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.
downyfeather
what a plot twist you were
"You are persistent and stubborn," great God, how embarrassing that had been. She thought she was courageous, clever - selfless, even! She volunteered to be a part of a patrol that could've been damned. She tested the will of her very life for a bunch of cats she's only known for a pawful of moons... only to be told that she's foolish And to be given a name like Downyfeather? Well... she supposes it's nice. Soft, quite literally. Fragile, pathetic - nothing more than material to pad out a wasteful nest. Ugh.
"Ugh!" She slaps a paw into the water before her, aiming for a flash of silver. She can feel her claws graze scales just beneath the surface, but whatever it is gets away. Her frustration doubles, triples... and then fizzles. Downyfeather feels her shoulders hunch as she looks down at her reflection in the lapping pools. Who is she kidding? Some of these cats braved ships prior to Clanlife (whatever this means.) Some harbored fear and guilt just as much as they brandished bravery and comradery. She's a fraud. She wonders if they figure she will disappear in the night, run back to some twoleg home and return to a pampered life.
Downyfeather hears pawsteps behind her, and too-quickly a wet paw presses to wet cheeks, making her crying all the more visible. "Who's there?" She calls out without turning. "I'm - I'm busy here! Can't you - ugh..." The molly fails to ward off curiosity, her tail coiling by her side.
@willowburn
"Ugh!" She slaps a paw into the water before her, aiming for a flash of silver. She can feel her claws graze scales just beneath the surface, but whatever it is gets away. Her frustration doubles, triples... and then fizzles. Downyfeather feels her shoulders hunch as she looks down at her reflection in the lapping pools. Who is she kidding? Some of these cats braved ships prior to Clanlife (whatever this means.) Some harbored fear and guilt just as much as they brandished bravery and comradery. She's a fraud. She wonders if they figure she will disappear in the night, run back to some twoleg home and return to a pampered life.
Downyfeather hears pawsteps behind her, and too-quickly a wet paw presses to wet cheeks, making her crying all the more visible. "Who's there?" She calls out without turning. "I'm - I'm busy here! Can't you - ugh..." The molly fails to ward off curiosity, her tail coiling by her side.
@willowburn