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 forest floor was soft beneath her paws—rich and loose, crumbly in a way that she wasn't used to. With the showers the soil was wet, every step sank slightly, likely the ground itself could not be trusted to hold its shape. The sensation was all too comparable to how the last few days had felt.
Stilldream moved quietly, her ivory coat catching in the patchy light filtering through the trees. She kept her pace measured, just a step behind her patrolmate. Her eyes drifted sideways to Gravelpath—familiar now in the way one became familiar with distant stars. Certainly, she could recognize them in the sky, but she would never know their names or see them for who they were. In all honestly, she didn't care to. ThunderClan in itself was a far cry from the colony she and 'Flashflood'—what an underwhelming name for her brother—hailed from. They were all polite conversations stitched together with distracted glances and half-finished plans. Juniperstar was young and malleable, hardly the picture of a leader. Nothing like uncle and the other experienced cats that lead their colony.
Softness was present here— not resolve.
Stilldream's mouth twitched, almost a smile. She knew better than to make her discontent known. She carried no weight anymore, the respect that she earned back in the colony would garner her nothing.
The scents of the forest swirled around them. Sharp greens of ferns, the damp musk of wet earth, the faint thread of vole on the wind. She drank it in quietly, assessing the plantlife with far more interest than the patrol itself.
Her pale lavender eyes shifted toward Gravelpath—Eyes half-lidded, a pleasant almost playful smile curling on her muzzle. She quickened her pace to match theirs. "You seem very familiar with the terrain Gravelpath. I'm a little jealous, I got lost yesterday..." She tilts her head toward her patrolmate, "Is there a special trick to remembering where you're going here?"
@GravelPath
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