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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11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
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A dark shadow slipped from the nursery, the shadows eating as their form. Distinguishable simply due to their movements among the dark dusk shadows. A gray fog seemed to cover the camp, color being drained from it with the days coming departure. Amber eyes ringed with gold emitted and eerie glow, unwavering as the owner held themselves perfectly still. Perhaps hoping to avoid notice. Perhaps wishing to spend the night out alone in the clearing compared to being trapped among the den with the small new lives.
She felt uncomfortable around such fragile flames. Their lights would be so easily snuffed out; extinguished with one wrong movement even. Thestralkit was young but she was wise enough to have noticed death followed her. It made her wonder; was she perhaps a mistake in the universe. And the deaths that plagued her were simply due to the universe trying to bring things back into balance. These were not thoughts she spoke out loud; but they bounced around her brain. Dragged her down in these dreary quiet moments.
If Thestral was the moon and stars, Pygmy was the sun and heat. They were opposites in every way; where the melancholy she-cat was plagued by thoughts of death, the munchkin had no idea about such woes, instead focusing on the way her pelt ruffled in the breeze or the tickle of the grass against her paws. She had been roused from her nest by the shifting form of the feline now sitting as stiff as a board outside the den and, believing she was needed, she quickly set to work doing what she did best: being obnoxious. She threw herself down in front of her and started rolling around, her small white and blonde form picking up dust quickly. "Thestral!" She cooed in a high voice, a slight lisp to certain vowels. "Play with me!"
