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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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jul 10, 2021 15:26:02 GMT -5
Pumpkinking would awaken in total darkness, his limbs bound together tightly and head secured by a vine so that he couldn't chew through them. The cave was dark and cold, the sound of dripping water in the distance as it hit against the stone floor. The binding were tight, but not painful and he didn't seem to be wounded anywhere. Even after the cat's eyes fluttered open, all was silent save the dripping water Until a voice broke the stillness of the cave "So you are awake. What is your name?"
Pumpkinking blinked open his eyes groggily. "... this wasn't where I went to sleep." He muttered lifting his head, or tried to at least.
When the voice registered his ears twitched and he once again tried to move his head to see who was speaking, nearly gagging as the vines tightened around his neck. "Who? Who am I?" He echoed bewildered. "Rather odd you've grabbed me without knowing who I am, but I'm Pumkinking. Who wishes to know?" He asked
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jul 10, 2021 15:55:34 GMT -5
"Who I am isn't important, only you" the dark voice rolling off that mysterious cat's tongue as smooth as the breeze. Pumpkinking would feel warmth breath tickling the back of his neck but be unable to see whom it was looming behind him "Why did you come to DayClan" came the second question, curt and short as the first, though now he would feel a frim paw on his back, gently tracing over his spine
