greet the young cat.

"Make sure you eat something," the spotted tabby suggests, hoping it comes across as a kind reminder rather than a nagging command.

──✩°｡⋆⸜ 🫐✮
  • juniperstar
    leader of thunderclan
    seven lives remain
    ignore me
 

RUFOUSPAW
​ Welcome to the celebration, baby! ​
It wasn't long before it caught someone's attention with its hobbling gait. A red-furred she-cat, almost fox-like, joined its side—Rowanpaw, it remembered—and offered her help with something like concern in her voice.
"I… I don't want to put you back in the medicine cat den or anything, though. Not unless you feel like you need to be there,"
she added... a little bit too quick for Rufouspaw's comfort.
"M'fine, I can walk,"
it meowed. It didn't feel very confident in its steps, mind, but it could still figure it out! It just got outside, too... Casting a wayward glance towards the dens, it turned—slowly, tentatively—to meet the healer-in-training's eyes.
"S' weird in there."
Dreadful. Dark. Asphyxiating. All too easy for the woven ceiling to cave in on it... or for someone to trap it...

Just like that, Rufouspaw whipped to its right, hackles ever-so-slightly raised at the thought. Its stride faltered with the sudden movement; reflexively, it caught itself with its bad leg, and was met with the amplified pain it'd been ignoring all morning—tenfold.
"Fuck!"
It let itself fall on its rump with an involuntary huff, then tried to gather its thoughts. Was it bound for the medicine cat den again? At this rate, it'd have to crawl to get away from her... and from Juniperstar, apparently. It turned around again just to cast an icy glare at the leader. What did she think food would do to fix this?
'Does she ever have good ideas?'


(Admittedly, it was hungry, but it wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of watching it eat now that she mentioned it.)

Regardless, between the two cats, it knew only one had her head on her shoulders. Rufouspaw dragged herself closer to Rowanpaw and sighed; a silent plea to solve its troubles. So long as it didn't involve the den, that is.

THE JUDGES ARE JAILED
✦
AND THE FUTURE IS OURS
  • OOC: HUGE ic opinions warning for this entire post
  • KEY:
    "speech"

    'thoughts'
    'owlpaw'
    'eaglepaw'
    'vulturepaw'

    attempted action
    "other character's speech"


  • Click on the image to see my full
    reference sheet!    ​
    Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
    9 moons, ages every 6th.
    Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
    Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
    Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
    Closed to romantic interactions or life-threatening injury, ask about minor injury, peaceful powerplay OK
 
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