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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The moon was bright an luminescent as if rose to its highest point int he sky. Fernskip has been avoiding Mythoseraphim for all she was worth since the wedding ceremony. The dark chocolate brown she-cat wove her way around hardy stocks of fern and brush. She had no destination in mind. But she had to keep her mind from wondering too far lest her paws take her back to WinterClan.
She was angry at her mother for letting things in SunClan get out of her paws. Furious and hurt by her father that he would leave this life and expect her to take on an entire clan she barely knew alone. She loathed herself for abandoning that clan to whatever cat felt entitled enough to become its next leader. She was a sad disappointment. Her family was falling apart. And now... she was bound by law and fate to a cat she barely knew who lived in an imaginary world and settled on the opposite side of a revolution.
"Help me." she whispered to the fading stars a silent plea for Leatherstar to hear her desperation.
(I was thinking this could be the thread where they start to actually fall in love. (: )
Perhaps Leatherstar did hear her. Mere moments after her plea, her mate showed up. Now, whether she would appreciate what her father had done, if this was indeed his doing, was significantly more up for debate. The purebred Siberian pulled up beside her, olive green eyes peering at her lightly, though they shifted to concern slightly as he saw her face. Gently, he took the flower from his mouth, positioning it on her head, against her ear in heartbeats, before she could pull away from him. "Highness, why so sad?"
Mythosseraphim himself was a strange sort of cat. His mother had died in initiation for her disloyalty, and he himself always seemed to be in a world of his own making, rather than grounded to reality. Though she'd been avoiding him, he'd been doing his best to ensure small things were done for her. Extra feathers in her nest, a flower in front of her nose when she woke up from a nap. Small things that showed he was there, but wasn't pushing her into interacting with him. After their wedding.. this was truly their first time interacting for more than in passing. He seemed genuine enough, even if she hardly knew anything about him.
