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.
(takes place immediately after this thread)
☆ Rowanpaw pads through the undergrowth, eyes on the lookout for any herbs that might be useful, enjoying the late new leaf sun as it flickers through the treetops. Her mind is elsewhere, drifting, thinking of a certain she-cat, the molly with the herbs who smells like pine and youth stolen from Rowanpaw too young.
Then, suddenly– the smell of blood. A smell she knows far too well, the smell of her nightmares, that sometimes seems to drown her… she shivers, eyes flicking this way and that, trying to pinpoint where it's coming from. The Shadowclan border? Oh no… oh… she takes off running, darting through the woods like a rabbit chased by something worse than either cat or fox– and breaks through a bramblebush into a small clearing where she sees–
Her mother.
No, Serpentberry. This is… Serpentberry. Blood is dripping from her maw, goldenrod held between her teeth. Rowanpaw's heart is beating like the hoofs of a runaway horse. Part of her fears for her mother, but another part… a smaller part… fears Serpentberry. Poison and blood. But, no– no– she shakes her head.
"Mother," she says, voice quivering as she hurries to her side, "are you alright, are you hurt? What happened? Oh, don't tell me it was one of those traitors– I'll– I…" she'll what? Poison them all, like Serpentberry had taught her to?
No, she's a healer, she… the whole reason she became a medicine cat was so she wouldn't have to fight or kill… but if Shadowclan took her mother from her, then…
"Mother," she says again. "Please… tell me what to do…"
☆ Rowanpaw pads through the undergrowth, eyes on the lookout for any herbs that might be useful, enjoying the late new leaf sun as it flickers through the treetops. Her mind is elsewhere, drifting, thinking of a certain she-cat, the molly with the herbs who smells like pine and youth stolen from Rowanpaw too young.
Then, suddenly– the smell of blood. A smell she knows far too well, the smell of her nightmares, that sometimes seems to drown her… she shivers, eyes flicking this way and that, trying to pinpoint where it's coming from. The Shadowclan border? Oh no… oh… she takes off running, darting through the woods like a rabbit chased by something worse than either cat or fox– and breaks through a bramblebush into a small clearing where she sees–
Her mother.
No, Serpentberry. This is… Serpentberry. Blood is dripping from her maw, goldenrod held between her teeth. Rowanpaw's heart is beating like the hoofs of a runaway horse. Part of her fears for her mother, but another part… a smaller part… fears Serpentberry. Poison and blood. But, no– no– she shakes her head.
"Mother," she says, voice quivering as she hurries to her side, "are you alright, are you hurt? What happened? Oh, don't tell me it was one of those traitors– I'll– I…" she'll what? Poison them all, like Serpentberry had taught her to?
No, she's a healer, she… the whole reason she became a medicine cat was so she wouldn't have to fight or kill… but if Shadowclan took her mother from her, then…
"Mother," she says again. "Please… tell me what to do…"
☆ ROWANPAW. 11 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
sister to maplefrost
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - @serpentberry
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
sister to maplefrost
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - @serpentberry