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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He moved among DayClan like a ghost, unnoticed. It was easy for Duskslayer to fade into the background, maybe he had a unique fur design, but everything about him was boring and bland. He had little character with the most basic walk that he'd have to consciously think about to make look anything extraordinary. His voice was soft and poetic, but often came with such a degree of softness it made people zone out into his turquoise hypnotic eyes. Maybe he was looked at, but he was looked right through the moment someone noticed him. This was why he created different personas for himself, to make his life and other cats lives more interesting. Today though he was Duskslayer or as he called himself, Dusky. He couldn't not be Dusky, not when he was with his siblings because they typically wanted him for some reason.
"Hey," He said in an airy tone of voice, he seemingly blurred and focused into reality. Like a presence Cinnamon recognized as being next to him, but was too faint to pay attention to until now, "How have you been? Living a good life?"
The way Duskslayer looked at Cinnamon was almost dizzying, his gaze held such a possessed presence, yet this was just always the way his gaze seemed to be as Dusky.
Cinnamonkit, yes still a kit, even though his siblings had all moved on and were well into their training the little loaf couldn't be bothered. He hadn't quite reached the right level of fabulousness yet after all. Plus... he'd realized that training equated to failure, and he refused to be associated with such a thing. So instead he 'trained' in secret observing apprentices showing off their new skills, slowly building up a repertoire of skills so when he finally 'began' training, he'd be advanced, not behind in the slightest despite his delayed start.
He turned his head to Duskslayer and blinked at him. "I've been fine, and you?" He asked tail wrapped around his paws.
"I was made a warrior recently," Duskslayer said, a shy small smile crossing his lips, "I'm Duskslayer now," He couldn't help, but stand up a little taller.
"But uh, dads not doing too well. I'm trying to convince him to move out and come stay with mom, but listen if we do that we gotta try to convince mom to get over this Deal guy. I mean, you see it too, right? She loves dad, I don't know what it is about Deal, but he's getting in the way of her real feelings. I guess what I'm proposing to you is that we try to get Darkcomplex to move to DayClan, get mom and him to go out on a few nice dates that they don't know are dates and if Deal comes back we try to kick him to the curb. I don't know maybe I'm just being selfish?"
