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 evening was bitterly frigid, as most nights had been lately, but Scale hardly felt it. Her well-insulated pelt, thick and sleek, wrapped around her small stature lovingly. Rounded tufts of blues, grays, and oranges shimmered faintly in the dim light, a callback to the name her mother had given her. She had often told Scale how her fur glimmered like fish scales in sunlight, and those bittersweet memories brought a gentle smile to Scale's pale maw.
Foggy recollections of being bundled up in her mother's paws, listening to her soft, melodic voice while the waves lapped against their home, had been the safest she'd ever felt. The thought of it filled her chest with a familiar ache. I wonder how you're doing out there, Mom. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Her hazel eyes glistened as tears threatened to fall, looking wistfully towards the inky ocean. It had been only a moon since her mother had passed, slipping away quietly in her sleep.
There had been no clear reason, though Scale often wondered if it was tied to the old injury in her mother's leg. A wound that had never healed properly. Her mother had endured the pain with such quiet resilience, especially after Scale's father had left. Few were left to ease her suffering.
"Your presence always heals me, my little cattytail. So strong and so kind." The tender words echoed in Scale's mind, her mother's meow as clear as if she were still beside her. It was a phrase the older she-cat often said when she was fretted over. A nickname Scale ached to hear one more time.
Scale tilted her gaze up toward the overcast sky, where only a few muted stars pierced through the thick clouds. A small, wistful part of her liked to imagine her mother was somewhere out there, looking back at her. The thought was comforting, even if she knew it was little more than a dream. She sighed softly, resting her small head against the cool, weathered wood of the railing. Her plump body tightly tucked in, paws hidden beneath her to preserve warmth. Most of the other cats were fast asleep by now, but Scale had struggled to find rest in recent nights. With no mother or father to usher her the kit off to bed she felt justified in staying up.
It seemed another cat was rummaging around on the deck behind her but she paid it no mind. The frosty air nipped at her whiskers, but she felt no intention to move or retreat inside. Instead, she stayed, letting the rhythmic sounds of the waves soothe her restless mind. They mingled with faint echoes of her mother's sweet scent and silky voice in her memories, a momentary aid against the chill of both the night and her thoughts.
Foggy recollections of being bundled up in her mother's paws, listening to her soft, melodic voice while the waves lapped against their home, had been the safest she'd ever felt. The thought of it filled her chest with a familiar ache. I wonder how you're doing out there, Mom. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Her hazel eyes glistened as tears threatened to fall, looking wistfully towards the inky ocean. It had been only a moon since her mother had passed, slipping away quietly in her sleep.
There had been no clear reason, though Scale often wondered if it was tied to the old injury in her mother's leg. A wound that had never healed properly. Her mother had endured the pain with such quiet resilience, especially after Scale's father had left. Few were left to ease her suffering.
"Your presence always heals me, my little cattytail. So strong and so kind." The tender words echoed in Scale's mind, her mother's meow as clear as if she were still beside her. It was a phrase the older she-cat often said when she was fretted over. A nickname Scale ached to hear one more time.
Scale tilted her gaze up toward the overcast sky, where only a few muted stars pierced through the thick clouds. A small, wistful part of her liked to imagine her mother was somewhere out there, looking back at her. The thought was comforting, even if she knew it was little more than a dream. She sighed softly, resting her small head against the cool, weathered wood of the railing. Her plump body tightly tucked in, paws hidden beneath her to preserve warmth. Most of the other cats were fast asleep by now, but Scale had struggled to find rest in recent nights. With no mother or father to usher her the kit off to bed she felt justified in staying up.
It seemed another cat was rummaging around on the deck behind her but she paid it no mind. The frosty air nipped at her whiskers, but she felt no intention to move or retreat inside. Instead, she stayed, letting the rhythmic sounds of the waves soothe her restless mind. They mingled with faint echoes of her mother's sweet scent and silky voice in her memories, a momentary aid against the chill of both the night and her thoughts.
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○ scale
○ LH blue-cream tortie w low white and hazel eyes
○ afab, undecided gender, she/they, 5 moons
○ kit of the shipyard
○ undecided orientation, single, crushing on no one
○ child of npc x npc ; only child
○ "speech", thoughts, powerplay
○ peaceful and healing powerplay accepted
○ toyhou.se - hub - playlist - penned by tasmagoric
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agility
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swimming
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climbing
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charisma
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