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.
. ☼ MERRY ☼ .
A lithe tom known from his old barn mates as being a warm-hearted and welcoming tom to cats from all walks of life. Quick-witted and even quicker on his paws, he's far from a perfect young cat but everything he does is to help his kin and friends alike.
A lithe tom known from his old barn mates as being a warm-hearted and welcoming tom to cats from all walks of life. Quick-witted and even quicker on his paws, he's far from a perfect young cat but everything he does is to help his kin and friends alike.
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———-,. ° ✧- GENERAL INFO -✧ ° .-,———
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✧ Merry
✧ 'Thoughts', "Speech", Attack
✧Toyhou.se
✧Playlist
✧ A skinny, shorthaired tom, Merry's pelt is a tortoiseshell muddle of diluted golds and cinnamon. While not undersized his lithe form suits him well for his mousing job in the barn. More often than not, his fur is tousled, messy with bits of hay or grass caught, especially in his tail from lounging around in the midday. His eyes are a vibrant, emerald green, sticking out in stark contrast to his dilute pelt. His furs texture is currently slightly singed from the fire around his legs and tail.
( + ) warm-hearted, efficient, dedicated ( / ) relaxed, observant, tolerant ( - ) competitive, defensive, reckless
✧ Merry is often seen lounging atop hay, admits the grass or atop the farm animals if the weather is particularly nice. He always says it's to keep his energy up when mousing is needed, but he really enjoys snoozing when no one's looking. That isn't to say Merry is lazy, far from it; he is an adept hunter, quick on his feet from his lighter form; spending much of his time growing up chasing mice in the barn means he has more than enough proficiency in mousing for the two legs. But when he isn't sleeping or earning his keep killing the rodents in the barn, he's a warm, kindly presence around the farm. Having picked up much from his older brother Goldy, he tries to bring just as much comfort to the cats as he always has.
Though his charm is still something to be desired, he often stumbles over words and immediately gets embarrassed. Something he avoids, like the plague, is any hint of being perceived as less than what he tries to display himself as, or - stars forbid - something negative is said about his family, and he's immediately on the defensive. Even if he is wrong or defending something or someone in the wrong, he's too proud to admit that and can and will start many arguments about it. His fuse is rather short for such situations and leads to him getting into plenty of trouble that could have been avoided if he just admitted his foolish behaviour. This also leads to him being reckless, doing stupid and even downright dangerous things to prove a point or do what he thinks will help, which has quite literally hurt him before.
Unnamed x Unnamed | Unclaimed cat
✧ Friends with Hollow and Auroura.
✧ Respects Dusty, Cowboy, Holly and Chickenscratch.
✧ Likes: Lounging about, spending time with other cats, chewing on plants (especially hay).
✧ Dislikes: Arguments/ getting confronted, being wrong.
✧ Hates: Fire and chickens >:(
✧ Will start a fight, will show mercy, won't run away
✧ Excels at hunting and tracking
✧ Poor at fighting and climbing
✧ Peaceful powerplay allowed, harmful powerplay within limits (ask/talk about it first)
✧ Smells like sun-warmed fur and hay
✧ Merry doesn't remember too much about his first three moons. At first there was warmth, soft fur of a comforting body, a scent he's never been able to find since. He remembers how cold everything became a while after. How he cried for that warmth to return. Time blurred together after, his heart aches having to recall those days. Any cat asking him what his time before the barn was like will be met with a sadness in Merry's eyes one never sees otherwise. But that was the past, Merry always interupts his own sorrow to remind those around him that his home is the barn and his family is Goldy.
✧ Goldy, only 13 moons himself when he found Merry. A frightened bundle of fluff, big, wide blue eyes staring out from the underbrush near the barn. He tried to be scary, puff up and defend himself. Merry tried to resist the warmth, but he was only a kitten, and Goldy sought to protect him from the cruelty the world had handed him until then. Merry, an ironic name at the time in prospect, was a stand-offish kitten. Still ruffled from being thrown into barn life, he was given an outlet for the upset his tiny body held when he was found chasing mice all through the barn. Even with tiny legs and a round little body - fattened up finally from Goldy making sure he had plenty to eat - the kitten burned plenty of energy off, managing to chase the many mice. It only took a couple of moons for a triumphant little thing holding up a dead mouse to catch all himself. The cats of the barn knew that even if he wasn't born a barn cat, he already had the makings of a great mouser.
✧ Though even with such energy, it didn't stop the young cat from getting into trouble. Try as Goldy and the older cats might, Merry had an awful temper at that age. A snappy little thing ready to start and win a fight in the same breath. He often goes out of his way to ignore warnings from the other barn cats. Spooking the farm animals, fighting too rough with cats his age, getting up in places he shouldn't have. Merry was lucky it was only the chickens he infuriated; he underestimated the rage of hens when he'd been found batting around chicks and promptly ended up enemies with the poultry. In the end the birds would win the war, giving him so mighty good scars even after his streak of poor behaviour was snuffed out. And how that happened, well, Merry counted his lucky days after. Clambering again on dangerous equipment, much to Goldy's horrror ended in disaster. With one wrong move, Merry tumbled off and, in trying to claw himself back up, knocked the thing over and trapped his tail with a sickening crunch. He was lucky it was just his tail, as now to the day there is a distinct kink in his tail from where the broken bones healed wrong. A permanent reminder of his foolish behaviour.
✧ The barn cats had faith in the young cat despite this. It was clear he was still processing plenty of internal turmoil, as from acting out instead, his fur grew patchy as he became a little older. With his mind always racing, he got a bad habit of overgrooming, something he still does as an adult on especially bad days, though the barn cats taught him a better method than leaving himself balding at such a young age. Nowadays, he can be seen chewing on plants, mostly hay, though the more fragrant, sweet-tasting plants are his favourites.
✧ As Merry grew, he quickly lost that kitten pudge and becoming a longer, skinner cat. Though not the unhealthy, scrawny state he'd once been seen in, a light build proved the other barn cats' assumptions about what he'd grow to be: a truly talented mouser. And that he was. Now an adult, he seeks to follow in his older brother's footsteps, being a beacon of safety for younger or stray cats in the barn. While his temper still results in plenty of arguments with cats like Sassafrass, especially when he decides to die on a hill on an idea he's blatantly wrong about, he will seek reconciliation down the road as he holds his bandmates in high regard. Grudges are plenty, but he'd never leave a cat hungry. He's been known to offer to hunt multiple times a day, even in poorer weather, if it means no cat goes hungry. Selfless to a fault, he puts all cats - especially his brother and the younger cats he keeps an eye out for - before himself. Maybe someday it'll be his downfall, but for now, it's an arrangement he's more than happy to live with. He's content in his farm home.
✧ Until of course, the fire takes that all away.
⤷ Of a cheery and lively disposition
✧ (Trans) Tom, He/Him ⤷ Some kind of queer not 100% sure yet
✧ 25 moons ⤷ Ages on the 1st of every month
✧ Barncat -> Future windclan warrior✧ 'Thoughts', "Speech", Attack
✧Toyhou.se
✧Playlist
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———-,. ° ✧- APPEARANCE -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- APPEARANCE -✧ ° .-,———
✧ A skinny, shorthaired tom, Merry's pelt is a tortoiseshell muddle of diluted golds and cinnamon. While not undersized his lithe form suits him well for his mousing job in the barn. More often than not, his fur is tousled, messy with bits of hay or grass caught, especially in his tail from lounging around in the midday. His eyes are a vibrant, emerald green, sticking out in stark contrast to his dilute pelt. His furs texture is currently slightly singed from the fire around his legs and tail.
⤷ His tail is kinked around 2/3's of the way up from an accident when younger with some heavy equipment leading to a poorly healed break.
⤷ There's some small scarring to his forelegs and face from play fighting gone too rough, and one he refuses to admit was from losing a fight to a chicken.
⤷ Light burn scarring from the barn fire on his paws, legs and hind leg especially.
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———-,. ° ✧- PERSONALITY -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- PERSONALITY -✧ ° .-,———
( + ) warm-hearted, efficient, dedicated ( / ) relaxed, observant, tolerant ( - ) competitive, defensive, reckless
✧ Merry is often seen lounging atop hay, admits the grass or atop the farm animals if the weather is particularly nice. He always says it's to keep his energy up when mousing is needed, but he really enjoys snoozing when no one's looking. That isn't to say Merry is lazy, far from it; he is an adept hunter, quick on his feet from his lighter form; spending much of his time growing up chasing mice in the barn means he has more than enough proficiency in mousing for the two legs. But when he isn't sleeping or earning his keep killing the rodents in the barn, he's a warm, kindly presence around the farm. Having picked up much from his older brother Goldy, he tries to bring just as much comfort to the cats as he always has.
Though his charm is still something to be desired, he often stumbles over words and immediately gets embarrassed. Something he avoids, like the plague, is any hint of being perceived as less than what he tries to display himself as, or - stars forbid - something negative is said about his family, and he's immediately on the defensive. Even if he is wrong or defending something or someone in the wrong, he's too proud to admit that and can and will start many arguments about it. His fuse is rather short for such situations and leads to him getting into plenty of trouble that could have been avoided if he just admitted his foolish behaviour. This also leads to him being reckless, doing stupid and even downright dangerous things to prove a point or do what he thinks will help, which has quite literally hurt him before.
⤷ Chews on plants (especially hay) as a nervous tell, got into the habit of it after over-grooming as a younger cat.
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———-,. ° ✧- RELATIONSHIPS -✧ ° .-,———
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Unnamed x Unnamed | Unclaimed cat
quick to trust, quick to befriend, does hold grudges
✧ Kind of mentored by Goldy, more of a sibling relationship ⤷ Previously mentor to nobody
✧ Mate to nobody ⤷ open to plots
✧ Sibling to Goldy.✧ Friends with Hollow and Auroura.
✧ Respects Dusty, Cowboy, Holly and Chickenscratch.
✧ Likes: Lounging about, spending time with other cats, chewing on plants (especially hay).
✧ Dislikes: Arguments/ getting confronted, being wrong.
✧ Hates: Fire and chickens >:(
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———-,. ° ✧- INTERACTIONS -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- INTERACTIONS -✧ ° .-,———
✧ Will start a fight, will show mercy, won't run away
✧ Excels at hunting and tracking
✧ Poor at fighting and climbing
✧ Peaceful powerplay allowed, harmful powerplay within limits (ask/talk about it first)
✧ Smells like sun-warmed fur and hay
⤷ penned by Phoenix 
⤷ Side bar art by CryptidMickle
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———-,. ° ✧- HISTORY -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- HISTORY -✧ ° .-,———
✧ Merry doesn't remember too much about his first three moons. At first there was warmth, soft fur of a comforting body, a scent he's never been able to find since. He remembers how cold everything became a while after. How he cried for that warmth to return. Time blurred together after, his heart aches having to recall those days. Any cat asking him what his time before the barn was like will be met with a sadness in Merry's eyes one never sees otherwise. But that was the past, Merry always interupts his own sorrow to remind those around him that his home is the barn and his family is Goldy.
✧ Goldy, only 13 moons himself when he found Merry. A frightened bundle of fluff, big, wide blue eyes staring out from the underbrush near the barn. He tried to be scary, puff up and defend himself. Merry tried to resist the warmth, but he was only a kitten, and Goldy sought to protect him from the cruelty the world had handed him until then. Merry, an ironic name at the time in prospect, was a stand-offish kitten. Still ruffled from being thrown into barn life, he was given an outlet for the upset his tiny body held when he was found chasing mice all through the barn. Even with tiny legs and a round little body - fattened up finally from Goldy making sure he had plenty to eat - the kitten burned plenty of energy off, managing to chase the many mice. It only took a couple of moons for a triumphant little thing holding up a dead mouse to catch all himself. The cats of the barn knew that even if he wasn't born a barn cat, he already had the makings of a great mouser.
✧ Though even with such energy, it didn't stop the young cat from getting into trouble. Try as Goldy and the older cats might, Merry had an awful temper at that age. A snappy little thing ready to start and win a fight in the same breath. He often goes out of his way to ignore warnings from the other barn cats. Spooking the farm animals, fighting too rough with cats his age, getting up in places he shouldn't have. Merry was lucky it was only the chickens he infuriated; he underestimated the rage of hens when he'd been found batting around chicks and promptly ended up enemies with the poultry. In the end the birds would win the war, giving him so mighty good scars even after his streak of poor behaviour was snuffed out. And how that happened, well, Merry counted his lucky days after. Clambering again on dangerous equipment, much to Goldy's horrror ended in disaster. With one wrong move, Merry tumbled off and, in trying to claw himself back up, knocked the thing over and trapped his tail with a sickening crunch. He was lucky it was just his tail, as now to the day there is a distinct kink in his tail from where the broken bones healed wrong. A permanent reminder of his foolish behaviour.
✧ The barn cats had faith in the young cat despite this. It was clear he was still processing plenty of internal turmoil, as from acting out instead, his fur grew patchy as he became a little older. With his mind always racing, he got a bad habit of overgrooming, something he still does as an adult on especially bad days, though the barn cats taught him a better method than leaving himself balding at such a young age. Nowadays, he can be seen chewing on plants, mostly hay, though the more fragrant, sweet-tasting plants are his favourites.
✧ As Merry grew, he quickly lost that kitten pudge and becoming a longer, skinner cat. Though not the unhealthy, scrawny state he'd once been seen in, a light build proved the other barn cats' assumptions about what he'd grow to be: a truly talented mouser. And that he was. Now an adult, he seeks to follow in his older brother's footsteps, being a beacon of safety for younger or stray cats in the barn. While his temper still results in plenty of arguments with cats like Sassafrass, especially when he decides to die on a hill on an idea he's blatantly wrong about, he will seek reconciliation down the road as he holds his bandmates in high regard. Grudges are plenty, but he'd never leave a cat hungry. He's been known to offer to hunt multiple times a day, even in poorer weather, if it means no cat goes hungry. Selfless to a fault, he puts all cats - especially his brother and the younger cats he keeps an eye out for - before himself. Maybe someday it'll be his downfall, but for now, it's an arrangement he's more than happy to live with. He's content in his farm home.
✧ Until of course, the fire takes that all away.