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 early new leaf sun is hanging high in the sky, and Stormcrow is nearing the edge of the two leg place now. What she's hoping to find, she isn't sure. Maybe curiosity is all that drives her, although submitting to such things isn't something she'd admit out loud.
Around her, leaves are unfurling, the undergrowth growing lush and green. This place will suit Skyclan well, in time. They'll get used to it. The trees are tall and sturdy, the prey plenty… she should catch something on her way home for her mother she thinks, vaguely, just as she ducks under a bush and comes out into a clearing. In front of her is a fence, about a fox length' tall, painted bright white.
And on top of it, perched like a bird, fur glowing warm and golden in the sun, sits a cat. She's… beautiful. A kitty pet, if Stormcrow has to guess– her fur is long and silky smooth, and she lacks the lean muscular build of a wild cat. Given that Skyclan has only recently claimed the forest territory, she probably hasn't run into any of them before– unless, of course, she'd met Fitzgerald… Stormcrow bristles at the thought. That was no way for a cat to be introduced to the clan cats.
"Hello stranger," Stormcrow meows, settling at a distance from the fence, so as to not intimidate the pretty cat. "Is this your two leg's place?"
