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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It had been only a few short days since Angel, no Flutterkit had been rescued from the kitten mill she was born in, brought to Dayclan by a group of apprentices with a promise that she would never had to endure such confinement again now that she was no longer encased by bars. She had been scared to join, a new environment and surrounded by so many strangers, it was hard for her to break away from the habits she had picked up and so as she sat just outside the entrance of the nursery, her blue eyes scanning the rest of camp and the felines who roamed and lounged throughout, she wondered if she was allowed to move from her spot.
She hadn't seen her parents since that day, they didn't show up or come racing to her to make sure she was alright, and no matter how hard she searched for them from the entrance of the mill scented den she always ended up broken hearted. This day was no different, her fathers white and black pelt was nowhere to be seen, tears began to fill her eyes dampening her face as she collapsed to the ground.
Before her leadership in DayClan she had been a reaper, an assassin, the personal guard dog, right hand lady of every nemesis any cat in existence could remember. So when she turned soft for the clan she was supposed to conquer many wondered if she was a born assassin or a demon ascended into angelic form. But in this precious moments when the sky was grey, before the first raindrop fell onto Flutterkit's nose it was easy to see her true side was a mother. There was no faking the unconditional waves of love that flowed from her aura to anyone she so much as looked at. Her eyes brightened with such warmth and prejudice trust, like she knew the person better than they knew themselves. Her graceful movements alone felt majestic, light on her paws as she sashayed up towards Flutterkit. The dark auburn tip of bushy tail moving comfortingly around her like a weighted blanket, as her paw gently stroked away a tear from the she-kits cheek.
"I'm sorry that your parents aren't here," Glowstar said, lowering herself onto her stomach to get down to Flutterkit's level, her tongue washed over the back of her head like soft beams of warm sunlight, "But I'll make sure you're not alone, I'll take care of you from here on till forever, I pinkie paw promise."
