What are we? A simple, free-form, plot driven Warrior Cats roleplay. We're based in the forest territories from the original series, and are entirely AU! We have no word count, and no character limits! We encourage traditional names (names that make sense for feral cats to understand, within our low fantasy elements) and creating an exciting story within the Warriors universe!

But I've never read Warriors! We encourage newbies to the canon to come play with us! We've created a welcoming newbie guide meant to encourage new players to the fandom, or those that are simply wondering what all the fuss with cats is about! Think of it as exciting political dynamics and tribal structures, just with cats! No previous knowledge required!

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He was long past the age where he’d so much as look twice at a half-rotten body sinking into the earth. Dead things were boring and bones were just the chaff animals left behind when they expired. But lately, he saw them and searched incuriously for a patch of red on coal, for some drop in this filthy pond that he could use to find — well, you probably know by now. He would not accept being abandoned. He would not let anyone separate them. Not even her.

The black wolf had only just stumbled upon a skeleton with a pelt sagging over it that smelled tantalizingly familiar somehow. Had he been responsible for this corpse? Crow smelled the empty eye sockets, nosed around the exposed ridges of the spinal cord, when —

A bright eye roving over, a crafty ear tilting. A smile.

“My, you’ve grown.”

Rain had settled in a light patter and it would only grow more persistent as the afternoon burned into evening, but for now she enjoyed what little of it that she could. The noise wasn't all bad.

Huddled in a mass of wet fur she sat contently next to varying shades of red blossoming roses. The garden empty today, the acolytes that had seen to her had long since taken off, and oddly enough Lana found herself wanting the company back. The silence was deafening, and as funny as it sounds to even think that silence could be loud, her's spoke volumes.

Past lives reconvened on some hidden road in her memories, a spiteful eyed child stood behind her parents, glaring as they spoke highly of another wrapped in a coat of ginger-red. If Azuhel was here now, they could simply laugh about it, but her dear sister had a way of leaving friend, blood, and lovers behind. Ear twitching and she'd turn slightly to a the creeping of a rather sinister looking shadow. Ah. She didn't know him well, Azuhel's odd little play thing, but she knew enough.

"You won't find her here."

She was beginning to think that maybe she had taken a wrong turn. It had been a day since she decided to turn right over the mountains, and still there was no sign of the river. Henbane, in all her glorious wisdom, decided to take what she thought would be a shortcut. As the crow flies, her father always said. She couldn’t very well sprout wings though, so her only choice had been to climb. However, that was proving to not be the best idea. All Henbane could see was a vast expanse of land. The rolling hills touched the darkening horizon of twilight with no river in sight. At least not any that were familiar to her.
 
The small brown mutt peered closer at the surroundings below, and in the vast prairie there was a verdant patch of green. The westward winds blew with them a familiar scent of a border. She had grown up near one while still a pup where her father would visit. The smells made her feel nostalgic, even if they were the same pack of her childhood. Maybe they could help her? Her father had always warned her about approaching these borders and the wolves within them. He had been exiled for his tryst with her mother, and so she could understand his reservations. There wasn’t much choice though. She had been so preoccupied with trying to get back to her family that her body was wasting away. She had been hungry before that fateful fall into the river, but now she was starving.
 
Carefully Henbane slid down the rolling mountain hill as the night breeze sent a chill through her dusty fur. Only when making it to the base of the mountain had she realized how far off the green place seamed. She could still smell the borders, although it was fainter now. Even though her muscles were tight with exhaustion Henbane pressed forward in a dash across the vast expanse. Although weakened Henbane almost enjoyed her run, now unhindered by the claustrophobic aura of the mountain passages. She flew across the flat lands towards the smell of the borders, the sun finally shrinking behind the mountains she had traversed. As she ran Henbane let out yips and howls to announcing her presence to any in the area.

ooc hhrrnnngg such a long time since I wrote out a roleplay post, so rusty