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.
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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She had arrived at the tail end of the meeting, herbs clutched tightly between her jaws. So many had stormed off... Frustration, disappointment, and bitterness thick in the air. She remembered how proud she'd been just moments before, returning with herbs she'd worked so hard to find. A small victory in the aftermath of ShadowClan's cruelty. She had been determined to help rebuild what they had lost. But now… She'd joined Peachtrot first, helping sort the herbs and offering a quiet presence. Adderfang had been left in Pineheart's care for a little while, but eventually, her paws itched to be near him. Her heart did, too.
With a soft breath, she finally padded toward where her mate sat, battered but upright. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. This shadow that hung over RiverClan, why had they let ShadowClan stain everything they'd stood for? The river healed. The river gave. Yes, sometimes the river took, but it was patient. Gentle. Powerful. She fluffed her fur, trying to gather that same calm within herself before stepping forward.
Without a word, she pressed a wad of wet moss to one of the deeper wounds on his shoulder, cleaning it carefully but firmly. " Stay still. " she said with a frown, voice clipped in that way it only was when she was truly worried. And upset. Silence stretched between them for a few heartbeats, her attention fixed on his wounds, searching for signs of infection, for signs of anything worse. Then finally, she broke it.
" …Heard you lost your temper at the council meeting. " she murmured, not accusing, just... tired. " Heard you said quite a bit. But I'd rather hear it from your own mouth. " Her ocean-blue eyes flicked up to meet his, catching his gaze and holding it for a long, quiet moment.
" …Adder… "
Speech, thoughts/emphasis