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.
Cricketkit Cricketkit
You'll find me glowing in the dark
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread
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Cricketkit was not supposed to be this far. Her paws were sore, her sides heaved from the walk, and her fur was fluffed against the breeze that whispered between the great trees. Big trees. Big rocks. Big sky. It made her feel very, very small. It was absolutely breathtaking, however.
She stumbled a little as she made her way into the clearing, her good eye glinting with stubborn curiosity. " C'mon, Cricket, just a few flowers... just a few! Then you go home. Like a good kit... " she mumbled to herself, nose pressed to the ground like a tiny forager. She spotted one, a soft, bluish one tucked near the roots of a tree and gasped softly, padding toward it on light little feet. Perfect! Meadowpaw would love this one, it would look really nice.
But just as she leaned in, something snorted. Cricketkit froze. Her whiskers twitched. And then--
" YIPE! " she squeaked, stumbling backward as she came nose to nose with someone else, not a fox or a badger or even a WindClanner, but... but... " You're not WindClan!! " she blurted, staring wide-eyed at the other cat. Bigger than her , older! Apprentice-aged! A scent clung to them like leaves in fur.
Cricketkit blinked rapidly, puffing herself up, though it didn't do much to make her look braver. " You're not gonna eat me, right?? " she asked in a rush, tail twitching behind her. " ...'Cause I bite! Real hard! RIGHT through your tummy! " But even as she tried to look fierce, her little paw was still planted firmly over the flower. She hadn't forgotten her mission, not even when she was scared
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