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.
Somehow, Frostmoth has been roped into helping with den repairs. Although this is a necessary task that has been added onto their daily schedules- it had only been a few days ago that the ceiling had caved in and doused poor Adderfang and his nest in rainwater- Frostmoth is lacking in deftness. Beside him, Russetfall is also assisting in the weaving and patching of reeds; likely to her chagrin.
Frostmoth isn't close with the lifeguard, even though both of them were the exact same age. And it feels a bit strange to try and bridge that gap now that Frostmoth (by some miracle) outranks her. If anything, the deputy thinks perhaps they should change places. He wonders if Russetfall ever feels the same lack of experience and training that he does. But he knows better than to pry. If anything, she must be better prepared than him: she had been assigned an apprentice and he had been left to figure out his own nonsense instead.
Ironic.
"Do you know how this works?" The deputy finally speaks, finding himself frustrated enough that he no longer cares that the silence between them is thick and awkward. "I feel like this is something I could have learned as an apprentice," he adds with a huff, spreading his front paws over the dried reeds in front of him "But I narrowly escaped that age window. So unfortunately... This is a skill that I lack."
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★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 20 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!