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.
Quailstep wasn't going to complain. She knew that with Coffeestar dead and the rats overrunning the gorge, they'd had no choice but to leave. And she knew Hawkstar, though new to the mantle of leadership, was capable of leading them. But stars above, she was tired.
Tired in body, from the seemingly endless trek across foreign lands.
Tired in mind, from needing to keep her wits about her as new and old dangers sprang up around them.
Tired in soul, from the wriggling question burrowing into her mind like a cruel worm.
Has StarClan led us astray?
She hated to even question their ancestors, but with another day travelled and still no new home in sight, the question lay heavier and heavier on her mind. And yet, despite all this tiredness, she couldn't help but stay awake tonight, guarding over her beloved Clanmates as they slept. She knew she was running herself ragged trying to help care for her Clanmates, but she couldn't bear to stop.
Cygnetpaw feels a now familiar ache in her legs as she trots alongside her mentor, nose tilted up and eyes still shining. The white furred apprentice, freshly made just for this journey, did not have many memories of the gorge, and as much didn't feel the great loss in leaving it behind. She cannot commiserate with Quailstep in the older molly's forlorn demeanor. And, for better or for worse, the young apprentice isn't too keen with reading the room, so to say. So while the older cats feel their hearts weigh heavy with all they have lost, Cygnetpaw cheerily starts a conversation.
"Do you think there'll be places to climb, Quailstep?" She pulls from her mentor's side to pester the warrior, her plumed tail flagging behind her. "I couldn't really climb the gorge - I was 'too small,'" she puts a bit of emphasis on the words, as if mocking the idea. She ignores that she was not only small, but often sickly. Perhaps in the future she wouldn't blame the nursery queens for keeping her rooted to the ground. But today's Cygnetpaw is more than eager to scale something. "Maybe we'll make home in... a... big, massive tree hollow! And we'll scale the inside of it, like - like termites!"
The queries from the younger cat shook Quailstep out of her musing. She cast one more look up at the stars, hoping it was in fact her ancestors up there and not some strangers, and turned to the apprentice. Cygnetpaw... She was one of the newer apprentices, barely out of the nursery, and would likely consider their new home more of her origin than the gorge Quailstep so fondly remembered. Still, her mother had said that was part of growing up - realizing that the world would change around you and that the next generation of warriors would view things in a different light. Even at this age, however, Quailstep didn't consider how vast the divide could be between the current warriors' memories and that of the new apprentices.
"If there aren't places to climb," she mewed, her voice low to keep from waking the sleeping cats. "Then I don't think it will be a home for our Clan." What would SkyClan do without branches to leap into?
And despite her sinking attitude towards the journey, she can't help but huff a laugh.
"A tree hollow big enough for the entire Clan would be a sight to see. I don't think Twolegs let them get that big. They're more likely to tear it up like fresh-kill than to allow something so magnificent to stand." She tilted her head. "Though if you're right, perhaps you'll be called Cygnetbug when you're a warrior. In honor of this excellent prediction you've made." An older warrior might be able to sense the sarcasm in her tone, but would an apprentice?
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