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.
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Cannonically Febuary 25th
Fleapaw heard from Tick about some cat he met on the border. From the sound of it, he was a real mouthy bastard, too. Tickpaw sure had more patience than she did. She would've messed him up real good before bringing him back. Maybe she still would, just so he got a feelin' for how different things were gonna be now. And so he knew to be nicer to her brother.
She spotted him right away. He was pretty big, dark furred, and prickly lookin' as a bramble ticket. The ruddy she-cat sauntered over, an unimpressed look on her face. "So you're the outsider they brought in." Fleapaw smoothed her voice out, roughing it, trying to make it sound deeper.
"Don't look like much." She looked 'em over, tail to snout, moving in a slow lap, circling him like he was some dead thing on the side of the thunderpath. "Oh, and just so you know… that blue tom you were an ass to, is my brother." A hiss seeped out with the last word. She wasn't about to let anyone talk down her siblings. If he thought he was hot stuff, then she would be more than happy to put him in his place.
That's what Wolfpack would've done, and if this rat couldn't hold his own against her... or if he was some frog-bellied coward. Then he didn't belong here.
Fleapaw pressed, shoving her way into his space. There wasn't much strength behind it, but she would try him all the same.
OOC - BEAT HER ASSSS
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All I did was try my best
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FLEAPAW6 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson
Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.
This the kinda thanks I get?
