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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Decisive, authoritative, charming. Semillon took quickly to his role as the eldest and loves to lead his siblings on adventures, and can talk most cats into doing things that he wants. [OPEN]
Temperamental, flighty, sly. Chianti is sweet one moment and annoyed the next. She knows how to use emotional manipulation to get what she wants, and she wants a lot of things. [aberrantfox]
Mischievous, pampered, witty. Syrah looks the most like her mother and has a strong alliance with her father, in whose eyes she can do no wrong, despite her many schemes and arguments. [violet]
Quiet, cunning, dedicated. Viognier is like his father and thinks before he acts. He is very strategic, and likes to study his options for some time before deciding. He has high ambitions, inspired by his father’s previous title of Nemesis. [OPEN]
Daring, bright, vivid. Sangi is a firecracker, and full of life. She doesn’t have many strong opinions because she doesn’t take the time to form any, bouncing from one task to the next. She took on a nickname because she thought her name took too long to say. [@frisk]
Savagnin laid curled up in the main house, in the room dedicated to the mothers and younglings. Though mothers were a rare thing to find inside, often become scarce sooner rather than later. Right now it was unoccupied, Savagnin the only living thing inside the walls. The most recent younglings promoted and no pregnant she-cats within the league except Savagnin herself. Blue eyes glanced down towards the 5 bundles curled up against her long fur. During the night she had gone into labor and with no shaman to call she had struggled through it herself.
The sun was rising now, peeking through the windows and she knew her mate would be by soon. And she ached for his company but at the same time dreaded it all the same. After Solaris had been blinded things had been a struggle, his whole world had changed. Savagnin couldn't imagine what this would do to him, his first kits and he would be unable to see what they looked like. She would help him, and she would pain painstakingly describe them but all the same she knew it would be hard on him.
Solaris almost didn't come when he had told Savagnin that he would. Almost. He wasn't that far gone.
His shuffling footsteps could be heard around the corner- the fallen Nemesis had learned to navigate the main parts of the new territory even in his eternal darkness. But in this unfamiliar space, he had to rely on sounds, scents, and his whiskers to guide him. It took him a few moment to round the corner and come into the line of sight of his mate. Despite the cloudiness that now murked his amber eyes, and the white scar lines that crossed above and below them, the large tom was still undeniably handsome.
He wasn't in the best place emotionally. Solaris was now nearly fully trained in his new role, and he could experiment with herbs by scent instead of sight, but he still felt so dependent on everyone else. He had grown a little distance from Savagnin, he had been rather moody and withdrawn, not wanting to inflict her with the anger and darkness that swirled inside him. But his apprentice had told him half an hour ago that Savagnin had given birth in the night, and he couldn't stay away from her and his new kits, so he moved up in his slow pace now, locating her by scent.
"Savagnin." He greeted her gently, pressing his nose to her forehead a little clumsily. He could smell a mix of new cat-scents, combined with the sweet scent of milk and the old scent of blood. "How are you doing? How many are there?"
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POSTEDJul 21, 2019 5:42:45 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
[ all yours. please have them on the joining thread as soon as you can. <3 ]
Savagnin watched his progress towards her closely, still not sure how well he had adjusted thus far. But she was pleased to note he had managed it with some confidence, and she readily tilted her head up to nose under his chin in a return of affection. "I'm well." She lied, not wanting to mention how terrifying it had been to give birth for the first time with no one to help her or guide her without a shaman or a mage. She had managed it in the end and that was all that mattered.
"There are five, one of them looks so much like you he'll be just as handsome when he grows." She purred as she touched her nose to the orange tabby, already showing sings that he would have a thick coat of fur. She glanced at the other 4 and their pelt variations and found some amusement that none of them looked all the alike to any of their siblings. They could all probably pretend not to be related at all, but then again their parents did have very different pelts from one another as well.
Solaris followed the movement of his mate's nose, inhaling his son's scent and trying to commit it to memory. Even though he couldn't see his kits, he felt a flash of pride that one of his kits looked like him. "Do any of them look like you?" He asked, making a decent attempt at a smile, a rare occurrence these days. "If so, they'll be my favorite- though you can't tell them that."
He sniffed each of the small bundles in turn, learning the scents and the feel of his children's pelts against his whiskers. They felt so small. So wiggly and so vulnerable. For now they were as blind as he was, though unlike him they would gain the gift of sight that he so sorely missed.
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"Two of the girls look quite like me. But this little girl right here, the one making the most noise looks the most like me." She spoke nosing at little Syrah, who had thus far been rather loud. Crying for attention when she seemed to realize her mother was grooming her siblings and not herself. Savagnin wasn't worried about it yet, though if the trend continued and if Solaris's words were true then she knew it might be something that needed to be addressed later.
"They will have this room to themselves, that's already going to make them feel special." She spoke as she looked around the cavernous room that laid in a corner of the main house on the bottom floor. Tall almost ceiling to floor windows letting natural light flood the space. She worried about how easy it would be for outsiders to realize the leagues nursery was here but Mother E'tani had assured her that her and her kits were safe.
"Yes, there does seem to be a shortage of younglings around. But that means all the more attention for these little ones." Solaris could feel how desperately he craved the success of his children- they could have the legacy he had grasped but failed to hold on to. They would not be failures, if he had anything to say about it.
A few beats passed, his emotions swirling in his mind like flashes he couldn't quite glimpse. Finally, he pressed his cheek to Savagnin's. "I love you, and I love our children. Even if I haven't been... myself, lately."
