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 was a dreary, cloudy day with fog that seemed to suck the colour out of everything in the world. An occasionally light rain sprinkled throughout the morning and afternoon, leaving everything wet and worse for wear. Any smart, decent cat would be curled up in a two-leg nest, comfy in a bed or curled up in a lap being pet. The cat struggling through some tall, moist grass did not have this privilege any longer. She shook off her raggedy, thin pelt once she was through, and stares into the distance ahead of her.
Nothing but running hills and treelines scattered with occational buildings.
She sighed to herself, and shivered, hunger panging in her stomach. Her frame was thin, and she hadn't eaten well in... a very long time. Moons had passed since she found herself left on the curbside, her two-leg's car speeding away too fast to catch. The warmth of home had left her. No longer would she be able to curl up at her two-leg's feet while they slept, warm and comfortable on top of the blankets. No more food given to her every day once she meowed enough to remind them that it was time to feel her. No more sniffing at her two-leg's pants when they returned home, entranced by the weird smells of the outside world. She only had a glipse of it all then, a grandose idea, even. If only she knew how horrible it truly was.
But knowing wouldn't have changed anything.
The sun peeked through the smoggy clouds, briefly blinding her before disappearing again. Another shiver wracked her body, before she turned and looked around, trying to find a place to stop and rest. She had been wandering aimlessly for who knows how long, no place to tie her down. A small pine that's branches reached low to the ground enticed her, and she stumbled over to it, before heaving herself down onto the suprisingly dry pine needles and earth underneath. She was tired. Maybe if she rests her eyes for a while, the clouds will be gone when she wakes up and she can get some sun.
She curled up and dipped her head down, closing her eyes and settling down for a nap.
Nothing but running hills and treelines scattered with occational buildings.
She sighed to herself, and shivered, hunger panging in her stomach. Her frame was thin, and she hadn't eaten well in... a very long time. Moons had passed since she found herself left on the curbside, her two-leg's car speeding away too fast to catch. The warmth of home had left her. No longer would she be able to curl up at her two-leg's feet while they slept, warm and comfortable on top of the blankets. No more food given to her every day once she meowed enough to remind them that it was time to feel her. No more sniffing at her two-leg's pants when they returned home, entranced by the weird smells of the outside world. She only had a glipse of it all then, a grandose idea, even. If only she knew how horrible it truly was.
But knowing wouldn't have changed anything.
The sun peeked through the smoggy clouds, briefly blinding her before disappearing again. Another shiver wracked her body, before she turned and looked around, trying to find a place to stop and rest. She had been wandering aimlessly for who knows how long, no place to tie her down. A small pine that's branches reached low to the ground enticed her, and she stumbled over to it, before heaving herself down onto the suprisingly dry pine needles and earth underneath. She was tired. Maybe if she rests her eyes for a while, the clouds will be gone when she wakes up and she can get some sun.
She curled up and dipped her head down, closing her eyes and settling down for a nap.
