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.
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Maremane hated the way her throat had locked up at the meeting, as it did when she was promoted. Maybe a freshly-adult version of her would've said something, her temper not yet refined into ice. Cold water ran through her veins now, and she found her jaw frustratingly locked around her most scathing words.
@Peafowlpaw was the best pick for her, but she was too caught up in being assigned an apprentice at all to think about that. He, too, left to explore more than others. She kept her head trained on the dawn-kissed horizon, but spared glances to her side, noting the determination on the tom's face. Maybe it was fate's humor that she was paired with the very cat she'd insulted and belittled in front of a tragedy, too focused on herself and how grating Peafowl's tantrum had been to her ears.
Or maybe someone had seen, and she was being tasked with this deliberately. She glanced over her shoulder, certain another gale guard or senior warrior would be there to ensure Peafowl came back in one piece.
"Well," she sighed, still blinking sleep from her eyes. "What's somethin' you don't know yet?" Maremane had been put on patrols with Peafowlpaw many times in the past. She had corrected him on those trips, her blatant, sharp instructions never seeming to get fully under his skin. It was a blessing that she didn't have to start from square one with him, but she had no clue on how to nurture his current skills. Maremane had followed and learned from Peafowlpaw's elaborate routes and paths through the prairie, more than he had learned from her and her orders.
She knew what it felt like to be caged; she may not have cared if she hurt his feelings or was a shitty mentor, but she found it crucial that this new setup didn't bar him from his freedom entirely.
@Peafowlpaw was the best pick for her, but she was too caught up in being assigned an apprentice at all to think about that. He, too, left to explore more than others. She kept her head trained on the dawn-kissed horizon, but spared glances to her side, noting the determination on the tom's face. Maybe it was fate's humor that she was paired with the very cat she'd insulted and belittled in front of a tragedy, too focused on herself and how grating Peafowl's tantrum had been to her ears.
Or maybe someone had seen, and she was being tasked with this deliberately. She glanced over her shoulder, certain another gale guard or senior warrior would be there to ensure Peafowl came back in one piece.
"Well," she sighed, still blinking sleep from her eyes. "What's somethin' you don't know yet?" Maremane had been put on patrols with Peafowlpaw many times in the past. She had corrected him on those trips, her blatant, sharp instructions never seeming to get fully under his skin. It was a blessing that she didn't have to start from square one with him, but she had no clue on how to nurture his current skills. Maremane had followed and learned from Peafowlpaw's elaborate routes and paths through the prairie, more than he had learned from her and her orders.
She knew what it felt like to be caged; she may not have cared if she hurt his feelings or was a shitty mentor, but she found it crucial that this new setup didn't bar him from his freedom entirely.
