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 tom stretched slowly, stepping away from his work, a faint yawn escaping the Guider. Apollo had been doing his duties for... who knew how long. This was nothing new for Shule's nephew, of course. He was a workaholic on the best of days, and by now, the Regime didn't bother him much about his odd schedules. He tended to work for days straight, crash, and then wake up and eat everything in sight, then repeat. This caused the tom to both be efficient... but to be wildly, wildly out of touch with time. Generally, what felt like a few days to him underground could be weeks or moons, and he'd actually almost missed his adopted kits' promotions purely because of this. Thankfully, Shule had come to warn him an hour beforehand, and all but told the mostly white tom to go and wait early, just so he wouldn't miss it.
Right now, he wasn't really sure if anything important had happened, as he wiped herbs from green stained paws. He'd been working on breeding plants recently, trying to make them hardier to survive cold temperatures, and lower light conditions, so they wouldn't have to worry so much about herbs considering they lived in snow three quarters of the year in this territory.
"Apollo, do you have a moment?" Cadet Sapphira was always very polite, especially if she was inconveniencing others. The she-cat had really grown up in the past few moons. She was an absolute bombshell with an hourglass figure, high, exotic cheekbones and wicked diamond-colored eyes. She did her best to act perfect, too. The tabby was an excellent fighter, got along with pretty much everyone, was a favorite of the kits and always the leader in her training exercises, but one thing she wasn't good at was taking care of herself.
"I have a cough," Now that she mentioned it, there was a certain raspy quality to Sapphira's voice, "No, don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing serious! I'm fine, really. I just don't want it to spread to others."
