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.
Their last leg, as Dustystar had explained, came before Maremane knew it. It was a pleasant surprise. Most of the time, patrols dragged on for her, with no fun banter or conversation to keep it speeding on by. She was looking forwards to seeing the Highstones so closely, and maybe that was the change she needed. It fed a part of her that had been subtly buried since the barn fire: the powerful feeling of wanderlust.
The Highstones were tall enough for the earth to give way, soil breaking out into rocks, as if they had stabbed through nature's skin. Her breath hitched when her eyes flicked to the tops of them. She knew they couldn't reach the top and come back home in one day, nor was it safe for the two apprentices they had, but… If it took coming alone, Maremane would've loved to see beyond them.
She narrowed her eyes ahead at the elevating ground. They still had a while before it became mostly stone.
It felt strange to know she was at the helm of this patrol. Maremane was still grappling with the idea of her, this callous being, having her paw in WindClan's council. She might have been wickedly independent, but that didn't make her a good example or leader.
If Harefoot or Gladebloom had any suggestions for where their path would go, she would simply shrug and follow whoever had the most energy. She had been lucky with who came along with her. Harefoot was a quiet, kind cat, and Gladebloom was similar, her eyes filled with warmth. There was no kindle to her abrasion and fire, and it resulted in her feeling distant, locked in on the things around her rather than the negative qualities of another clanmate.
She trailed as if a ghost, her front teeth visible as she tasted the air for anything interesting. "It'd be our luck to find another Clan round here," Maremane mused. For all she knew, they were but a tile in a mosaic of feline territory, and the possibility of having yet another group's name to report home made her eyes droop temporarily with fatigue.
@harefoot @Gladebloom @scorchpaw @Hayloft.
The Highstones were tall enough for the earth to give way, soil breaking out into rocks, as if they had stabbed through nature's skin. Her breath hitched when her eyes flicked to the tops of them. She knew they couldn't reach the top and come back home in one day, nor was it safe for the two apprentices they had, but… If it took coming alone, Maremane would've loved to see beyond them.
She narrowed her eyes ahead at the elevating ground. They still had a while before it became mostly stone.
It felt strange to know she was at the helm of this patrol. Maremane was still grappling with the idea of her, this callous being, having her paw in WindClan's council. She might have been wickedly independent, but that didn't make her a good example or leader.
If Harefoot or Gladebloom had any suggestions for where their path would go, she would simply shrug and follow whoever had the most energy. She had been lucky with who came along with her. Harefoot was a quiet, kind cat, and Gladebloom was similar, her eyes filled with warmth. There was no kindle to her abrasion and fire, and it resulted in her feeling distant, locked in on the things around her rather than the negative qualities of another clanmate.
She trailed as if a ghost, her front teeth visible as she tasted the air for anything interesting. "It'd be our luck to find another Clan round here," Maremane mused. For all she knew, they were but a tile in a mosaic of feline territory, and the possibility of having yet another group's name to report home made her eyes droop temporarily with fatigue.
@harefoot @Gladebloom @scorchpaw @Hayloft.
