Warrior Cat Clans 2 (WCC2 aka Classic) is a roleplay site inspired by the Warrior series by Erin Hunter. Whether you are a fan of the books or new to the Warrior cats world, WCC2 offers a diverse environment with over a decade’s worth of lore for you - and your characters - to explore. Join us today and become a part of our ongoing story!
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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 11, 2019 23:45:29 GMT -5
The prison was cold this morning, the floor thick and cold with a few piles of frost and snow gathering around the den. A cat she assumed had passed in the night lay in the far corner limp and frozen over. "Do you think he will get a proper burial?" she wondered allowed. Or would the cat be dumped in an icy dark forgotten place. Was this chieftain really better than Understar? Or would he be just as careless with life?
Thistlebriar sat shoulders hunched in the corner of the prisoner, he shrugged his shoulders listlessly at the she cat's question. "I don't know." He murmured. It had been moons since his mouse brained idea to lead a patrol to try and spy on WinterClan... and he missed home. He missed his sister. He missed learning from Raventhorn. He missed his mentor, who had been able to escape. He just wanted to go home. Or for this whole thing to have been just a dream and he'd open his eyes and waken to find himself and the clanmates who had been captured with him so so long ago, back in NightClan safe and sound.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 0:17:20 GMT -5
Rookfire aroused from his dozing next to Thistlebriar. He glanced up at the blue she-cat whom had spoken before shifting his gaze to the lifeless body. He sighed audibly. "I fear NightClan has forgotten about us Thistlebriar." As if the lifeless cat where in a much better place now than they were.
Acaciablue blinked and tipped her head to the side. "Oh I heard of your plight. Don't lose heart."
Smallspiral snorted ears flattening as she joined the group eyeing the deceased cat. "No way! Burningstar was already planning to come back for us! NightClan'll come for us! She won't leave us here to rot for moons like Shiverstar did!"
Thistlebriar sighed, "I wish I could share your faith Smallspiral. But I've heard that Burningstar's been leader for most of my time here. I get she's new and all... and that I got here partially because I was mousebrained... But I still want to go back home..." He mumbled.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 1:34:01 GMT -5
"You could try to escape. But you risk a heavy punishment if you get caught..." Acaciablue meowed piping up again. She had been in this prison longer than any cat and she had attempted to leave multiple times. The price was high but she had little to loose and WinterClan cats didnt seem to have much creativity.
Rookfire met Acacias' gaze with curiosity. "Maybe Burningstar doesnt realize we are still alive. This is winterclan after all."
