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!
News & Updates
11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
Here on Classic we understand that sometimes life can get difficult and we struggle. We may need to receive advice, vent, know that we are not alone in our difficult times, or even just have someone listen to what's going on in our lives. In light of these times, we have created the support threads below that are open to all of our members at any time.
The shadow of a young, small kit could be seen lurking by the fresh-kill pile. She was contemplating what to eat. The kit named Fallingkit was a self-proclaimed orphan. Her parents who were alive still, never paid her any attention. Even if they had to interact with her, they would just push another cat to deal with her.
◦
Having no parents to guide her and tell her what to do, she often did things on her own. She had to figure out what prey she liked and what she didn't like. Right? So here she sat, on her haunches, looking and observing the prey.
◦
She finally decided to go for a mouse that was at the top of the pile. She swished her tail back and forth and was preparing to leap onto the pile, when she heard a voice call out to her.
◦
A warrior was heading her way.
'Great!' She mumbled to herself.
'Just what I wanted, another cat coming to try and what? Help me?' She shook her head and narrowed her eyes at the pile, before turning her attention to the warrior.
'Hello.' She said with a dip of her head and a forced smile on her face.
◦
She hadn't been up long, only until the sun began to wane, and the moon rose to her full height, around Moonhigh. She had been twisting and turning in her nest unable to get herself to fall asleep. Though she did try, she even tried to count the stars. Even that didn't work so well.
So here she sits near the pile of prey, her stomach growling for a bite.
◦
︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶
|| 86 Words || || No Tags || || Made by Cheetah || || Speaking Color Code: #C41E3A (Cardinal) ||
dm me if you want to listen to me ramble about the interstellar soundtrack
2,314 posts
Post by achromatic on Jan 10, 2022 19:00:21 GMT -5
Moonblight wasn't much of a hunter, but frankly, the tom didn't really think much of it when he ate. Aspenstar didn't exactly expect him to go hunting all the time; his loyal guard position meant that he spent most of his time training, either with Phantomfox or with his partner, Sagebristle. Still, with everything going on in camp, he mostly kept to himself these days, eyes shifting left and right as he padded up to the fresh-kill pile, ready to grab his meal, when he noticed the kit, barely a step away from accidentally bumping into the little one.
"Oh hello," he spoke, his eyes always seemed to be wide, as if he was surprised. For a bulky tom, he sure looked like an unkempt kit half the time. He looked towards the pile, and back at the kit. "Oh, were you looking for something to eat, or did you want someone to share your meal with?"
