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.
Cassidy's stomach growls. It's not an unusual thing in the colony, but it is less of a sting today and more of a gnawing pain, causing them to wince in their tracks. It's only temporary, they try to remind themselves, but oh, how could they when each day the growing frost seems to drive away more and more of the already dwindling prey.
The pain is even worse when they turn their head to sniff at a nearby log, ears drooping downwards when the smell of a day-old mouse scent hits their nose. Probably caught already, or if the mouse was lucky it would be far, far away from here. Dull eyes turn towards the sky, where the sun has dipped below the horizon, only pale streaks of light the remaining sign it had been there in the first place. Stars begin to dot the encroaching twilight and it would be peaceful if not for the biting cold that wraps around their shaggy pelt, if not for the blanket of starvation that has settled across the land. A sharp exhale leaves their nose. Would it be easier to leave? But what would that make of my family? Would I be called a quitter? But this hurts, and I'm tired of fighting.
They don't notice crunching leaves behind them until they're right on top of them, tail fur puffing out as they whirl around in panic. Hackles drop when they realize who it is; speak of their family and they shall appear, apparently. "Hi, Keahi. You scared me." their tone holds no malice nor much humor at all, only their signature melancholic meow.
@keahi
The pain is even worse when they turn their head to sniff at a nearby log, ears drooping downwards when the smell of a day-old mouse scent hits their nose. Probably caught already, or if the mouse was lucky it would be far, far away from here. Dull eyes turn towards the sky, where the sun has dipped below the horizon, only pale streaks of light the remaining sign it had been there in the first place. Stars begin to dot the encroaching twilight and it would be peaceful if not for the biting cold that wraps around their shaggy pelt, if not for the blanket of starvation that has settled across the land. A sharp exhale leaves their nose. Would it be easier to leave? But what would that make of my family? Would I be called a quitter? But this hurts, and I'm tired of fighting.
They don't notice crunching leaves behind them until they're right on top of them, tail fur puffing out as they whirl around in panic. Hackles drop when they realize who it is; speak of their family and they shall appear, apparently. "Hi, Keahi. You scared me." their tone holds no malice nor much humor at all, only their signature melancholic meow.
@keahi