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.
DUSKPOOL
His bulky frame remained still, molten iris watchin' Flowercloud with a calculative flicker within its weary depths. He ain't one to make the first move, not with sparrin'. It ain't his style to surge into things hotheaded and drunk on the thrill of battle when he'd long grown up bein' targeted by upwalkers and mutts alike just itchin' to tear into his hide and string him along like lights on a pole. Some folk might call him a coward, but Duskpool reckons the moons' worth of fightin' ought to be somethin' to account for.
His lips quirked, peerin' at Flowercloud with a molten iris, affection and friendly competition bubblin' beneath his scarred flesh. "Reckon whoever trips the other got braggin' rights, eh?" His lips quirked in muted amusement, mangled ears flickerin'. Nothin' but siblings banteirn' like the good ol' days when Flowercloud was nothin' but a youngster.
His body began circlin' the large molly, shoulders pulled taunt, muscle ripplin' beneath obsidian wool. A tactic to keep the other movin' with observin' the other like a predator trappin' prey. His gaze grew heavy, taunt with the familiar lull of battle, sparrin' or not, Duskpool remained war-torn. And in a flash, the old timer lunged toward Flowercloud, only to feign to the right when his muscled form slammed into Flowercloud head-on in an attempt to knock the molly off balance.
His lips quirked, peerin' at Flowercloud with a molten iris, affection and friendly competition bubblin' beneath his scarred flesh. "Reckon whoever trips the other got braggin' rights, eh?" His lips quirked in muted amusement, mangled ears flickerin'. Nothin' but siblings banteirn' like the good ol' days when Flowercloud was nothin' but a youngster.
we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept
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@flowercloud set before rosebelly's death!
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DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
ᯓ★ eighty-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
ᯓ★ speech thought action
ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted -
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