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.
Exhaustion had set in quickly after returning to camp; Juncopaw had allowed herself to be whisked away by her Clanmates, finding safety amidst the middle of the crowd. Her voice had not been heard much then, surprisingly, for all the fun had been stripped from her the moment she saw death. Her mind reels with the events of the past hours now, even when she tries to shut her eyes tight and shove her face into the comfort of her nest. She knows she should sleep it all away so that she can return to normal tomorrow... but sleep doesn't come.
"Psst-"
Silence.
"Hey, psst!"
she hisses louder, looking at the nearest nest beside her. Surely she's not the only one who is struggling? Juncopaw knows she will get over this somehow, but for the time being, she cannot comprehend all these new, terrible things that she had learned.
How easy it is for a cat to die.
"I can't sleep,"
comes the complaint. She simply has to make it everyone else's problem.
"Can you?"
Set after the Gathering, this is for apprentices only!
For once she is glad to be bothered while trying to sleep, to be whispered at in hushed tones while trying to not wake the warriors or the kits. I can't sleep, can you? It was Juncopaw, who had been at the gathering alongside Shimmerpaw. Though they hadn't been directly next to each other through the whole thing they had seen the same stuff, seen the death and how violent others could be. She had already known of the violence of other clans - they both did with how ShadowClan had been - but to see another clan do worse than that in front of everyone? It had been chilling.
"No." Came the quiet answer as the while feline found herself turning over in her nest, body shuffling itself so that she was facing the other apprentice so that a conversation could be had easier if it were to continue - and knowing the other apprentices it would continue - and for once Shimmerpaw wanted to be involved, wanted to be right there when the conversation happened instead of on the sidelines.
It took a moment, thoughts moving in her head to find the right words before they were spilling from her maw. "You think that the ThunderClan leader came back like Pikestar did?" Surely she would, for she had been picked by StarClan just the same right? They had left before seeing it, but Hawkstar had made such a big deal over the clans not being true clans since they didn't follow whatever that code was that she couldn't help but wonder if Juniperstar did come back, the power of StarClan healing her wounds like they had done with some of Pikestar's own. "Or do you think maybe they were faking like Hawkstar was trying to say?" Was all of ThunderClan not really a real clan, fake in their claim of the territory? She didn't like the thought of one of their closest neighbors being liars like that.
SHIMMERPAW she/her, riverclan 10 moons old. all white cat masking cinnamon tortie mentored by NPC // mentoring none littermate to none NPC x NPC / mother to none / mated to none "speech" // "thoughts" penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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