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.
Don't you dare look out your window
Darlin' everythings on fire
Darlin' everythings on fire
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Meadowpaw moved slowly, careful not to let the bundle slip from her jaws. There were grasses, bits of fur and down, even a few tiny wildflowers, all pressed together into a manageable wad. It had taken her most of the morning to find pieces soft enough, but she was happy to busy her paws.
The nursery was quiet and dim, and she careful not to disturb that peace. The apprentice shuffled carefully through the entrance. The scent of milk still clung to the air like a fog. The warmth it reminded her of made her chest ache in ways she didn't understand. She glanced down at the bundle in her jaws and then in the direction of Owlbear's best.
Meadow hoped that she wasn't intruding in some way. Prying into what should've been private. Mama would have said so, but lately, Meadowpaw fought harder than ever before to shake the absent she-cats influence from her head. Even if Owlbear didn't want her help, the she-cat would have it in one way or another. She would keep her promise to Hoot no matter what.
Meadowpaw dipped her head as she shuffled closer to the resting mother. She set the bedding down and peered warily at the resting lump in the nest. "I brought some fresh bedding…" The apprentice mewed tentatively. "Um but if I'm bothering you I can come back later." Owlbear had every reason to be tired. She adored the kits with all her heart, but she wouldn't deny they were a pawful. Goosekit especially seemed to be a bottomless well of energy. If the molly wanted her out, she wouldn't argue.
@owlbear
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The nursery was quiet and dim, and she careful not to disturb that peace. The apprentice shuffled carefully through the entrance. The scent of milk still clung to the air like a fog. The warmth it reminded her of made her chest ache in ways she didn't understand. She glanced down at the bundle in her jaws and then in the direction of Owlbear's best.
Meadow hoped that she wasn't intruding in some way. Prying into what should've been private. Mama would have said so, but lately, Meadowpaw fought harder than ever before to shake the absent she-cats influence from her head. Even if Owlbear didn't want her help, the she-cat would have it in one way or another. She would keep her promise to Hoot no matter what.
Meadowpaw dipped her head as she shuffled closer to the resting mother. She set the bedding down and peered warily at the resting lump in the nest. "I brought some fresh bedding…" The apprentice mewed tentatively. "Um but if I'm bothering you I can come back later." Owlbear had every reason to be tired. She adored the kits with all her heart, but she wouldn't deny they were a pawful. Goosekit especially seemed to be a bottomless well of energy. If the molly wanted her out, she wouldn't argue.
@owlbear
Speech, thoughts/emphasis