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.
{$title} your character uses the reflection of a puddle to try and clear the muck off their face, and they swear they can see another face but- they blink- it's gone
TICK
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
Tick was getting used to this place... At least, in some ways. He was still learning how the Clan thought, how they worked. He understood the structure: kits, apprentices, warriors. Warriors pulled their weight. Apprentices learned to. Kits were... kits. Useless, tumbling things. Depending on their age, of course. Stoatkit wasn't useless, she was strong. But that was beside the point. With a sharp huff, the blue-furred tom trudged toward a puddle, ready to wash the mud from his face. A scuffle with his sister had left him dirtied, though he called it light, a lie, really. His body was still weak. Still recovering. He hated that. He hated this, needing to be nursed back to strength. He couldn't help anyone like this.
His hackles lifted as he caught a cat staring. Or... were they? Tick shot them a sharp glare before turning back to his reflection, scrubbing at the mud with his paw. Then he stilled. His reflection wasn't right. The puddle rippled, but the image staring back was wrong, its eyes were too dark, too empty. A chill coiled down his spine, prickling at his fur. He blinked hard, rubbing at his eyes before looking again.
Gone.
The water was still now, reflecting only the sky above. But the feeling lingered, a weight pressing against his shoulders. He turned sharply, staring into the shadows around him. Nothing. But he wasn't alone. He felt it. Tick's lips curled in a snarl, his voice rough with defiance, but edged with something he refused to name. " Get out of the shadows and face me. " He braced himself, ears pinned, tail lashing. Trying to look braver than he felt.
But there was no answer. Only silence. Watching. Waiting.
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