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!
News & Updates
11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
Here on Classic we understand that sometimes life can get difficult and we struggle. We may need to receive advice, vent, know that we are not alone in our difficult times, or even just have someone listen to what's going on in our lives. In light of these times, we have created the support threads below that are open to all of our members at any time.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
6,904 posts
Post by racer on Nov 16, 2019 20:08:49 GMT -5
BLOODTUSK
THE GENTLE GIANT - NIGHTCLAN WARRIOR
Bloodtusk sighed as the blood from his prey dripped down from his underbite onto his chin. To those that didn't know better, bloodtusk was a rather intimidating cat. He was huge, scary, with a rather mean expression. But spend a few mintues with him, and most realize that underneathe his rough exterior lies a rather sensitive and loyal cat.
Silentkit watched Bloodtusk from afar as the older tom ate. He was currently deep in thought in regards to what could be going on in Bloodtusk's mind. That was something Silentkit often thought about. What did other cats think about? What did older cats think about? These were questions that unfortunately could not be answered. For, Silentkit knew the answer would be different for everyone and that bothered him.
"What are you doin' Silentkit?" Marshpaw asked, bouncing along, trying to stalk some beetles that were moving about the cavern. His ears pricked as he cast his gaze to the young clanmate.
Silentkit sighed as his chain of thought was interrupted. "Thinking." Came his short and to the point reply. His gaze shifted to Marshpaw. "Why do you ask?"
