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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His paws were thunder. He was large as a badger stalking through the woods. Every thorn in the forest snagged on his coat; every time he set down a paw it was loud enough to scare off prey. It only served to sour his already foul mood. Rasputin had not always relied on fish, and once he'd hunted land prey, same as any cat; but in these quiet woods NightClan called home, he felt terribly under-prepared and clumsy. And how he loathed to feel that way.
When he focused, he could still hunt here; he'd been doing it for moons since they had joined this clan. But when he was merely walking, traveling to his next destination, it was starkly apparent he had not adjusted well to this new life. His claws clenched the earth as he came to a halt, his tail lashing in frustration, only to get tangled in the spindly branches of a nearby bush. Rasputin hissed, spinning around and ripping his tail free, leaving a few clumps of dark brown fur behind in his wake.
Larkwing had been hunting a mouse nearby. He was inching toward his prey when the loud crackling of sticks spooked his prey into hiding. He hissed with frustration and stood up. Spinning around toward the direction of the sounds, he peered into the darkness, trying to make out whatever had cost him his meal.
He muttered beneath his breath, cursing the tangled bush and its kin for the next few millennia, then turned to stalk off again. His eye caught on another cat not far from him and he eyed him warily. Despite his time in the clan, he still found it hard to remember that they were supposed to sulk about at night, and it wasn't a suspicious activity.
