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.
——————————————————— You who bares all your teeth in every smile. ✦
Thunderpaw had basically no legs to stand on with her opinions on Shadowclan. So being stuck in this Starclan forsaken gathering with these snivelling rats who had paid nothing but some drawn blood didn't sit right with her. Especially not after Wavesong's ill health and loss, and poor Strawberrykit being orphaned. It infuriated her. But, she knew something she very well could utilise against them, it's why she took some time to "mingle" with these other cats, a little plausible deniability for her idea.
After a while, she settled near her friends, noticing some apprentices from other clans nearby, trotting to the faces she knew, and a stunned expression was evident on her face. "Junco! Lavvie! Oh Starclan, the things cats say in crowds I can't believe what I just heard." She sat down on her haunches, purring her friends' names as she leaned in close like she was trying to keep a secret, but not trying to keep her voice as hushed as she would if it was meant to be. "Y'know that white cat I saw from Shadowclan, the one sulking after the tiff with her clanmates?" She flicked her tail.
She seemed to be hanging out with some other little white-furred cat from Skyclan. Poor thing, association alone could be a death sentence for the reputation. "Someone said she's in big trouble with her mentor Sablestar." She hissed his name like a boogie-man, gaze flitting to the huddle of leaders. "I dunno about you, but if even my Windclan friend said she ain't seen her at the border anymore, I bet she had something to do with the medicine den raid or worse."
Her extra insinuation was baseless, but her goal wasn't spreading the truth; while there were fragments of the truth of what she said, she wanted it to snowball. If she couldn't hurt the cats who made her clan suffer, making her and the rest of her rotten little clan look like the monsters they really were to the rest of the cats was enough to Thunderpaw. She straightened up, scoffing. "I betchya they all got skeletons in their nests, if even the little scaredy kittens can do stuff like that, who knows what the others might have done."
Thunderpaw's gaze scanned the area, landing on the tiny cinnamon thing that was in the huddle of cats near Trrentpaw earlier. "Look at her, she spells trouble for sure." She laughed dryly, rolling her eyes. "It's one thing when the council wants us to be civil, but they're monsters, evil. Cause of them cats've died, I wouldn't trust 'em as far as I could throw that little runt." Thunderpaw scoffed, glancing over her shoulder at the other apprentices, even if it did all come back to her in the end, she wasn't sorry. Those foxhearts brought this on themselves.
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Tagging @JUNCOPAW @lavenderpaw but any non-shadowclan apprentice can join (for now, I'll let shadowclan in later
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Feel free to bring up any other fun little rumours, this is a safe place to talk shit /silly -
Thunderpaw
✦—Riverclan apprentice | 8 moons
✦—She/Her
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A stocky, fluffy cinnamon sealpoint kitten with long curled ears and soft blue eyes.
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