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.
Yet another failed hunt left him battered and frustrated, though his expression betrayed none of it. His face remained bright with gentle smiles and perked ears. Though his body moved sluggishly and limp. He refused to let a few elusive mice completely spoil the mood, especially on a day that, while chilly, was mercifully free of snow. Possum felt genuinely grateful for that small blessing.
Reflecting further, he recalled how his mother often mentioned he had been born on a similar day. Cold and nippy, but without the relentless snowfall of deep leafbare. It had been a rare reprieve from moons buried in ice. He was far from the playful tot who once frolicked at her paws. Now, Possum was creating his own path within the colony. The youthful feline considered himself a capable hunter, though today's lack of prey seemed determined to test that notion.
For now, he decided to head back home, rest, and try again later, doing his best to ignore the irritation churning in his pale belly. As he raised his gaze to get his bearings, he spotted a figure approaching. Without hesitation, the tom adjusted his posture to something more cheerful. Flared tail rose high, and awkward stance straightened as he called out. "Morning!" It was a simple greeting. Friendly, perhaps overly so but it felt natural enough. If it came across as too enthusiastic, so be it.
Reflecting further, he recalled how his mother often mentioned he had been born on a similar day. Cold and nippy, but without the relentless snowfall of deep leafbare. It had been a rare reprieve from moons buried in ice. He was far from the playful tot who once frolicked at her paws. Now, Possum was creating his own path within the colony. The youthful feline considered himself a capable hunter, though today's lack of prey seemed determined to test that notion.
For now, he decided to head back home, rest, and try again later, doing his best to ignore the irritation churning in his pale belly. As he raised his gaze to get his bearings, he spotted a figure approaching. Without hesitation, the tom adjusted his posture to something more cheerful. Flared tail rose high, and awkward stance straightened as he called out. "Morning!" It was a simple greeting. Friendly, perhaps overly so but it felt natural enough. If it came across as too enthusiastic, so be it.
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▸possum, possumgrin
▸ LH blue ticked tabby w/low white and orange eyes
▸ amab, cis male,18 moons
▸ ex-colony cat, warrior of shadowclan
▸ heterosexual/romantic, single, crushing on no one
▸ child of npc x npc ; sibling to marbleshine
▸ "speech", thoughts, powerplay
▸ peaceful and healing powerplay accepted
▸ toyhou.se - hub - playlist - penned by tasmagoric
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