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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The large, gray furred tom shook the remaining rubble from his pelt, which was dusty from having been rolling in the dirt. The sun was abnormally hot today; which meant good tidings for prey. However, it also made the long furred tom incredibly uncomfortable. The dusty dirt helped cool his dark pelt down just a bit, in any way. Sitting, Hiddencrest scanned the terrain with his pale yellow eyes. There was a grassy hillside just barley in eyes view, sloping down towards SpringClan. It was a popular breeding ground for Rabbits — and an especially plump delicacy for the Clan.
He'd arranged for his patrol to meet him here around Sunhigh; which it was just about. They should be appearing at any moment now. Twisting around for a better view, he scanned the territory once again, before his ears flicked forward and picked up the sounds of an approaching cat. Standing, he readied himself to greet his patrol Members and get to business.
Marshflower padded up on soft paws, fur groomed to perfection. The she-cat having undertaken the task to kill some time before coming out to the patrol, not feeling truly motivated to be there at all. But knowing better than to simply not show up; her sister would never let her hear the end of it. "Hello Hiddencrest." She purred with a small grin, bright blue eyes bright as she alighted on the large tom. He was nice to look at and it had been a long time since her last fling. Perhaps this patrol would be more worthwhile than assumed.
