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.
After the… meeting, Pine supposes one could call it, had disbanded, everyone had turned to their families, their loved ones. Despite the temporary sense of unity that the shelter's collapse had given them, it was a fragile thing. They were bound by nothing but circumstance. Everyone still seemed most concerned with those closest to them; not with the whole. Pine couldn't exactly blame them. He was thinking those same things.
Only one cat seemed to be somehow thinking further than this, seeing into some clouded place, an island. Pike had left nearly as quickly as he came, as good as running off with his tail between his legs. Pine couldn't blame him for that either. Many of the cats here were older than Pike– he was brave to speak up at all.
Feeling a little bad for having thrust the duty on him, Pine seeks him out in the late hours of the night, when the moon is hanging high in the sky.
"Pike," Pine says gruffly, settling next to him in the sand, a good few mouse lengths between them. "Listen, kid… don't feel too responsible. Whether or not you find this island of yours, I'm sure some good will come of the trip. Can't be too hard to find a better place than this," his tail flicks, gesturing to the shipwrecks around them.
He feels slightly awkward all of a sudden. Maybe having Torrent and Squid around was starting to mess with his head. He wants very badly to just get up and leave, but forces himself to stay, in case Pike had something he needed to get off his chest. Since when did he care about that?
// ooc: @PIKE <3