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.
Being born from outside of Windclan... honestly, most cats residing in Windclan either willingly joined or escaped to the tellgrassed prairie. There is a but a small list of traditions. He knew of Starclan vaguely from passing chatter between clanmates. Whisper wonders about that.
Starclan... A place up in the reaching sky, he thinks. Of starry coats of cats he does not know. It is foreign to him. Where fallen comrades go where they can no longer serve their clan in their mortal forms. Whisperpaw isn't fully sure about Starclan yet, itself finding solace of the dark, twisting tunnels underneath the moors. Was Starclan watching above Windclan? It doesn't really know. Shaking it's head, a exhale leaves the ivory apprentice's mouth as it lifted its head towards the blue sky. It didn't really... fully understand it.
"Whisperpaw... is lost..."
The older apprentice whispers out, to no one in particular. Mostly itself.
"Does... Do Starclan watch?"
He stumbles upon his words, messy and uncertain as he questions any cats nearby. He struggles to understand the wide world around him, he is quite confused!
a smaller-than-avarage petite albino feline, with flowing - like plush ivory fur upon it's bird - boned frame. paired with dusty, hues of pink sparkling with curiosity about the world around it. his tongue speaks upon riddles dripping from his maw, as the dust coat his paws.
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NONBINARY ; HE / IT ; CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 3RD.
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questioning / single, not actively looking — mentoring none.
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thoughts ; "Speech, E7CCCC" ; attacks only
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may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
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smells like water lilies & an undertone of wild strawberries
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— all opinions are ic
speaks in third-person. refers to himself as his name and the pronouns he uses.
— biography / @ on discord for plots
— penned by calzone
I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
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Weaselchirp padded over to the older apprentice, her wide orange eyes brimming with quiet curiosity. As she gazed at him, her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, then again, and again, as though her thoughts moved her like a gentle wind, dancing with her head alone. The young cat before her looked... lost in thought. Conflicted. Maybe even a little uncertain about the great mystery that was StarClan. Ah, StarClan... what a grand, far-off thing that was. Weaselchirp often found herself in the dark, deep in the winding tunnels. Down where no starlight reached. Perhaps, in some strange way, that was poetic.
She didn't know if she truly believed, or not. But she had seen that cat with the starry pelt at the gathering. She had heard him. Others had too. That couldn't be denied, could it? " I think StarClan watches. " she said at last, her voice soft, almost conspiratorial. " But I think... they're much like us. Just... cats. " With a graceful drop of her thin frame, she settled beside Whisperpaw, her bright eyes studying it with gentle intent, her tail flicking lightly across the ground.
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