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 lean ginger tom curled up on the thick layer of moss covering the rocks at the top of the waterfall and lay his chin down on the wet stone, staring over the edge. He was alone, in one of the rare moods where he felt more hollow than anything -- not upset, barely stressed, just a heavy calm before the storm. His half gaze traced the flashes of color in the territory below of his clanmates, catching hints of ginger and brown and blue pelts as his clan went about their duties, and he absently watched them from his perch alone above the world.
Chim chuckled, then, a rough and forced sound. "What a sorry sight you must be," he muttered to himself. He grimaced, enjoying the peace of being alone, before he grunted and shoved himself back onto his paws. Even he could only wallow for so long before he admitted how ridiculous and pointless it felt.
"Not the worst I've seen." A voice answered his quiet monologue, sharp and standoffish, though less hostile than it would have been before the sickness hit. Rustyheart didn't make it a habit to hang around others much, even her family, though she had her reasons. Even so, she'd found she could understand her older brother somewhat. She understood his desire to be left alone, to push away everyone who meant anything to him. They weren't the same, not by far, yet she couldn't deny that if nothing else she respected him for daring to stay during the ripplecough outbreak, believed that Violetstar had been wise to give him the chance and make him deputy. Not that she'd explicitly said so, outside of the day of his promotion.
"Yeah? You need to find better friends, Rustyheart." Chim glanced back at her, wary. He had never spent much time with his younger siblings, and yet she had stuck up for him when nobody else would. He appreciated that even if he didn't fully understand why: he certainly would not have picked himself for the next deputy. Someone sensible and strong like Riverwolf would have been his first choice, though the tom made his fur crawl. He turned fully to face her and tilted his head slightly. "'Suppose I should be grateful you found me and not someone else."
