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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A sharp pain sliced through her stomach. Hunger tore at her insides, her paws shook from lack of nutrition. Her eyes were dull as she gazed up at the cat standing over her, looming like a mountain. Making her feel smaller than she already was. Roon gritted her teeth together as she felt a rip across her face, claws leaving new marks. Laughter mocked her, she found herself cowering.
It was always the same. The nightmares. Roon, stuck in them and terrified. Her body shook, whimpers come from her lips. Yet, the feline was fast asleep in her nest. Most cats either ignored it, or would shove her awake due to trying to sleep. It was ‘normal’. No cats really even batted an eye as she tossed around.
Someone was watching her nearby. Sleep didn't come easy for him these days. It hadn't since the death of his sister all those moons ago. Now, his nephew and Jasmine's son was the leader of the Regime. He was proud of course. Anyone who had been close to Jasmine or Slawn would be proud of who Mars had become. He just wished Jasmine had lived to see this, to see that the little tom she had believed in when no one else would had proved all of his doubters wrong.
His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of whimpering. His green eyes landed on Roon. Of course this was common for her, but he had never thought much on it nor had he ever bothered to wake her. It had always seemed like too much effort. This time however, he rose to his paws and padded over to her. After another moment's hesitation, he carefully prodded her side. He didn't want to scare her, but if she was having a nightmare, it was probably best to wake her up right?
A squeak and a jolt, and Roon’s Eyes were looking at him. Wide and frightened, and her fur on end. Yet, she was silent, as if trying to figure out how to separate real from dreamscape.
