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.
It was raining in ShadowClan. Fork spotted in kitchen. There would be a cacophony of frogs in the little pauses between the bursting clouds, a promise of the prey pile donning porous skin rather than meatier fur. Her tasks included... Well, Bluegale was busy with something else, and she was hiding in the shadows, trying not to be found and instructed. Maybe he would count it as stealth training, because so far, no pesky warrior had claimed her for random, meaningless work.
Except Webpaw was about to blow her cover, and her peace. Where the short trees had not allowed grass to grow, the most perfect mud accumulated. It had just started to pour again, making it not yet a puddle. She was shaping it into things, blueprints of mud-designs forming in her head as she tried to make a mouse, wondering if it would make it to the freshkill pile and trick someone, but it disintegrated as she rolled it out into the open rain. There were various, water-melted shapes around her, until she decided to form a humble ball. Impulsively, she scooped it up in her paw, looking into the middle of camp for an unsuspecting victim.
Deciding on a younger warrior within throwing range, she flicked the mud up into the air, watching it fly towards his turned back. Webpaw was never a mossball champion, so she was out of practice. It landed to the side of him, directly into the arms of familiar fur. Gulping, her sight followed the arms up towards the face of the medicine cat, instantly making awkward eye contact.
@cicadabuzz
Except Webpaw was about to blow her cover, and her peace. Where the short trees had not allowed grass to grow, the most perfect mud accumulated. It had just started to pour again, making it not yet a puddle. She was shaping it into things, blueprints of mud-designs forming in her head as she tried to make a mouse, wondering if it would make it to the freshkill pile and trick someone, but it disintegrated as she rolled it out into the open rain. There were various, water-melted shapes around her, until she decided to form a humble ball. Impulsively, she scooped it up in her paw, looking into the middle of camp for an unsuspecting victim.
Deciding on a younger warrior within throwing range, she flicked the mud up into the air, watching it fly towards his turned back. Webpaw was never a mossball champion, so she was out of practice. It landed to the side of him, directly into the arms of familiar fur. Gulping, her sight followed the arms up towards the face of the medicine cat, instantly making awkward eye contact.
@cicadabuzz
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she/her; afab / any gendered terms / 6 months
shadowclan kit / mentored by bluegale
seal sepia with vitiligo / orange eyes
peaceful powerplay allowed, no perms needed
ask before hostile powerplay unless preplanned
always open to interaction in battle unless stated otherwise
ask before injuring !