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.
the end of leafbare brings warmer weather. rays of sunlight filter through slivers of clouds, signaling the beginning of the afternoon. swallowpaw's led her small patrol past the bridge, and into the tall grasses of the parire. it's a wasteland of flowers beginning to sprout, long bundles of grass rustling slightly in the breeze, and the occasional distant animal. she remembers the directions tigerfoot gave her, but the amount of time it'll take, is… when they arrive.
shame prickles past her fur, it seeps into her bones. accepting that she had to venture to the moonstone wasn't easy. swallowpaw thought it over for hours, until she finally realized that starclan was probably impatiently waiting for her. she wonders if coffeestar will be there, or some stranger she doesn't know because maybe coffeestar is upset with her. for something. her clanmates should be hunting, providing for their clan, not babysitting the medicine apprentice. she feels horrible to drag such a large patrol with her, but there was no way she'd make the trip by herself— swallowpaw is precious cargo if she likes it or not.
her eyes wander to wolfstorm first, and his large form, littered with scars. he's a skyclan soldier, one who carries a powerful presence. when the fox attacked the journey patrol, wolfstorm's was quick to call out the danger. standing by his side is the safest she can be. she knows she can focus on leading the patrol with him at the ready.
flowercloud walks nearby, her golden coat standing out in the wheat-colored grass. she's about as large as wolfstorm, but her fluffy coat makes it difficult to really tell. the molly's soothing personality is a necessity, swallowpaw would've lost her mind hours ago. they're both kind of like meatshields. she thinks, is that offensive? probably.
fitzgerald is… a guy. she's not entierly sure what to think about him, as he's a bit on the older side. since their arrival to the forest, he's felt distant. he was more lighthearted, and now, he's dimmed out. leaving the old camp was harder for the daylighters, she reminds herself. the abrubt shift in demeanor is releatable, she supposes.
swallowpaw doesn't rush, or takes it slow, even if she knows it makes more sense so hurry. as the minutes tick by, it's another second skyclan lacks a healer. she trusts her clanmates wouldn't do anything stupid while she was out, but fate is a fickle thing she's learned. one morning you're woken up to train, then the very next, your mentor vanishes under mysterious circumstance. she internally lamented to fuzzypaw about missing everyone's upcoming warrior ceremonies, and this was quite the way to twist it. although, she's unsure what starclan will want to do with her. they could kick her out, maybe. send a real medicine cat skyclan's way through a propechy or something.
she strides along at a balanced pace. the wind tugs at her fur again, and the sudden chill makes her forget any anexities for a mere moment. swallowpaw blinks her eyes, then glances at her companions. are they upset at her? she wonders, if so, why would they be? "thank you, again, for um… coming along." she speaks up to break the silence, to ignore her thoughts. leafbare it too quiet. "it's um… good that i'm not doing this alone."
shame prickles past her fur, it seeps into her bones. accepting that she had to venture to the moonstone wasn't easy. swallowpaw thought it over for hours, until she finally realized that starclan was probably impatiently waiting for her. she wonders if coffeestar will be there, or some stranger she doesn't know because maybe coffeestar is upset with her. for something. her clanmates should be hunting, providing for their clan, not babysitting the medicine apprentice. she feels horrible to drag such a large patrol with her, but there was no way she'd make the trip by herself— swallowpaw is precious cargo if she likes it or not.
her eyes wander to wolfstorm first, and his large form, littered with scars. he's a skyclan soldier, one who carries a powerful presence. when the fox attacked the journey patrol, wolfstorm's was quick to call out the danger. standing by his side is the safest she can be. she knows she can focus on leading the patrol with him at the ready.
flowercloud walks nearby, her golden coat standing out in the wheat-colored grass. she's about as large as wolfstorm, but her fluffy coat makes it difficult to really tell. the molly's soothing personality is a necessity, swallowpaw would've lost her mind hours ago. they're both kind of like meatshields. she thinks, is that offensive? probably.
fitzgerald is… a guy. she's not entierly sure what to think about him, as he's a bit on the older side. since their arrival to the forest, he's felt distant. he was more lighthearted, and now, he's dimmed out. leaving the old camp was harder for the daylighters, she reminds herself. the abrubt shift in demeanor is releatable, she supposes.
swallowpaw doesn't rush, or takes it slow, even if she knows it makes more sense so hurry. as the minutes tick by, it's another second skyclan lacks a healer. she trusts her clanmates wouldn't do anything stupid while she was out, but fate is a fickle thing she's learned. one morning you're woken up to train, then the very next, your mentor vanishes under mysterious circumstance. she internally lamented to fuzzypaw about missing everyone's upcoming warrior ceremonies, and this was quite the way to twist it. although, she's unsure what starclan will want to do with her. they could kick her out, maybe. send a real medicine cat skyclan's way through a propechy or something.
she strides along at a balanced pace. the wind tugs at her fur again, and the sudden chill makes her forget any anexities for a mere moment. swallowpaw blinks her eyes, then glances at her companions. are they upset at her? she wonders, if so, why would they be? "thank you, again, for um… coming along." she speaks up to break the silence, to ignore her thoughts. leafbare it too quiet. "it's um… good that i'm not doing this alone."
