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.
SET 8TH OF JULY
Restless, more than she had been in moons. It was a constant prickle beneath her fur, like ants crawling just under the skin. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with exhaustion, stayed fixed on the bundles nestled at her side. Her tongue rasped slowly across the forehead of one of the smallest, the softest, the fragilest. Weak... but breathing. Alive. Still here. By the stars, Wavesong would will her to stay. She lowered her muzzle to press her nose against the brown tom beside her, his sister's twin in size, in silence, in fragile stillness and pulled the two of them closer to her chest, away from the others. The remaining four squirmed and suckled, full of mewls and warmth and life. Little tikes. Little worms.
But these two... the youngest, the quietest... she kept them close. Feverishly so. As if the sheer force of her love could keep their hearts beating. As if, by watching them through every breath, she could guarantee they'd see the next dusk. She had asked for Peachtrot, quietly but firmly and when the den entrance rustled with her arrival, Wavesong felt something unclench in her chest. Relief. Trust. Gratitude. She waited until the cat who brought her was gone before her voice broke softly into the quiet.
" Peachy.. " she murmured, and her throat closed up around the name. A smile trembled on her muzzle, watery and small, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Not now, she told herself. Not now. She took a sharp breath, trying to pull herself together. Her limbs ached. Her heart, too. " Sorry... " she whispered, resting her chin lightly on her forepaws. " It's been... a long day. I'm tired. "
Her gaze flicked to the tiny kits again. All of them were here. That should've been enough. And yet...
" I'm so tired o' this tension in th' clan... " she admitted, her voice quiet but fraying at the edges. " In th' council. Like a current rippin' through us, sharp, cold, unforgivin', I've tried, Peachy. I have. Stories. Warnings. Kindness. " She gave a bitter, helpless chuckle, barely more than breath. " I told Adder t' just talk with , but he ain't havin' it. Neither of 'em are. "
Her claws flexed faintly in the moss, then stilled. " I don't know what t' do anymore... " she whispered. " I don't know how t' help 'em. " And there it was, the truth. Not just the pain of motherhood. Not just the fear of the two tiny hearts tucked under her jaw. But the ache of being a peacemaker who could no longer find the path forward. A river trying to mend stone.
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And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
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Restless, more than she had been in moons. It was a constant prickle beneath her fur, like ants crawling just under the skin. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with exhaustion, stayed fixed on the bundles nestled at her side. Her tongue rasped slowly across the forehead of one of the smallest, the softest, the fragilest. Weak... but breathing. Alive. Still here. By the stars, Wavesong would will her to stay. She lowered her muzzle to press her nose against the brown tom beside her, his sister's twin in size, in silence, in fragile stillness and pulled the two of them closer to her chest, away from the others. The remaining four squirmed and suckled, full of mewls and warmth and life. Little tikes. Little worms.
But these two... the youngest, the quietest... she kept them close. Feverishly so. As if the sheer force of her love could keep their hearts beating. As if, by watching them through every breath, she could guarantee they'd see the next dusk. She had asked for Peachtrot, quietly but firmly and when the den entrance rustled with her arrival, Wavesong felt something unclench in her chest. Relief. Trust. Gratitude. She waited until the cat who brought her was gone before her voice broke softly into the quiet.
" Peachy.. " she murmured, and her throat closed up around the name. A smile trembled on her muzzle, watery and small, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Not now, she told herself. Not now. She took a sharp breath, trying to pull herself together. Her limbs ached. Her heart, too. " Sorry... " she whispered, resting her chin lightly on her forepaws. " It's been... a long day. I'm tired. "
Her gaze flicked to the tiny kits again. All of them were here. That should've been enough. And yet...
" I'm so tired o' this tension in th' clan... " she admitted, her voice quiet but fraying at the edges. " In th' council. Like a current rippin' through us, sharp, cold, unforgivin', I've tried, Peachy. I have. Stories. Warnings. Kindness. " She gave a bitter, helpless chuckle, barely more than breath. " I told Adder t' just talk with , but he ain't havin' it. Neither of 'em are. "
Her claws flexed faintly in the moss, then stilled. " I don't know what t' do anymore... " she whispered. " I don't know how t' help 'em. " And there it was, the truth. Not just the pain of motherhood. Not just the fear of the two tiny hearts tucked under her jaw. But the ache of being a peacemaker who could no longer find the path forward. A river trying to mend stone.
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