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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Rain fell on the prairie in a thin sheet. Maremane had explored enough to know where to go for shelter. Usually, she didn't mind, letting the storm hit her head on. This time, she clutched a plump rabbit in her jaws, leading @Tinytail to one of the most substantial shrubs. Even here, the water ricocheted off the leaves above, occasionally allowing one to drop onto her fur.
It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do. Maremane allowed Tinytail to get the most cover, crouching closer to the outside of the shrub as she set their meal down. The mist was frigid and refreshing.
Patrols, tunneling, and surface work greedily thieved their time. Though they returned to nests near each other and debriefed their days, the sunrise brought them responsibilities. Things that Maremane had to do because she chose to stay. Sometimes, when a clanmate wrung out her nerves, or when a hunting patrol came back empty-mouthed, her mind was foggy and tumultuous with regret. It was times like those where she would find her sister, seeing her joyous with her work, and remember what she was staying for. She would break her phantom wings a thousand times to make sure Tinytail always had someone there for her.
Sitting here with the rain pattering around them, Maremane's shoulders relaxed, and she could barely remember who had irritated her, or what they had said to set her off in the first place. "Sometimes I wish I could fit in the tunnels," she complained. She could almost understand why she didn't see tunnelers like Molewhisker so often. "Have you found anything interesting down there?" Maremane wouldn't admit she was prying to ask about danger.
It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do. Maremane allowed Tinytail to get the most cover, crouching closer to the outside of the shrub as she set their meal down. The mist was frigid and refreshing.
Patrols, tunneling, and surface work greedily thieved their time. Though they returned to nests near each other and debriefed their days, the sunrise brought them responsibilities. Things that Maremane had to do because she chose to stay. Sometimes, when a clanmate wrung out her nerves, or when a hunting patrol came back empty-mouthed, her mind was foggy and tumultuous with regret. It was times like those where she would find her sister, seeing her joyous with her work, and remember what she was staying for. She would break her phantom wings a thousand times to make sure Tinytail always had someone there for her.
Sitting here with the rain pattering around them, Maremane's shoulders relaxed, and she could barely remember who had irritated her, or what they had said to set her off in the first place. "Sometimes I wish I could fit in the tunnels," she complained. She could almost understand why she didn't see tunnelers like Molewhisker so often. "Have you found anything interesting down there?" Maremane wouldn't admit she was prying to ask about danger.
