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!
News & Updates
11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
Here on Classic we understand that sometimes life can get difficult and we struggle. We may need to receive advice, vent, know that we are not alone in our difficult times, or even just have someone listen to what's going on in our lives. In light of these times, we have created the support threads below that are open to all of our members at any time.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 28, 2019 10:43:32 GMT -5
"Rise and shine." The Proxy stated bluntly, her claws hooking into the sleeping Flame's shoulders as she dragged the Prisoner out of her sleeping place, tossing her face first into a nearby wall. It had been two days since Flame had joined League, making today her last day of the initiation's first stage. She'd already suffered all manner of harm at the hands of the guard, deprived of food and free access to water, restricted to prison walls, with no freedom to say or do as she pleased, lest she be killed. Though Senescence had been there the first day, and of course, was the one to give the Guards their orders, she, personally, had not visited the feline.
However, the night before, something had changed. She hadn't been given access to water for a second time, leaving her to sleep not only hungry and hurt, but dehydrated as well. The guards had been strangely kind, well, they hadn't been as vicious anyway, leaving a sense of foreboding to settle over the Prison. This last day would be her hardest, but if she lived through it, well, she'd probably do just fine as a League cat.
Flame's turquoise eyes flew open as the Proxy's claws tore into her skin, causing her to wince in pain. Before she knew it, she had hit the wall, slamming her head against it. Flame had been weakened by the hunger and thirst but she was still just as feisty as she had always been. "Well arent you in a pleasant mood?" She mumbled sarcastically, eyes narrowed.
"If you think I'm acting any different than usual, you give yourself far too much credit." Senescence deadpanned. Flame was arrogant now, or at least she was clinging to her sanity for the time being, but that wouldn't last long.
Perhaps this wasn't an out of place situation, a guard beating up a prisoner, but there was something terribly off about the russet tabby when she pulled back to watch her prisoner, a definite shift to the air that made one's fur stand on end. Her body was almost overly relaxed, and there was not one shred of emotion on her face. She looked like a broken doll, almost, blank and eerie, head lazily tipping to one side as she once more waited for Flame's reaction. Mismatched eyes flashed copper as they caught the light for only the briefest of moments, nothing behind her gaze as she stared at the red cat before her. There was no heart or soul there, just an endless, inescapable void that peered right into the former MoonClan feline's very core.
Even her voice had changed, losing all inflection, the boredom forgone for something darker that seemed to speak from everywhere else than the shadow laced Senescence, though any cat could see she was the one speaking. "When we first met, you asked what you had to do to prove your worth to the League." She began, her eyes never leaving her opponent's frame.
One by one, every compartment of her mind shut down, like lights flickering out one by one in the night. Every tiny shred of morality she displayed in her daily life, which was already little to nothing at all, disappeared, the slate wiped clean to reveal the emptiness beneath.
"Survive." The word was soft, a whisper that seemed to emanate from the unlit patches of the prisoner's home. "Kill me if you can. You won't survive if you don't try."
After training the likes of which even the League would balk at, training that had pit Desiree against every manner of cat and creature, challenging wit, skill, and resilience to the utter extremes, far beyond even what the prisoners faced, the huntress still hadn't been able to beat her own mentor, Senescence, in a fight. Flame had been trained by Havoc, yes, and that training would be essential if she was to survive this fight, but in comparison to what Senescence had put her trainee through... the turquoise eyed feline's experiences could likely not compare, at least not yet.
She was at the initiate's side in what seemed like an instant, her frame as fluid as a snake's. This time, the strike wasn't one intended to damage, but cause pain, claws digging pointedly into Flame's joint socket at the shoulder, where her foreleg met the rest of her body, a feeling like liquid fire springing from the place her claws struck.
Flame yowled in pain, the Proxy's claws feeling like needles while the rest of her shoulder and foreleg burned and tingled in the most unpleasant way. Flame knew she wouldnt be able to beat a well trained Primal Instinct cat, a Proxy at that. Havoc only taught her so much and Flame was already weak. The huntress didnt say she actually had to win per say, she just said she had to survive. Turning her head around, the ginger she-cat bit down on the Proxy's foreleg that had met her shoulder.
