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.

Open Camp π–π€π‹πŠ π“π‡π‘πŽπ”π†π‡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π…πˆπ‘π„ ── .✦ stargazing

This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
DUSKPOOL

DUSKPOOL

how the most dangerous thing is to love
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DUSKPOOL​
The night sky laid overhead, castin' a silvery glow over the land, soft and melancholic to the tom settled on his side in camp with nothin' but a small mouse between hefty paws. He found himself questionin' the state of his hunger, limbs heavy as he pivoted slightly to toss it to the nearest clanmate, "Reckon I ain't as hungry as I thought I was." His lips quirked in a harrowin' smirk, crinkled vision driftin' toward Outlawbite and Thistlestrike pokin' at each other's spine with mischievous grins, sendin' Duskpool huffin' a slow, steady breath.

His gaze drifted toward the brightly lit sky, chest rumblin' in a slow rumble. Made him wonder if StarClan was watchin' over 'em now, but Duskpool couldn't stop the bitter frown from gracin' rugged features. It might be best if they kept their gazes elsewhere than watchin' Duskpool fumble through life, nothin' but a sinner waitin' for damnation to settle upon broad shoulders. "The stars are awfully pretty tonight." He mused idly, weather-soft and dust-worn.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  • set before rosebelly's death! and feel free to be the cat he handed the mouse too!
  • DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scarsβ€”old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderousβ€”war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.

    α―“β˜… senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
    α―“β˜… brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
    α―“β˜… eighty-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
    α―“β˜… speech thought action
    α―“β˜… peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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A rake of claws against a mirror - grazing pelts we all once wore.
The mouse landing near his paws jolts him from his reverie, the rosette spotted tom having been staring off at some point in the forest beyond, lost in thought and unaware of the approaching steps despite the lumbering gait of the larger warrior. "I can't tell if this is a threat or a jest." He remarks, a paw curling to draw the prey closer to himself. A joke? Hard to tell with Mousefang, he did not often smile though not for lack of being in a good mood or not, it came imply down to the fact his face just fell into a neutral expression by default and he saw no reason to adjust it.
It was the secondary remark that gave him pause, olive green eyes lifting up to stare at the vast expanse of inky black above, stars shimmering like countless eyes peering down - his mother was there somewhere watching over them, he was certain of it, but he longed for the proof of it, longed to see her and know she had made it. The words of others meant nothing until his own two eyes could see.
"It is nice out though." Mousefang finally admits after a long pause, he never much looked up to admire the sky - too focused on moving forward and at the ground beneath his paws, "Why the sudden wistfulness, old timer? Don't tell me you're thinking of retiring already?"

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Mousefang

β€” SkyClan Warrior (Scout)
β€” He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
β€” A black rosette tabby with high white & mint green eyes.
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DUSKPOOL​
"Take it how ya will, kid." Duskpool's lips quirked in muted amusement. His wooly plumage swipin' against the ground languidly, not havin' anywhere important to be than headin' in for the night except Duskpool ain't ever been one to listen to his body's needs. He snorted gruffly, shakin' a bulky helm.

Twistin' his gaze to the stars, it was one of the few quiet things he allowed himself. His frame settled against the cool earth, and the sky stretched wide above him in an endless dark haze glitterin' with the bones of the deceased. His one good eye scanned the constellations, only to snort loudly, withdrawin' a liquid ember to Mousefang. "Already tryin' to push me to the elder's den, are ya?" His molten ember crinkled. "Gonna have to drag me kickin' and shoutin'." Shakin' a scarred helm, Duskpool returned his gaze to the darkened sky.

"Can't an old man enjoy the simple things, eh?" He tossed back after a heartbeat, watchin' the stars burn steadily in the distance.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  • xxx
  • DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scarsβ€”old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderousβ€”war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.

    α―“β˜… sun guard of skyclan during coffeestar and hawkstar's reign (mentor to sweetpaw)
    α―“β˜… father to almondpaw and cinderpaw
    α―“β˜… brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
    α―“β˜… eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
    α―“β˜… speech thought action
    α―“β˜… peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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The speaking of others causes Mulberry's ears to prick, head swiveling over to look upon them for but a moment as mouse is passed on between warriors, small bit of quiet before the scout finds himself looking up to the sky with the other two, towards the stars and the ancient cats that had led them here surrounded by unknowns. He could only hope that with the other clans being so near that it meant that things were going to be better now somehow. Less death, more community in their shared ancestry. It was a fleeting thought that he should try and speak to the clans that bordered SkyClan and see where they had fared before StarClan had brought them back here - for he knew they all hadn't been here the whole time.

At the mere thought of pushing Duskpool to the elder's den, Mulberryburst couldn't help but let a small corner of his maw lift up in a smile, head shaking slightly before finally words began to spill from his own, tail moving absently behind him for just a moment in amusement, "Not sure anyone but the most bold - or idiotic - of apprentices would try that stunt." He'd comment back. It was well known that even if the senior warrior were to live to be 300 moons he'd still be out in the territory hunting and fighting, even if it'd be the death of him, even if he was slowing down the whole patrol, there'd be no rest for the smoke-pelted tom.
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MULBERRYBURST he/him, skyclan 24 moons old.
chocolate x cinnamon mink chimera with low white
mentored by none // mentoring Jaypaw
littermate to Maple
NPC x NPC / father to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
Cygnetscratch joins the trio in near silence, none-too-eager to join a conversation over her uncle's age. Thus far, in her own young life, she's already seen the loss of so many cats. She can only imagine how much more pain and regret Duskpool has harbored in his heart. His retirement would surely be a signal of strength and courage within their ranks, as it isn't often that a warrior gets the chance to abstain from their duties with honor. But doing so at all would mean that he'd have to admit that he isn't capable anymore... something that he isn't likely to do.

She and Mulberryburst have the same thought process. He'd sooner keel over on a hunting trip than allow himself to peacefully pass in a lavender-laden den.

"The elders," she says, easing onto her haunches, "wouldn't welcome Duskpool with open arms, anyways. They'd shove him right back out and tell him to get to work."
 

For whatever reason, sleep eludes Quailstep tonight. Perhaps its the brightness of the stars, or the fact that she's still not completely settled into their new home. The new territory is plentiful, even if she's unused to other Clans bordering their land. On some nights, the smallest snap on a twig gets her alert for newcomers. Regardless of the reason, she finds herself padding out into the center of camp as a small group begins to gather around Duskpool.

He seems more melancholy than usual, she thinks, tilting her head in deference to the older warrior. Her eyes meet each of the others - Mousefang, Mulberryburst, Cygnetscratch - before settling once more on Duskpool.

"Hard to imagine a SkyClan with you in the elder's den," she purred. "Though if any cat deserves a restful life-" She pauses. While she admires the older tom, she doesn't want to overstep. He deserves her respect.

"Ah, so how's the prey been running?" she asks the group, trying to cover her potential pitying faux-pas.

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    ||ooc note: she is definitely not trying to pity Duskpool, but it definitely can come across that way if you like! ||

  • SkyClan Warrior
    35 moons || she/they
    SPEECH || THOUGHTS
 
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