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.
- COYOTE -
I've come this far with a different map in each of my hands
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⟡ Coy's eyes were locked onto a rabbit as it sniffed along the grassy floor of the field, his tail tip flicking back and forth with excitement. He had never caught a rabbit, or even chased after one, so the young tom was fueled by pure curiosity and his own naivety.
He didn't pay any mind to which direction the wind was blowing as he stalked onward, his pace quickening as his excitement grew. But before he even got close enough to pounce as he would on a vole, the rabbit shot up, its ears tall as its head darted around the field, before its eyes set on Coy.
Coy froze, the fur along his shoulders bristling in surprise as he stared back at what was supposed to be his prey.
In the blink of an eye the rabbit darted away from the scene, kicking up grass and dirt with its powerful hind paws. With a sharp inhale Coyote quickly gave chase after the creature, his attention solely focused on its brown fur as it bobbed across the field.
Adrenaline coursed through his paws as he felt them gain on the rabbit, slowly closing the distance between himself and the creature. I'm getting closer! He exclaimed to himself, imagining the look on the other Barncat's faces as he dragged a catch of this size back into the stables.
Coyote sharply turned the corner of a bush as the rabbit suddenly changed direction, but his chase came to an abrupt end as another force knocked into him from the side--a blur of black and orange fur. With a hiss Coyote tumbled against the field in a tangle of fur and paws, his claws digging to get a grip on whatever had crashed into him.
He didn't pay any mind to which direction the wind was blowing as he stalked onward, his pace quickening as his excitement grew. But before he even got close enough to pounce as he would on a vole, the rabbit shot up, its ears tall as its head darted around the field, before its eyes set on Coy.
Coy froze, the fur along his shoulders bristling in surprise as he stared back at what was supposed to be his prey.
In the blink of an eye the rabbit darted away from the scene, kicking up grass and dirt with its powerful hind paws. With a sharp inhale Coyote quickly gave chase after the creature, his attention solely focused on its brown fur as it bobbed across the field.
Adrenaline coursed through his paws as he felt them gain on the rabbit, slowly closing the distance between himself and the creature. I'm getting closer! He exclaimed to himself, imagining the look on the other Barncat's faces as he dragged a catch of this size back into the stables.
Coyote sharply turned the corner of a bush as the rabbit suddenly changed direction, but his chase came to an abrupt end as another force knocked into him from the side--a blur of black and orange fur. With a hiss Coyote tumbled against the field in a tangle of fur and paws, his claws digging to get a grip on whatever had crashed into him.
