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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A plump rabbit dangled from Fayettes maw as he hummed a tune on his way into camp. The days had been increasingly hotter the closer greenleaf came, forcing Fayette to scan the camp for anything shady. The large brown tabby sighed when the only shade he could find was the size of a mouse. Must the world be so cruel? All well. Fayette circled for a moment in place before sitting and wrapping a tail around his paws.
"Hello," the owner of the low purr slid up beside Fayette's shoulder a moment later. Long lean legs holding a slim tom cloaked in short black fur, pure white toes bringing attention to sharp claws as they kneaded the dirt. A sharp muzzle parted widely in a yawn as the tom seemed to work on awakening from the sleep he must have only recently fled. Tybalt was not a veteran of the rouge group like Fayette was; but he considered the other to have any unfair advantage. They could not all be born into the group; in fact Tybalt was rather sure only Fayette and his siblings were the only adult rouges within the group who were born among their numbers.
He couldn't say he envied them; growing up under Cicero seemed rather traumatizing. Especially growing up with a Cicero before Ambrose. "Want to share?" He cooed, oping to woe the other with his cuteness, blinking intense golden eyes hued with amber towards the other.
He sighed. "Oh, Tybalt~ Don't we have enough prey in the fresh-kill pile over yonder?" He hummed with a lazy flick of his tail. His gaze of fire matching the other toms. "If you must. Take a seat~ pop a squat! Though, I do hope that you can return the favor someday, hmm?" He raised a brow.
"Rabbit is preffered, though I will accept mice and shrew as well~"
