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.
Frostmoth, during a brief reprieve from the rain that frequently makes itself a part of RiverClan's daily routine, finds himself walking along one of the tributaries leading up to the cascades. He can hear them roaring distantly, but the crashing water is nothing more than soothing to the deputy. A reminder of constancy through the whirlwind of changes he has faced over just the past moon alone. His paws are steady as they brush across the muddy shoreline. He barely pauses when flashes of fish- mostly slighter types like chubs, minnows, and perches- dance beneath the surface.
Frostmoth isn't totally sure what the destination of his solo walk is so far, but sure enough he eventually finds a more shallow section of the river and slows his pace. The water bubbles quietly here, and the bottom is seen easily where smooth stones are dotted with sunshine. The bicolor pauses. It's a reprieve when he looks into the clear water and instead of his own reflection he can only see the contents of the river. It's more like a stream here, really. The banks pitch inward and the depth is shallow enough that Frostmoth thinks if he stepped in it might not even reach his chin.
He watches for a moment. To his surprise, a small school of shiner comes to dart about beneath the surface, and after a watchful couple of breaths, Frostmoth quickly dips in a paw and fishes one out. Despite the shallow depths, the shiner is fairly large and slips out of Frostmoth's deft paws. Luckily, it seems to pith itself when it lands on the jagged edge of some river-rock along the bank. He sighs in relief both that his catch didn't find its way back into the water, and that nobody was around to see his fumble. He draws forth to collect his kill when he notices a smattering of sparkles laid over the edge of the rock. Frostmoth gently moves aside his shiner and passes a curious paw over the sparkles to find that his pads are covered in many of the silvery-pink-red scales.
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go ahead and walk up on his dumb ass
"SPEECH" -
★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 17 moons
— penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
— longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
— peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
- penned by carat!