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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"Can't you make the nest any faster?" Fuzzyheart muttered.
Zephyrglade delicately wove the moss around the base of the nest, "I hope you recognize I'm not your servant and I'm only doing this because my dad told me to."
"Your dad served me and my mother, as far as I'm concerned your peasant class doing servant work. I understand the inadequacy of your performance, but I'm still gonna demand that you try a bit harder, this nest has to be big enough for Peach and me and well... None of the nests you DayClan cats make are big enough for me, plus you're tall, I figured you must know what I go through," Fuzzyheart explained.
"You know the problem with you acting above me is that you never learned to do lower work and now you don't want to admit to your mate that you can't even make your own nest. But whatever, at least he'll fawn over you for your amazing nest making skills," Zephyrglade said patting the moss in place before adding the fourth layer of it. He looked back at his work with pleasure and began to add the lambs ear leaves and wool into the nest before stepping back, "All yours to take credit for on the condition that you call me King from now on."
"Y'know what, you can move up to squire," Fuzzyheart said as he dug his teeth into the willow branch edge of the nest and began to drag it back. When he entered the warrior den he sat down and looked around excitedly for Peachblush, "Peach puff, where you at?" He asked, attempting a sing song voice that only came out threateningly like a deranged serial killer trying to find out where you're hiding.
