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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It always seemed like a bad time, to love each other. The feelings were just in reach, a stretch away, but it was never the right moment. As the cycle was, you moved on and someone new came along, leaving the dust to settle around those who couldn't. Cruel and dramatic, as life tended to be. And again, there was another. Shadedsun couldn't bring himself to be upset, though--he was dead, he had come back to life this very day, he couldn't expect Doe to wait forever.
I'm me, Shaded. With the soft smile, words that made his head spin and his face flush, and his joy at small things like flowers and fireflies. "Yeah, and you are who I fell in love with," all he wanted to do, now, was talk him up, tell him how perfect and wonderful and great he was, how he made Shaded's insecurities go away, how they clicked the very night they met. Two new leaders, nervous and unsure, but comfortable with each other.
"You. . . you can move on. You could have. When I was dead I--I wasn't anywhere. There was nothing for me, I don't think I would have minded." The words I love you were all he had ever wanted to hear, all he ever felt like he needed, but it just didn't feel right. It wasn't how he had ever expected this to go--they were supposed to be happy, a confession soft and sweet. Like it had been that night in Springclan. Not this. He didn't know what to say--you're none of those?--he was stuck, brain all fried and trying to make sense of things. They were at a stalemate, both feeling bad about themselves, selfish and unworthy and tired.
Yeah, and you are who I fell in love with. The smile that blossomed on Doefreckle's face was the most heartbreaking thing imaginable, so soft and awed, the gentlest kind of relief, of heartache, of love. As Shadedsun kept talking, all the fear, all the pain, melted together and faded. Suddenly, none of it seemed so important, so urgent; they had time, all the time in the world, this second time round. There was no rush. Like the sun rising slow, so slow, over the night-time meadows, they could take it one step at a time, learning who they were, who they still were and who they were now. Soft, golden, slow as breathing. As water.
It had always been the wrong time, because they'd put that pressure on themselves for it to be the right time. Maybe they just had to let it go and see what happened, give everything to the breeze and see what came back.
Maybe, after all this time, it would be nothing.
Maybe, it would be everything.
The scents of pollen and fresh grass slowly came back to Doe. He could hear the bees again, buzzing around his paws. Still standing there, he looked up at Shadedsun and gave him a gentle smile. "We'll take it slow," he whispered, so quietly. He touched his forehead softly to the black tom's shoulder, his fur soft and starting to warm under the heat of the summertime sun. He rested there for a moment, just feeling Shadedsun against him, breathing in his scent that was different now but still somehow fundamentally him, moving his head from side to side ever so slightly just to feel the other tom's fur move beneath his tough. Then, silently, he turned his head, cheek brushing against his shoulder, and took a small step back, gaze finding Shadedsun's with a small smile. "There's no hurry this time," he murmured gently. "There must be a reason we're both here now, some part we can play for one another. We'll find out what that's meant to be."
What we want it to be. StarClan, the fates, the sky itself; all of it can weep and rage all it wants. This time it's about us.
