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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Bright eyes that blended with the water around her opened with a sudden, but powerful motion. A gasp formed in her throat, but there was only water. Sunlight glittered down into the watery depths like a path to the surface that Tigerlily approached with every ounce of strength she had.
Pulling herself to shore, her crystalline white bengal fur, tattered like a scarred up diamond. Murdered by her own clan mates with only two life's to spare after. But...
A scream left her throat as she let out a sob, a contraction from her flat pregnant belly, induced by the trauma rippled through her. She wished for it to stop, for the kits to come and they did with silent hearts.
She entered the Regime, but she wasn't there. She passed on by like a ghost. She carried a clear detached feeling that any living person had. There was something about her that felt less like an intruder, more like a haunting. To fear her for an irrational feeling then any concern for a stranger waltzing into Regime tunnels.
Then, all at once she stopped, seating herself down in an opening, "I'm not safe in DayClan, I need to stay here," Was all she uttered.
Bliss Eerie was the first cat to stumble upon Tigerlily. She could have sworn she'd seen this cat before, but she couldn't put a name to her face, she was just too disconnected from the politics of other groups. She'd have a hard time even naming all of the leaders! So, when the tiny black she-cat approached Tigerlily, she did so without knowing anything of her history outside of what she'd muttered about DayClan.
"You're soaking wet!" She gasped, rushing up to Tigerlily but stopping a couple tail-lengths away, giving her plenty of space, "Would you... umm, I know this is weird to offer to a stranger, but... would you like to share tongues? We need to get you dry and warm or you'll catch a cough. And... do I smell blood? Are you hurt as well?"
Bliss was a healer by trade and had always had a sharp nose. While she hadn't yet picked up on the tell-tale scent of afterbirth, she did recognize right away that something more was going on with this she-cat than met the eye.
