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.

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MAREMANE
MAREMANE

MAREMANE

one trick pony
WindClan
WindClan Founder Stars Align Champion
53
7
Freshkill
35
Nickname
" LOUIE "
Pronouns
SHE/HER
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"Do you know anything about the killer?"

Maremane wasted no time, the swarm of conversation outside the den buzzing around her ears. She breathed heavily, almost uncaring as to if anyone outside heard her as she leaned in to scrutinize Dustystar. Up on the Tallrock, the wound that had killed her was blurred by distance. Now, Maremane's eyes darted from her observation, uncomfortable with the depth of the slice. It was shaking Maremane, how powerful Dustystar had always appeared backlit by the sun on that rock. How she had been instead wobbling and wound-weary when she had given her own obituary. "Like, even a fur colour, the direction they came from? A scent?"

"I just think we need to try and look for something while it's still the day of. I don't know if we can play defensively and wait until they strike again." Her skin crawled at the idea of being sent out in packs for moons. Of Peafowlpaw being trapped by watchful eyes instead of freely roaming like he loved to do. Sure, they needed to be safe, but they also needed to find out clues before the rain washed away Dustystar's blood. If this murdered originated from where she theorized, then they could keep an eye on WindClan, watching them guard their ranks over the seasons until they loosened up again...

Maremane glared at the ground, jaw aching. She wasn't paranoid. "I'll lead an investigative patrol out, or something..." It seemed like hell, to have to confront the endless drone of developing rumours and speculation.

She would do it, though. Any more bloodshed, any more of Dustystar's lives lost, and she might've reconsidered her stay.

@Dustystar


 

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar isn't suprised to see Maremane follow her into the cool shade of her den. She'd been watching the whole meeting intently - unusual, for her. The gaze that had felt so searing during her announcement burns even more fiercely up close. Dustystar feels the urge to shrink away, hide her wounds, or else be burned by the intensity.

indentA haggard sigh pushes past her lips, unbidden. "They got me near the thunderpath. They'd covered themself in mud and hidden in the ditch there." Grey brows scrunch together in thought. "I couldn't see - or smell - anything that could lead us to a culprit. They were big, though. Real big". Big enough to overpower Dustystar in a single motion.

indentPleading eyes meet Maremane's. "I understand the need to investigate, but I don't like the idea of you all going back there so soon. The rest of you don't get another chance if you go out." Dustystar shakes her head morose. "I'll lead a small group back to where it happened. I doubt we'll find anything, though. Whoever it was took a great deal of care to conceal their identity."


Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader


 
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Her brows, too, furrowed heavily as the image of the attacker remained foggy in her mind. Maremane's sternum tugged as she breathed, "It had to have been deliberate."

No murder-minded rogue would take so much care. Emerald eyes squinted shut as she tried to bring forth the mugshot of who had killed Dustystar. Real big, a towering figure strong enough to slice Dustystar from throat to ear... Stripes formed in Maremane's vision, but with a frustrated twitch of her lips, she shook her head. "They weren't just passing by if they had staked you out. They must have known you're a leader."

Her gaze met Dustystar's, before wandering to the entrance of the den. Maremane found her tongue poised on the edge of an outright accusation, but she had faced the leader's judgement for her actions at the treeline. She was hesitant to name her guess outright -- she couldn't risk being pinned as jumping to find fault with ThunderClan. "The Thunderpath is inside territories. It'd be odd for a non-Clan cat to come upon it without anyone else knowing-" Her musing here was futile, though.

Maremane nodded quickly, finding the risk for going against Dustystar's word far more than just a punishment. If the cat struck again, killed another cat, then nothing could bring them back. "I'll go with the group," she stated -- begged.

The idea that she pursued this knowledge for selfish reasons came easier than the truth she actually cared. Maremane replayed a scene she never witnessed again and again, her only peace in it the delusion that she could see moss green eyes, brown fur stained red if she tried hard enough to paint it that way.


 

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indent"Of course." Dustystar abides Maremane's request. Maremane is a fine warrior and a trusted member of the council. It'll be good to have her along. Even if it wasn't Dustystar is too tired to argue.

indentDustystar sighs, once more. "Not now, though. The medecine cats will want to have a look at this wound, I'm sure. Then, after that..." She looks to the side, averting her gaze as if ashamed. "I need rest, Maremane." Without another word, she exits the den, pelt brushing against Maremane's as she does so.


Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader


 
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