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 Nov 11, 2018 23:40:46 GMT -5
She had wandered out into the light and it had cost her. Was that freedom she felt as the suns rays melted into her thick fur worth the price she was about to pay? Water raged around Cadet Calypso. The roar of it loud and haunting in her ears. The pressure, so fierce, she had to hold her eyes closed tight out of fear of them popping out. She reached with her claws desperate to catch a log or even a rock on the rivers floor. No luck. She thought she was good enough on her own. She thought she was invincible. She thought of her father Red and how disappointed he would be in her failure. Her heart ached and she stopped fighting.
Harlow had been hunting when she caught sight of Cadet Calypso drowning. The small pale she-cat leaped into the water and swam effectively and quickly over to her groupmate. Harlow had learned to swim early on from her life as a loner before she joined the regime. Harlow grabbed onto Cadet Calypso's scruff and started swimming towards the bank. "Kick your paws!" Harlow growled to the other she-cat through her mouthful of fur.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 16, 2018 15:28:42 GMT -5
A moment of hope washed over Calypso as teeth sank into her thick pelt and her muzzle was brough above the surface. She gasped for air and did as she was told, fighting against the current. “I... I can’t” she murmured as the strength was seeped from her.
Sentinel Castiel dashed to the edge of the water as he caught sight of the two cats. He plunged into the water and pushed Calypso from behind, trying to make it easier for Harlow.
Harlow was relieved when her paws finally hit land, she moved Calypso up to dry ground. "Thank you," she said gratefully to Castiel. "Are you alright?" She asked, looking down at Calypso.
