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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The only cat that could quell his wrath kneeled before him, met his gaze with glistening eyes, and spoke in a trembling rasp. The heat in his body evaporated, and Crowkit felt steam blur Ghostcrown's familiar face as tears pricked his eyes and shudder began to rattle him to his core, his father leaving him one last task that seemed suddenly heavy and important. "D-dad..." he croaked with a sudden meekness. "Y-you can't let them do this. Please. They won't take care of us like you and mom d-did." The word caught in his throat but his next ones were even harder to choke out. "They h-hate me. And..and I hate them too, because they don't treat me like you do. They'll never love us like you do, we need you. I need you."
But he knew nothing would change- not Bloodystar's tyranny, or Ghostcrown's fate, or the berth the clan gave him- as he stood and sobbed, pleading with his father to defy death, until he was gently nudged away. His brokenness more clear than a pool of glass, he obeyed, but only after whispering a cold, quiet assurance that he loved Ghostcrown too.
Cleaver and crow will now exit and let you all sit and think about what you've done to this poor boy
Honeysplash dipped his head to Ghostcrown, not knowing what faster would befall his new friend. It seemed like only yesterday that the two of them had went out hunting and talking about their woes. That day Ghostcrown had asked him to take care of his kits if anything befell him, and he had asked Ghostcrown the same. Before disappering into the den with Crowpaw, he turned giving the tom a long saddened look as he was drug away from the scene.
