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.
It feels like walking into a ghost town- in a way she really had, though, hadn't she? The Shipyard held a sun-warmed breeze that rolled over the shore while cracked and decrepit buoys rose and fell a short distance from the docks. If she closed her eyes, Dogflicker could pretend she had rolled back in time to last greenleaf. When she and her littermates had barely breached their first full season cycle, stuck to one another like a can of sardines. When all they worried about was catching the next fish and getting the best spot along the dunes to sleep that night. They always ended giving it up to Fox, anyway.
Squinting greens rest on the remnants of the collapsed shelter as she passed it, a cold eerie shudder crawling down her spine. Dog had hoped to come back here, one day. That she wouldn't need RiverClan or her littermates would finally get tired of it and come back home. She thought of it so much happier, then. Now she only saw it for the mess they had left it, how the Upwalkers left it, too.
"Figured I'd catch you here." Dogflicker mewed as she saw that familiar ticked pelt. "I've got something you need to know, and then I'll leave. I'll never show my face again, if you really want that, too." Dogflicker swallowed dryly, scuffing her paws against the pebbly sand.
ooc : — @Adder
tagged for sensitive content for discussing child death/shellkit
▵ chocolate/cinnamon chimera with high white, and green eyes
▵ littermate to foxtail and coyoteclaw
▵ mentoring ??
▵ mate to none ; peace powerplay allowed
▵ "speech"
It had been a while since his paws last brushed the shore. The hush of waves lapping against sand worked like a balm on his restless spirit. Any evidence of what happened at the gathering has been washed away. Yet little good it does. He felt like a piece of wreckage, washed up from a violent storm. The salt in the air dries out his fur and stings his throat. He looks and feels more exhausted than he's ever felt before.
He sits upright, ears swiveling to the sound of something coming toward him. Adder slithers out from the wooden ribcage he's chosen to take refuge in. Let them come to him.
She sweeps toward him like an apparition, the sun forming a halo around the darkening of her silhouette. Dogflicker. He blinks slowly, eyelids stuck to the bloodshot orbs sunken into his skull. Had he been smart, he would've gone somewhere they didn't know about. Some hopeless fool he was, being pulled toward something familiar. There were only two places in the world that he's ever called home. Suppose I'm a creature of habit...
He watches, lidded amber eyes scraping over his former clanmate. Nothing about her seems to imply that she's there to attack him. Adder regards her with a withered caution. She has not denounced him yet, not like the rest were so very quick to do, but that does not earn her trust. Adder wouldn't expect her to give him any either. She knows what he's done by now. "Is it just you?" He stretches to search the beach for other signs of life. He wouldn't have been surprised if Pikestar changed his mind and sent a patrol to hunt him. That seemed like a coward's way of doing things.
Why come all the way to the shipyard just to deliver news? He doesn't know what she means to share with him, but the possibilities gut him all the same. Right away his mind goes to the kits, to Wavesong still recovering after the birth. "What is it you came here to tell me then?" He gulps, but there's nothing to swallow but air. The inside of his mouth is so very dry...
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THE SPLINTERED MAST I'M HOLDING ON
WON'T SAVE ME LONG
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ROGUE
✗ EXILE
36 MOONS
HE/HIM
✕ Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face, exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear. ✕ Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others. ✕ Former RiverClan LifeGuard ✕ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM. ✕ Fur smells faintly of blood and seasalt.
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