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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He was a fool. A fool for many reasons, but this had to be the worst of them all. Here he finally had a chance of settling down into a periment home and the golden warrior was risking it all on some wild eyed she-cat who clearly hated him. Part of him ached and longed to know what his mother and father would say if they were still alive. While the other part of him already knew deep down what they would say, which was probably why even though he knew he should turn back his paws dragged him forward along the border in search of the ginger-and white she-cat.
After FallClan, Tangle had continued her travels. She met a mute loner in a cave, argued with a patrol that wouldn't let her pass through their territory, and nearly been cornered by a fox before she shimmied up a tree. Life was good. Her family had passed by a few days ago without her, continuing their wanderings, but she had stayed behind to explore the territory more, and today she found herself wandering back by the first clan she had run into.
Out of spite, she caught a mouse on SpringClan territory to eat, flaunting it in front of their warriors; but after a moment of hesitation, she respectfully stayed on her side of the border and eventually laid down beneath a tree to rest. It was there that she remained until, to her surprise, she spotted a familiar tom walking there. Tangle fell into a low, playful crouch and crept toward the border; then she yowled at the top of her lungs and lunged.
