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} TW: mentions of injury, near death, and depression.
Shortly after the former kittypet had collapsed he took acute note of the other barn cats grouping together.
Snuggling up close to their loved ones, voices quieting and whispering soft reassurances. For some reason this left Red feeling disconnected. As a silent gesture of understanding, he dragged himself further off into a less crowded space. Hoping to give the barn cats their time to mourn peacefully.
He was not one of them after all. Now laying off by himself, Red did his best to sleep in the open moorland. The wind tickled at the tendrils of his thin coat, brushing it forward and back with a steady rhythm. He could feel the sun peek into the blue gloom of early morning, saw it shine a faint light across the moors.
His attempt at sleep a pitiful one as time seemed to fly without regard for his exhausted body. Creating an even wider void of loneliness within him.
Life was more complicated than ever before. He had dreamed of the day he could escape that shabby little den. A prison made of cold walls and sad eyes. He used to imagine seeing his family again, tasting something other than waterlogged kibble, hearing something besides the sorrowful mews of the cats trapped alongside him. He'd longed for the grasses, the open sky, and the trees that arched over his twoleg fence. Now he feared the future more than he ever fretted the past.
The taste of ash still clung to his tongue, and his pale skin prickled at the memory of suffocating heat. He thought of the wash stall as his hideaway for days. It was the last place he ever thought he would miss, but now he longed for its quiet darkness, the stillness it had offered. However, that small nook could've easily been his grave. Had Goldy come even a few heartbeats later, Red knew it would have been the end. A short, pitiful life full of fear, neglect, and barely a whisper of hope.
Goldy, with that grinning face and warm scent, had been one of the few flickers of kindness he had known. Maybe it would of been the last memory he clung to as the darkness pulled him under. The thought made him shiver.
Would he have found peace? Or would he have faded, still yearning for something more in life?
Trying to pull himself from the spiral, Red shifted to glance back at his legs. The wound had finally crusted over, but the soreness never left. If anything, it had worsened. The tom laid there, curled into the cool grasses, eyes stinging with unshed tears. He didn't know where he belonged anymore. He didn't know what 'home' was supposed to be. Yet, in this moment, he just wished his racing mind would fall quiet.
A soft rustle stirred the grass nearby, and Red's tired eyes flicked to the side. It seemed all his restless tossing had drawn the attention of another.
OOC
SURPRISE SURPRISE - SURPRISE SURPRIIIISEEE
@GOLDY
Set very early in the morning during Goldy's watch when they arrived to the new territory.
Snuggling up close to their loved ones, voices quieting and whispering soft reassurances. For some reason this left Red feeling disconnected. As a silent gesture of understanding, he dragged himself further off into a less crowded space. Hoping to give the barn cats their time to mourn peacefully.
He was not one of them after all. Now laying off by himself, Red did his best to sleep in the open moorland. The wind tickled at the tendrils of his thin coat, brushing it forward and back with a steady rhythm. He could feel the sun peek into the blue gloom of early morning, saw it shine a faint light across the moors.
His attempt at sleep a pitiful one as time seemed to fly without regard for his exhausted body. Creating an even wider void of loneliness within him.
Life was more complicated than ever before. He had dreamed of the day he could escape that shabby little den. A prison made of cold walls and sad eyes. He used to imagine seeing his family again, tasting something other than waterlogged kibble, hearing something besides the sorrowful mews of the cats trapped alongside him. He'd longed for the grasses, the open sky, and the trees that arched over his twoleg fence. Now he feared the future more than he ever fretted the past.
The taste of ash still clung to his tongue, and his pale skin prickled at the memory of suffocating heat. He thought of the wash stall as his hideaway for days. It was the last place he ever thought he would miss, but now he longed for its quiet darkness, the stillness it had offered. However, that small nook could've easily been his grave. Had Goldy come even a few heartbeats later, Red knew it would have been the end. A short, pitiful life full of fear, neglect, and barely a whisper of hope.
Goldy, with that grinning face and warm scent, had been one of the few flickers of kindness he had known. Maybe it would of been the last memory he clung to as the darkness pulled him under. The thought made him shiver.
Would he have found peace? Or would he have faded, still yearning for something more in life?
Trying to pull himself from the spiral, Red shifted to glance back at his legs. The wound had finally crusted over, but the soreness never left. If anything, it had worsened. The tom laid there, curled into the cool grasses, eyes stinging with unshed tears. He didn't know where he belonged anymore. He didn't know what 'home' was supposed to be. Yet, in this moment, he just wished his racing mind would fall quiet.
A soft rustle stirred the grass nearby, and Red's tired eyes flicked to the side. It seemed all his restless tossing had drawn the attention of another.
OOC
SURPRISE SURPRISE - SURPRISE SURPRIIIISEEE
@GOLDY Set very early in the morning during Goldy's watch when they arrived to the new territory.
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