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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THEY CALL KIDS LIKE US VICIOUS AND CARVED OUT OF STONE
BUT FOR WHAT WE'VE BECOME, WE JUST FEEL MORE ALONE
BUT FOR WHAT WE'VE BECOME, WE JUST FEEL MORE ALONE
Wolf wasn't known for being a kind and caring soul. He wasn't often sympathetic toward others, and he definitely didn't share his resources with those around him. When he left the colonies little strip of territory to hunt, he didn't bring back extra for the other cats. And as of recently the only reason he'd begun inviting restless colony cats along was because he could appreciate a fighting spirit in a cat who wanted to survive, someone who wasn't afraid to adapt when it was asked of them. For some time now it'd been obvious that there were cats like that here, waiting in frustration for their leaders to show them what to do. It was almost painful to watch, in a cringe-worthy kind of way, seeing as how the answers to their problems were so damn close it was nearly laughable to an outsider looking in– someone like Wolf.
So, he'd shown them.
Not out of the kindness of his heart, but because he could see the potential in a group this large. He did just fine on his own, sure, but maybe he could do even better with a group. He'd done temporary alliances before with other loners like himself, but nothing to this kind of scale. Nothing where the cats seemed to have a genuine interest in making sure one another was fed and looked after. He still wasn't sure he bought into the idea of true loyalty– of sacrificing just because you genuinely cared that much more for someone else– but he also didn't hate the idea of a proper system where every cat who contributed got a share. Where injured or sick cats had access to someone who could heal them. Where their numbers were enough to mob off dogs and foxes and other predators.
Not to mention the territorial benefits.
Back in the cities it was hard to control any stretch of land for long on your own. There were always cats coming in and going out, a new rival to chase off what's yours. An endless sea of opponents for a piece of trash territory that wasn't even worth the effort. The smarter move was to just keep moving, taking what you needed as you went.
Unless you could self sustain, like out here.
No cat would challenge an entire colony for land or prey. And there were no other big groups to do it either. This place, well, it could really be something…
If it managed to survive the winter and work out it's overpopulation issues.
Which was unfortunately where Wolf found a need to step in. Letting this place crash and burn would be a waste.
So, while he normally wouldn't share, today he made an exception, walking into camp and catching sight of a younger cat who was brooding off to the side, his frame lean from hunger like so many of the others. Wolf took a seat nearby, letting the rabbit hanging between his jaws fall limp to the ground by his large paws. "Hey, kid. You're hungry, right?" he called, an invisible brow raising before he gestured to the rabbit he'd carried in. "Pulled this off the moors, if you want some."
loner/future shadowclan - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars