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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Midnightkit sat just being the estate doors, tail curled around her paws and eyes skyward. It was the hour of her naming and the moon hung above her like a vicious taunt. Outside the confines of her kithood cats were going about their daily tasks, somewhere beyong even that the mundane kits must have been playing in their nests. It felt odd to think about those cats living such a different life than hers;to wonder what they dreamed of what they thought about.
It wasn't often she was introspective, infact she was often the opposite. But something about the full moon always seemed to bring a tranquility to camp and she could no say she herself was unaffected.
Constellationkit roamed the Lunar Estate halls like he owned the place. Being the son of the Commissioner meant the kit got away with more than most. No one questioned Constellationkit’s white fur being stained with a varieties of different colors or the tom slapping various colors of mashed berries on the side of pillars in the Courtyard. So when the kit was setting off on another adventure to cause trouble he never expected to find a road block in the form of Midnightkit peer out at the sky. “Something interesting out there?”
"The stars?" She countered, quick as a whip as she turned her head and smiled widely at him. Constellationkit was identifiable by site, paws often stained, and a strut that one could only carry at such a young age from the absurdness of knowing your parents would back you up no matter what. Her blue eyes were bright and she peered towards him in question, a little taken aback even that he hadn't already vanished from he estate on some ill-thought adventure. "Why are you coming out here? I thought you'd have already been long gone or thoroughly entertained by this point in the night."
