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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It's hard to explain how he managed it, but Raccoonpaw had his paws on a bon-a-fide happy meal from McDonalds. The particular kid he had stolen it from had asked for chicken nuggets and the brown tabby tom could not have been happier.
"I don't know what kind of fresh-kill this is, but we need to find out where twolegs get these," He said, purring loudly as he leaned forward to take another large bite of a chicken nugget, "LIFE CHANGING, this is L-I-F-E CHANGING!"
The big red box was mostly in tact and still included a handful of fries, some napkins, and a weird shiny thing that Raccoonpaw hadn't noticed yet. It was sitting just a few tail-lengths away from the apprentice's den along with its owner.
Rateye let out a wide yawn as he stepped out of the Warriors' den, his stomach growling in demand for something to eat after his afternoon nap. It was only by chance that he happened to glance over in his son's direction while heading to the fresh-kill pile, and immediately came to a complete stop. The big red box...
"Holy Starclan kiddo! Where did ya FIND THAT?!" Hit with a flood of nostalgia all at once, the former leader sprinted over to Raccoonpaw, a skip in his step as he sniffed the box. "I haven't seen one o' these since I was a kit!" He placed his paw on top of the box triumphantly, slightly bending the cardboard. "This 'ere is a bona fide delicacy in the twolegplace! How's it taste, 'Coon?"
