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.
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This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.
Owlbark has taken to patrolling much more frequently by himself since he became deputy, or at least the closest he could get. He would gather his obedient herd, lead them away from home, and then go his own way while they fumbled through the underbrush. He had also developed a habit of checking the WindClan border since he encountered them. Like RiverClan and SkyClan, these cats were strangers to Owlbark. ShadowClan held familiar faces to him from the colony days and he knew what to expect, but these three other clans were cats from far off. They all had peace now, but the pessimistic side of Owlbark - the entire pessimistic being of Owlbark - refused to accept that it would last. Something would break and transgressions would have to happen.
The deputy moved his way through his territory, scenting for prey and any other oddity. The shriek of prey caught his attention because he had been sure to shake his patrol off of him until they were to return to camp. None had followed him this far. He peers through leaves and fern fronds to see a lanky and windswept cat digging into prey on the ThunderClan side of the border. SHe looked so smug with the rabbit clutched under her jaws. Her green eyes caught his and Owlbark slowly padded forward, holding her gaze. He almost reveled in the way her eyes went from recognition to nervousness. She tried to placate him and leave peacefully, but that hungry part of him he tried his best to forget emerged and instinct took over. My prey, he thought with a growl and he stomped his foot down on the she-cat. She yelped in surprise and squirmed under his grasp. Owlbark pressed harder and dug his claws in for better grasp on her bony figure. Drops of blood welled under his claws and the sight of it snapped him back to reality. She's just an apprentice, he reminded himself.
He released the girl and watched her flee over the border, rabbit forgotten and cold at Owlbark's feet. He was ready to turn and forget this, until a familiar warrior rushed to see the commotion. Maremane, he sneered, wrinkling his nose and preparing for what he knew to be a... discussion.
