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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Fuzzyheart walked into the medicine cat den, a smile that looked so wrong his ruggish features spread thick across his lips as he approached his daughter. For having a cute name that Peachblush gave him he sure didn’t look charming. Dark brown silhouetted bengal fur consumed his large muscular build. He had a severe jar that made the lines of his face look rigid like a panthers. The sharp planes of his face cast shadows over his narrowed eye while the right eye was gone completely left only in scars. In recent moons he had acquired more scars, this time along his back from saving Moltenkit from the murder of crows.
One thing never changed about him, his heart was always devoted to his family. He couldn’t be prouder of Darkpaw’s achievement as a medicine cat apprentice. So many cats in his bloodline had been Shaman’s in Primal Instinct, but to see her, someone so close to his blood rise up, this felt powerful.
“Darling Darkness,” He purred, he had a nickname for everyone, almost like everyone had a different warrior name. “I would like to invite you on a mandatory daddy daughter date, it’s been too long. I would also prefer for you not to believe you can escape out of those just because you’re an apprentice,” He teased. His voice was deep, to anyone else he would be menacing, but his kits were probably one of the few people who felt warmth in his tone.
