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.
AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN
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The scent was sharp in his nose– fox, mixed with the distinct smell of blood and something bitter.
He moved low through the underbrush, the distant hum of the thunderpath loomed ahead, low and steady like a storm trapped beneath the dirt. The trail itself had been winding– messy, and zigzagging over itself more than once along the way. Confused, perhaps in pain. Good. He hoped it hurt. That ruined eye hadn't been a clean swipe– he remembered the burst of fluid under his claws, the way the fox had howled and thrashed, retreating into the trees before he could finish it off.
At that moment, it'd taken every ounce of restraint for him to turn his back on it and return to Marble instead. Alarmingly, it'd had nothing to do with the instinct that usually drove him to act. It wasn't about eliminating a threat or making sure his territory was safe– it was because he was fucking pissed. At having to be 'saved'. At not sensing the fox sooner. At almost losing something that was his because they were too fucking selfless to put themselves first.
Why didn't she just let it grab him?
He was bigger, stronger, than she was. Wouldn't have been shaken around nearly half as much, even if the fangs had driven just as deep.
Oh well. Now wasn't the time for lingering on that.
Just ahead, the terrain dipped sharply. A natural gully, narrow and shadowed, running parallel to the road that seperated their territory from Windclans. For a brief moment he thought the beast must have crossed into the other clans territory, fully prepared to track it beyond the other clans borders if it meant being able to kill the thing, but at the last second he paused.
The scent here was too strong. No way the thing had crossed.
Mismatched eyes fell into the roadside ravine once more, pausing on a single hazelbush growing from the wall.
A rustle. A scrape.
Then, a wet snort, so soft he nearly missed it over the rumbling of the next passing car.
His tail brushed against the shecat to get her attention, then, he nodded toward the branches, where flashes of russet could be caught in the shadows between he leaves.
"That's the one."
He looked toward Jadethorn once, voice low and lethal.
"One of us draws it out, the other hits it from the blind side."
And once it was dead, he'd skin the fucker and give it to Marbleshine. A gift, not entirely unlike the one she'd given him a few moons back.
Feather. Fur. What difference did it make?
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ooc : — @Jadethorn
- shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars