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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He found himself watching tiny snowflakes fall to the ground. Probably an ode to Winter; a last hoorah to the cold and bitter nights. The smoky gray tom positioned himself comfortably under the shade of a tree. Small bits of the cold, water like substance clung to his rugged pelt, a chill settling in his bones. His thoughts were, as usual, occupied by his usual dismal woes and problems alike. The once fully named Elder placed his head on his paws and closed his two amber eyes. Perhaps he could nap. Even if it was cold, he really needed to not think. Sleeping was better than thinking.
Though, it proved harder than he thought to truly beat the shadows licking at his mind as he wandered back to the subject of his current status. He knew Mistyveil had asked him for a reason; the now WinterClan Pupil had been shocked she had asked in the first place. Sure, Shadowpaw had a hunger for helping his Clanmates. But he also knew that he was weak; frail. The very reason why he had been promoted to Elder after he failed his Apprentice training. His heart squeezed and he let out a long sigh. StarClan, he would definitely much rather be doing anything else than sitting here and moping today.
