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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Post by MorteAutumnal on Mar 2, 2022 20:09:30 GMT -5
As the first rays of sun broke the tree tops in a shining light and snowbirds sang in the distance a bundle of white bounded out of the nursery. Her dark green eyes glowing as their golden streaks glittered like the very rays of light dappling the camp clearing. Yewkit had decided that she was going to attempt to catch her first prey today. And as far as she was concerned no one was going to stop her.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
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Post by uniqcrim on Mar 5, 2022 20:54:45 GMT -5
Through the trees, the ancient she-cat had spotted a tiny little bundle racing around. For sure, it was a kit from the clan but she could not place their name... "Hold it! What are you up to all by yourself?" Blackenedfrost demanded. Ha! Back in her day no kit would have dared wander alone without the permission of a warrior or at least their mother. Tsk tsk how Winterclan was ncertainly going downhill each generation!
Post by MorteAutumnal on Apr 1, 2022 2:38:23 GMT -5
The little kit spun around with a look of pure challenge. "I'm going to catch prey for the clan!" I'll prove my worth even if ai have no mother. She added silently to herself. She had always been tenacious ever since she could start venturing out of the nursery. Some called it disrespectful, others saw a bold determination. It was an even split most days especially when she let loose her silver tongue, sharp as thorns in leaf bare.
(Sorry I'm so late. Ive been on night shift. Messes with my whole schedule)
