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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One moment Fleapaw was curled in her nest—struggling to sleep, mud still crusted on her hocks, scabs stinging, leg stiff and bruised—and the next, she was falling through a dream.
The warmth of the apprentice den vanished. A breath escaped her, fogging in the cold that clung to the air like mist. The darkness here was alive, thick with rot, squirming with things unseen.
Fleapaw knew this place.
Her eyes blinked open to a starless void. Trees loomed above, claw-like branches reaching down like they wanted her to stay. The forest floor was soft and spongy beneath her paws, sloshing faintly as she stirred.
Fleapaw stood slowly, limbs burdened by exhaustion, pain curling up her leg like vines—but she was no less eager, eyes sifting the shadows for a familiar grey pelt. She lifted her chin, smirk tugging at the corners. Excitement pulled at her belly, coaxing the exhaustion from her limbs. At least here, she could train without worrying about stressing her wound. As worn as she felt, the apprentice looked forward to it.
But he wasn't there. No frostbitten air wafted over her bones, the chill in its place paled. Didn't he call for her again? "Froststorm?" She called hoarsely, tongue flicking across her maw. Eyes narrowed as she took a step forward. "Are you there?"
@PUMPKINGLOW
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Wings, hearts, some things are meant to be torn apart
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FLEAPAW10 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.
Faith, hope, some things are meant to be gone broke