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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Phlegmkit sniffled up a fat drop of snot and then stepped on a thorn. “Ouch!!” The gremlin cried, narrowing his eyes on the closest cat and sprinting forward to slap them on the shoulder. It wasn’t clear whether he thought they had thrown the thorn in his path or if he just had terrible anger management. “Take that!” he said haughtily, tossing his head.
Mysteriouskit was, well, mysterious. She was odd, the kit who wandered around camp, blank-eyed, observed her clanmates but didn’t say a thing to them. Here she was, walking around, humming a soft tune under her breath, before THWACK. Startled — terrified even — she pushed whoever hit her to the ground aggressively, hissing. Then, she got a look at them, anger turning immediately into a dopey grin as she stared down at another kit.
“Am I your enemy now?” Her voice was hushed, relaxed, like she hadn’t almost pummelled Phlegmkit, and she stared at him curiously, unblinking.
SNORT! Phlegmkit huffed up a particularly juicy booger and spat it on the ground. "I don't have enemies," he said haughtily, staring over at the weirdo as he scrambled to his feet. "I have subordinates. What's your name, weak one?"
She laughed at him, “You make funny noises.” He was messy too, but she didn’t say anything.
Mysteriouskit let out a small gasp, the type you made when you just learned a new, valuable piece of information. “Subordinates?” She tilted her head, sat back, “I don’t know what that is.” Weak wasn’t exactly a term she would use to describe herself — no one with scarring such as hers could, could they? But she let him talk, because his voice sounded funny.
All the small she-kit had spotted was a couple of kits scuffling together for a moment. Taking advantage of this, she charged towards them full speed; a loud war cry screeched through the air as she barreled into Phlegmkit, bowling him over and placing a tiny paw on top of him. "The conqueror has done it again!"
