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.
{$title} wave is spitefully searching for herbs while the council butts heads still :C
And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
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" Stay in camp, Wavesong. "
" You cannot go too far, Wavesong. "
" Think of the kits, Wavesong. "
" What if something happens, Wavesong?! "
The echo of every well-meaning, but suffocating, order chased her out of camp more than anything else did. She was tired of being coddled. Of being told she was fragile. As if she hadn't carried life before. As if she hadn't already bled, fought, survived, lived. Stars knew she'd done her share when she was expecting Rushing, Crescent, and... Coral. But now? Now she was treated like a porcelain vase with a crack in the side. Not even trusted to breathe too hard, let alone leave camp. So, fine. Let them talk. Let them worry. She'd gone out anyway.
Call it pride. Call it spite. Call it a desperate need to feel useful while her clan bickered, snapped, and tore themselves apart with anger instead of mending the gaping wounds ShadowClan had left. She would do something that mattered. Her paws beat against the earth, and she moved with determined fury, snorting with each huff of breath as she combed through underbrush for whatever herbs she could find. And when her sharp eyes finally landed on a cluster of burnet, she huffed out a half-laugh, half-sigh.
How fitting. A herb for queens. A herb for what might be coming soon. Her chest tightened briefly, and she shook it off. Behind her, a step too close, a shadow too familiar. She turned with a dry grin, eyes narrowing at Peachtrot. " …Yer gonna be toddlin' after me all day, Peachy? " she asked, tail flicking. " Ye'd think I got honey on me ass. " She smirked at her own joke, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
Only when she turned to look forward again did she realize how far they had gone. The air was thicker here. Older. The scents less RiverClan, more wild and ancient. And the trees... towering, ageless sentinels. She slowed. There was something about this place. Something in the way the wind moved here. The hush between the trees. A place that remembered. Wavesong exhaled slowly, her voice softer now. " …What d'ye reckon happened here, hm? " she murmured, gaze rising toward the dark canopy. " Feels like th' forest's holdin' its breath. "
Speech, thoughts/emphasis