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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Egretfeather passed her tongue deliberately through her creamy fur, watching through the side of her vision Puddlestomp and Bulrushfur. She knew that they had called off their relationship, yet the two still remained close. Not only that, but he hadn't even made a move towards her. A frown lit her features for just a moment. Why wasn't she good enough for him? The frustration made her tongue move quicker through her wispy fur and she quickly turned to search for Cranedance. Her sister would always be there for her, right?
It was not exactly as Egretfeather assumed it was. Bulrushfur was still rather upset about the whole ordeal, and despite it seeming as if the ex-pair were close, they were not. The feline tried to keep the peace with her former mate the best that she could manage, but slowly she was growing closer to another tom. Wyverndelirium, the cat whom had stood in as deputy for some time before Chimerastar had returned.
In fact, she found herself pulling away from Puddlestomp, her eyes giving an odd emotion within them, one that was rather complicated. “Puddlestomp, please, just help Drippaw. He’s having a hard time with his training... and he listens to you better than anyone else!” The fuzzy she-cat found herself wanting to get further away from him, as if his touch were a magnet that would shock her. Pull her in, and hurt her. She brushed a paw across the ground, her eyes averted. “Drippaw needs you.” She mumbled.
Drippaw, just close enough to be within earshot as he messed with the moss in the elder's den, flattened his ears and looked away. He was already a bit embarrassed about his failure and he wanted his parents to be proud of him, not disappointed, and the only thing he hated more than his parents fighting was them fighting over him. He scuffed his paws then slipped out of the den and lurked hesitantly over to look up at them. "I'm-- I'm fine, really, Mom," he promised in a guilty mumble. "Please don't get mad at Dad."
