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.
fart
They had split for just a few minutes to follow separate trails.
Just a few minutes.
The sound of struggle made her chest thrash, every rib ice cold as she picked up into a sprint. She dropped her field mouse as soon as Gorsepaw came into view, her toes dancing onto the ThunderClan border. Maremane was at her most generous in that moment -- blinking to make sure she had seen what she thought she had seen. Giving him a sliver of the benefit of the doubt.
Then, the raised clearance of her brow became thunderous, furrowing painfully over a glare. A warrior. A grown tom had stepped on Gorsepaw. She didn't care if the apprentice had stepped over a border. He had given her no time to explain, no mercy. "Are you fucking serious?"
"You laid claws on a child," Maremane hissed, tail twisting tornado-like. She didn't look to see if that offended Gorsepaw. "Did I see that right?"
"You don't get to run away from this."
She turned to the apprentice, resolute. "Go to camp, Gorsepaw." No part of her cared that she had a history of trespassing herself, that Gorsepaw had crossed ThunderClan's scentline. Maremane turned back to Owlbark, the fact she could recognize him increasingly more irritating.
"Your medicine cat will hand over the cobwebs and whatever else needed for that scratch." It was not up for debate. Owlbark would march home and the shame of explanation would injure him more than she ever could. "Or, if you're too incompetent for that, I'll certainly take an eye for an eye." Maremane's claws unsheathed. Green eyes flashed venomously. She was selfish in her bargain; she intended to take more from him than he had from Gorsepaw.
Just a few minutes.
The sound of struggle made her chest thrash, every rib ice cold as she picked up into a sprint. She dropped her field mouse as soon as Gorsepaw came into view, her toes dancing onto the ThunderClan border. Maremane was at her most generous in that moment -- blinking to make sure she had seen what she thought she had seen. Giving him a sliver of the benefit of the doubt.
Then, the raised clearance of her brow became thunderous, furrowing painfully over a glare. A warrior. A grown tom had stepped on Gorsepaw. She didn't care if the apprentice had stepped over a border. He had given her no time to explain, no mercy. "Are you fucking serious?"
"You laid claws on a child," Maremane hissed, tail twisting tornado-like. She didn't look to see if that offended Gorsepaw. "Did I see that right?"
"You don't get to run away from this."
She turned to the apprentice, resolute. "Go to camp, Gorsepaw." No part of her cared that she had a history of trespassing herself, that Gorsepaw had crossed ThunderClan's scentline. Maremane turned back to Owlbark, the fact she could recognize him increasingly more irritating.
"Your medicine cat will hand over the cobwebs and whatever else needed for that scratch." It was not up for debate. Owlbark would march home and the shame of explanation would injure him more than she ever could. "Or, if you're too incompetent for that, I'll certainly take an eye for an eye." Maremane's claws unsheathed. Green eyes flashed venomously. She was selfish in her bargain; she intended to take more from him than he had from Gorsepaw.
The scuffling pulls Magnoliapeak's attention from her own solo hunt. She'd truthfully thought of the prey shriek as being just another one of her clanmates having good luck, not an intruder picking prey off of their territory. Similar to Maremane, she rushes toward the sound of conflict, and arrives just in time to see the WindClan apprentice released by Owlbark. It's a good lesson, she thinks. Not enough to really hurt the apprentice, but enough to teach her to watch clan borders and leave ThunderClan prey alone. Magnoliapeak had been raised by strict parents. They had cared for her deeply, but all the pressure on Magnoliapeak had weighed upon her and pressed her into a hard, adamantine adult. And in turn, she pushes her own strict standards onto others.
Of course, that didn't mean everyone had those same strict standards.
The apprentice had fled, but now in her place stands an enraged warrior. Angry about the valuable lesson that has been given. Typical. "You apprentice children in WindClan?" Magnoliapeak questions, head tipped and eyes narrowed. She levels her gaze with Maremane and continues to sneer "She looked as old as any of our own apprentices. But I guess yours don't know much about discipline." And now what? This WindClanner is bristling at the ThunderClan deputy, but Magnoliapeak remains relatively unfazed. She turns her gaze to Owlbark, as if silently asking him what he plans to do to ward off the leering molly. "You'd do best to follow your apprentice home," Magnoliapeak turns back to look at the WindClan cat "unless you also feel you need a learning experience from this as well."
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"speech"
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MAGNOLIAPEAK she/her, thunderclan, twenty-three moons.
❀ shorthaired dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
❀ mentored by her parents (informal), mentoring rampaw
❀ sister of hyacinthrain and honeysucklecry; daughter of hazelheart x bracken (rip)
❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking pls!
❀ penned by carat / ccaarraatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
sandpiperpaw ── • * ✿
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she could have been a poet
She wasn't following her mentor, nor was she stalking her. It was a complete coincidence that Sandpiperpaw had ended up in the same area as Magnoliapeak, and she would be quick to assure that. Even if the warriors in camp that tilted their head as she slipped through the entrance were told that she was joining the older warrior, that didn't mean she actually was.
Hungry, hungry eyes catch on the figures by the border, and she's guided over by voices that raise and lower with thinly veiled frustration. Oh, this was good. Three ThunderClan members to the now lone WindClan warrior, with a deputy that seemed to find no issue in reprimanding weaselly apprentices who fail to watch where they're going. She sides up by her mentor, hoping her appearance could be excused as anything other than sneaking around, and leers at Maremane.
"Even a kit knows what borders are." She added after Magnoliapeak, tail lashing. "But I guess she learnt from the best WindClan has to offer."
If the WindClanner was seeing red over a few measly pokes, Sandpiperpaw wondered what she'd do if she had to lead charge on a battle. Would she usher the apprentices to the nursery for safeguarding if their clan was attacked, since she wanted to coddle them like they were kits? She dare not say that though, because it seemed any action would be taken as a threat against someone's very existence.
or, she could have been a fool
He arrives late on scene, brought forth by the sounds of a scuffle and disturbance on the forest floor. He does arrive early enough to see an apprentice feeling from Owlbark, prey saved, from Thunderclans side of the territory and he only gives the other a slightly curious look, content with turning around and padding a few pawsteps away until a Windclanner steps forth on their border. Are you fucking serious? Houndhowl whips around again, fur slightly bristling. You laid claws on a child, and his ears swiveled around. That apprentice looked far from kitten fluff and mothers milk, but he only purses his lips. She demands them to get Serpentberry to hand over herbs and he snickers at the very thought of it. Yeah, right.
But I guess she learnt from the best WindClan has to offer, Houndhowl knows he should probably stop Sandpiperpaw from the goading, lest she digs them further in to this hole. He only cracks a half-smirk, half-deadpan, somewhere in between. He doesn't spare the words to stop her with discipline.
"You're outnumbered, and threatening us on our territory." he murmurs, a paw scratching at the ground. "You best be getting on home." unless you're just bravely stupid, he doubts she'll pick a fight with this many Thunderclanners standing here, and if she does... His nose wrinkles as she disregards her completely, she's no longer a threat to them. To Owlbark, he says what the other more than likely already knows, and he only speaks one word about it. "Juniperstar." she'd probably want to hear about this. Do cats not know what a scentline is anymore? His mother would have had his head if he had trespassed so confidently on unknown territory when he was young.
But I guess she learnt from the best WindClan has to offer, Houndhowl knows he should probably stop Sandpiperpaw from the goading, lest she digs them further in to this hole. He only cracks a half-smirk, half-deadpan, somewhere in between. He doesn't spare the words to stop her with discipline.
"You're outnumbered, and threatening us on our territory." he murmurs, a paw scratching at the ground. "You best be getting on home." unless you're just bravely stupid, he doubts she'll pick a fight with this many Thunderclanners standing here, and if she does... His nose wrinkles as she disregards her completely, she's no longer a threat to them. To Owlbark, he says what the other more than likely already knows, and he only speaks one word about it. "Juniperstar." she'd probably want to hear about this. Do cats not know what a scentline is anymore? His mother would have had his head if he had trespassed so confidently on unknown territory when he was young.
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HOUNDHOWL ♡
( warrior of thunderclan, 65 moons )❥ long-furred chocolate ticked tabby with low white & orange eyes
❥ mentoring n/a
❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
❥ penned by chuff
"speech"
PEBBLEPAW
You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death
Anger split through Pebblepaw like the fire that had once torn through the barn, quick, deadly, and unforgiving. Before he even realized what he was doing, he was in front of his sibling, hackles raised, teeth bared, eyes wild with fury. Threatening. Protective. Because they had threatened Gorsepaw first. And he wouldn't stand for it. They had hurt her. He would fucking-
No. No blood needed to be spilled. Not yet. But a warning needed to be given. Loud and clear. His eyes flicked to Gorsepaw, softening instantly. His expression melted into warmth, concern, love, and he gave her a slow, deliberate blink. I've got you. Then, he turned back to the ThunderClan deputy. All kindness gone. What remained was ice, sharp, bitter, cold. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stared them down, tail lashing with restrained fury. He didn't care how many of them there were. Just bullies, the lot of them.
When Maremane told Gorsepaw to return to camp, his tail lashed harder. He'd stay. He'd stay at her side if he had to, no matter what came next. " Pipe down. " he snapped, his voice sharp and cracked at the edges. His gaze locked onto the opposing apprentice, wide and burning. " Borders? We're all still learning. She didn't mean anything by it. Ever chased something and lost yourself in the moment? " A sneer curled his lip. " Pray you get the same treatment you're giving my sister now. " Then his gaze cut to the newest arrival, another ThunderClan cat. Great. Outnumbered, and still they pushed.
" Well he hurt my sister. " he growled, motioning to Owlbark with a jerk of his chin. " Where's our compensation for that, huh? " he snarled, narrowing his eyes. " You get to keep the rabbit. The least you can do is help with the wounds she got from your… friend. " His voice dropped into a growl, eyes never leaving Owlbark's.
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Merrystalk Merrystalk
And you'll say get up, get out of this town.
And you'll say get up, get out of this town.
WindClan
Moor Runner
Council Member
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The gale guard was minding his own business, padding along the moors following the scent of some distant prey, but apprehensive, as he was all too aware he neared Fourtrees. He breathed the air and-
Fur bristled with the scent of Windclan cats and... Something else. A scent he was unfamiliar with. He raced through the clans in his mind. Not Shadow, Not Sky, Nor River so- Thunderclan... He grimaced a little, the one group of cats he had yet to run into. With the strength of the foreign scent so strong, he grew nervous if some of his own had found a Thunderclan patrol.
His fears seemed more than warranted, as his gaze fell on Maremane, Gorsepaw and Pebblepaw. The latter of which appeared to be snarling at an unfamiliar face, to which he winced as he strode ahead quickly, desperate for no one else to get into hot waters with Dusty for acting rash. "Now what in Starclan's name is happenin' here 'nd that damn well better not 've been lip towards Maremane." Merry kept his expression as cool as he could, walking ahead, seeing a huddle of strangers with fur bristling towards a few of his clanmates.
A sigh parted his lips; whatever happened, even with Maremane here, had ended up messier than needed. His eyes glanced over the pair of apprentices, seeing Gorse a little scratched up. "Pebblepaw, I don't want another word outta ya', take yer sister home please." He looked to Maremane, hoping for some sort of backup up only to see a sneer and claws unsheathed.
Merry had to grimace again; at least it wasn't towards him for once, but maybe it was worse towards a different clan. "Mare, put those away will ya'. Someone tell me what in the hell happened here fer y'all to be at each other's necks.." He groaned, he had never expected to have to be a voice of reason in one of these scenarios, but Sass was a prick for the fun of it, this was a cross-clan issue and needed to be handled more delicately than claws at throats.
But, he had to pause, sniffing again and his fur bristled, realising how the scent of Windclan was far too faint and- "Oh Starclan above, which one 've y'all crossed the scentlines." Exasperation wasn't the start of it, he hadn't even recieved his own apprentice yet and just handling this lot was already making him half hope Dustystar wouldn't bother giving him one in the next meeting either.
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Merrystalk
✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 28 Moons
✦—He/Him
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
#9D6E46
sandpiperpaw ── • * ✿
a
she could have been a poet
Sandpiperpaw couldn't fight back the amused sneer as the new apprentice–Pebblepaw, she soon learned–lurched forward, pushing unneeded space between the two apprentices. She wasn't intending on going any closer than audible range, in all honesty. She might catch something.
"I haven't," She puffed her chest out, a smile curling on her previously curled lips. "and I never will, because I stop and think."
She would've been offended by the suggestion that she was as smart as a WindClan apprentice–read; not smart at all–but new prey dangled in front of her as another cat joined the fray. "That one." She jutted her head towards Gorsepaw quickly, hoping she could get in before the others protested with weak logic. It didn't matter if Owlbark attacked Gorsepaw in the long run, the most she'd walk away with was a small scar and hopefully the knowledge that ThunderClan wasn't to be messed with.
or, she could have been a fool
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It stung at first, the claw wounds, but that pain quickly turned into an anger. Gorsepaw slunk behind Maremane while keeping the big tabby in her sight. He looked wild. He looked crazed, and then quickly he looked so calm. She quietly hissed from behind Maremane's flank - refusing to go home - while others joined the pine-scented tom. They were all so thick. Fat on easy prey like mice a squirrels. They would never have to sprint the prairie after a hare or jump above grass to grasp at a hen. Fat and lazy and crazy! The apprentice, who had to be near her age was snobby. Great StarClan, these ThunderClanners were awful!She opened her mouth to bite back, but Pebblepaw pushed past her. She was usually the one spouting off at the mouth and she could only watch in open mouth shock as her brother snapped at the big tom himself. Gorsepaw pressed her belly to the ground and watched as he continued to talk. A grin, unmetered, crept over her face. Maybe she was rubbing off on her brother in their adolescence.
She jumped at Merry's voice. Just what they needed, a council member barking about this to Dustystar when they got back. The sparrow on top of the freshkill pile was that bratty apprentice pointing directly at her. Tattle tail. "It was just a rabbit!" She couldn't hold it back anymore. "And I know what a border is! It was on our side first, I don't know why it shouldn't be our's, Merrystalk! And why does he get to hurt me about it? Huh?" She was pushing her way to the front and her back was arching in anger. It was unfair. It was all unfair!
"You better hope you never come on our side of the border, or I'll rip your fluffy tail right off!" She hissed at the other apprentice, her own thin tail lashing through the air. Hell, she might do it right now if that big tom walked off.
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silver tabby with high white and yellow-green eyes. a grumpy, independent she-cat that prefers to bite before she speaks. raised by alder. adopted sibling to icepaw and pebblepaw.