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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[COLOR=#e89a00][B]CICADABUZZ[/B][/COLOR], 29 moons / shc + med. cat
a SH cinnamon tabby/chocolate tortie chimera w/ black eyes
parent to [I]deathberrykit, hemlockkit, mistletoekit[/I] ; mentor to [i]magpiepaw[/i]
a reserved, pragmatic healer driven by duty rather than sentiment
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[COLOR=#d17300][B]when you shy away[/B][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#aa5500][B]searching for that feeling[/B][/COLOR]
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Duskhound moves through the world with the quiet certainty of something that has already decided it doesn't belong. It exists on the fringes, skirting the edges of social circles and Clan life with a disaffected air, never quite settling, never quite letting anyone close enough to see what lurks beneath the surface. Duskhound is not unkind, but kindness is not its priority—survival is. It speaks in a flat, unbothered tone, often laced with dry humor or sharp, cutting wit, as if it has already heard everything before and remains unimpressed. It holds itself with a casual sort of confidence, a quiet, unimposing presence that somehow carries the weight of something more unsettling. Duskhound has the demeanor of someone who has seen the worst the world has to offer and come out the other side with nothing but resignation. There is an air of detachment about it, a weariness that sits behind its sharp gaze, as if it expects disappointment and refuses to be surprised when it arrives. It does not trust easily—perhaps it does not trust at all. It does not believe in the inherent goodness of others, nor does it assume that anyone truly means well. That isn't to say it thinks the world is cruel, only that it sees kindness as conditional, fleeting, something that will disappear the moment it is no longer convenient.
Despite this, Duskhound is not needlessly hostile. It does not go out of its way to be cruel or aggressive, nor does it seek conflict for the sake of it. If anything, it often seems detached from the struggles of others, maintaining a cool distance from Clan disputes or personal grievances. It is not interested in being a hero, nor does it care for the expectations others might place upon it. Duty is something it fulfills because it must, not because it believes in it. Loyalty, to Duskhound, is not about belief or righteousness—it is simply a matter of practicality. It follows the rules because breaking them would cause more problems than it is worth, not because it believes in their inherent value. That said, there is a fierce protectiveness buried deep within it, something that only surfaces when it truly matters. Duskhound does not love easily, nor does it allow itself the luxury of deep attachments, but when it does care for someone, it does so with an intensity that is almost frightening. Its loyalty, once given, is unshakable, but it is not warm or gentle. It does not coddle those it cares for, nor does it offer soft reassurances or comforting words. Instead, it acts—it will stand between them and danger without hesitation, will do whatever must be done, regardless of the cost.
Duskhound has an undeniable sharpness to it, a cold, efficient way of moving through the world that makes it difficult to pin down. It is quick-witted, observant, and deeply intelligent, though it does not flaunt it. It has a talent for seeing through others, for picking apart their words and intentions with an almost surgical precision. It has little patience for lies, less for hypocrisy, and no interest in playing along with the false pleasantries of others. If someone attempts to manipulate or deceive it, Duskhound will simply watch with a knowing, tired expression, waiting for them to realize their efforts are wasted. Physically, Duskhound is lean and wiry, its dark fur always slightly unkempt, as if it does not see the point in keeping up appearances. It moves with a quiet, effortless grace, the kind that speaks of someone used to slipping through shadows unnoticed. Its voice is low and steady, always carrying a faint edge of amusement or disdain, as if everything is just a little bit ridiculous to it.
Duskhound is, above all, an outsider, a creature that exists within the Clan but never truly belongs to it. It watches, it listens, it endures. It does not ask for understanding, nor does it expect it. It is content to remain on the outskirts, unseen, untethered. And yet, there is something deeply compelling about it, something that lingers—a quiet force that cannot be ignored, no matter how much it might wish to be.
Despite this, Duskhound is not needlessly hostile. It does not go out of its way to be cruel or aggressive, nor does it seek conflict for the sake of it. If anything, it often seems detached from the struggles of others, maintaining a cool distance from Clan disputes or personal grievances. It is not interested in being a hero, nor does it care for the expectations others might place upon it. Duty is something it fulfills because it must, not because it believes in it. Loyalty, to Duskhound, is not about belief or righteousness—it is simply a matter of practicality. It follows the rules because breaking them would cause more problems than it is worth, not because it believes in their inherent value. That said, there is a fierce protectiveness buried deep within it, something that only surfaces when it truly matters. Duskhound does not love easily, nor does it allow itself the luxury of deep attachments, but when it does care for someone, it does so with an intensity that is almost frightening. Its loyalty, once given, is unshakable, but it is not warm or gentle. It does not coddle those it cares for, nor does it offer soft reassurances or comforting words. Instead, it acts—it will stand between them and danger without hesitation, will do whatever must be done, regardless of the cost.
Duskhound has an undeniable sharpness to it, a cold, efficient way of moving through the world that makes it difficult to pin down. It is quick-witted, observant, and deeply intelligent, though it does not flaunt it. It has a talent for seeing through others, for picking apart their words and intentions with an almost surgical precision. It has little patience for lies, less for hypocrisy, and no interest in playing along with the false pleasantries of others. If someone attempts to manipulate or deceive it, Duskhound will simply watch with a knowing, tired expression, waiting for them to realize their efforts are wasted. Physically, Duskhound is lean and wiry, its dark fur always slightly unkempt, as if it does not see the point in keeping up appearances. It moves with a quiet, effortless grace, the kind that speaks of someone used to slipping through shadows unnoticed. Its voice is low and steady, always carrying a faint edge of amusement or disdain, as if everything is just a little bit ridiculous to it.
Duskhound is, above all, an outsider, a creature that exists within the Clan but never truly belongs to it. It watches, it listens, it endures. It does not ask for understanding, nor does it expect it. It is content to remain on the outskirts, unseen, untethered. And yet, there is something deeply compelling about it, something that lingers—a quiet force that cannot be ignored, no matter how much it might wish to be.
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