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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She sat atop a large, rounded stone, the moonlight trickling down in beams as it lit up her pale ginger and grey dappled fur, giving her a heavenly glow. Blue eyes with pupils rimmed with a iridescent green looked out upon the valley where the other clans laid down below the alpine, nestled comfortably with cats sleeping within their camps, while those who partied on in the night enjoyed the fresh, light rain that fell down from the heavens.
A soft sigh fluttered from her leathery lips, and her eyes cast downwards as they stared at her paws. So much had been going on in her mind as of recent, a constant battle between two voices within her head that fought viciously. It rang throughout her eardrums and deep into her core, and she shivered audibly from the noise. "Please, stop!" She said, barely above a whisper. Her head dipped back as she looked to the sky, the moon disappearing behind a thin cover of cloud, where some light was still shining through.
She was pregnant with her second litter. Her first one was a bit rocky, and she nearly lost her life and her kits; it was a terrifying experience. Now, upon her second, she was worried more about her children. What if she didn't pull through, and they were left without a mother? The thought rocked a sob from her body and she slumped down, her shoulders protruding out against her scruffy pelt.
She knew her struggles all too well. So well, she should write a novel. Diamondheart struggled through her own pregnancy as well, though she didn't have the luxuries she was now accustomed to. Labor was intense and passionate which made it all that much harder to go through alone. She was grateful for her kits health, grateful that they now had a place to call home rather than the isolation she still felt so comfortable in. The forest cat knew it wasn't her place to console struggling mothers, but she saw so much of what she once was in the young mottled she-cat that sat before her. She knew her struggles well, and couldn't let her fall prey to what could become.
"It's a beautiful place you've chosen." Her voice was calm as she lightly stepped through the dusting of snow that layered the earth below them.
Dapplesun could scent Diamondheart long before she came upon her pitiful self. She was quick to blink away her tears and straighten her posture, trying to appear as if she was fine. When Diamondheart finally appeared, her soft voice was music to Dapplesun's ears; she needed a friend right now. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she smiled, and dipped her head in agreement. "This is where I like to go whenever I need some piece and quiet," She laughed quietly.
