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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Dewsun had wondered off. He cared not where he went nor who saw him. The tom was floating among the trees, eyes searching for someone anyone to admire him. His vanity deserved the attention and the stroke to his ego could always help. What Tom didn’t need the boost? Surely not him. He was perfect. The tom merely needed to show that to others and to help them to realize the truth; that they were imperfect.
Mandarinfeather knew he was rather imperfect. He wasn't a very good hunter or fighter and his whole life was dedicated to delaying the moment his new clan realized that, because he had nowhere else to go. His family was dead other than his sister and even with three legs she was braver and better than he was. The orange and white tom sighed deeply, stopping between the trees to take a breath. He couldn't focus on all that or he would start to panic, but every time he was left alone that was all he could think of. His poor family. How was he the one left?
Finally he spotted a bird and fell into a crouch, sliding after it, but it quickly decided the ground was not worth its investigation and fluttered off to the sky. Mandarinfeather cried out in dismay as he straightened up and watched it go, sweeping low over Dewsun's head before it flew toward a branch.
Dewsun's ears perked up at the sound of another nearby. Just who could it be? His eyes caught sight of the other tom, and deflated. Mandarinfeather. Of all cats, it was this tom. He was the one StarClan had blessed on this fine day to be Dewsun's admirer? Very well. Clearly, they didn't want to make this a challenge for him, how gracious of them.
He padded half-heartedly after the prey but it certainly was gone, so with his shoulders slumping he turned to look at the other tom. "Hi," he mumbled with a sigh, hoping his failure hadn't been witnessed.
“Whatever could have someone like you, before me of all cats, so upset?” He seemed good nature as was his charm. But even now, Dewsun was weaving in his own beauty to the conversation. Glancing over at the escaping prey he frowned, “surely it’s not that.”
His brow furrowed. That was a strange thing to say. "I don't understand," he said slowly, perplexed. "Are you trying to cheer me up? Or say you're the most upset cat here?"
“My dear, cats are never sad around me. I am to bright for them to be so. Why ever would I be sad then if taht is the case?” Dewsun was rolling his eyes, didn’t this cat know anything. He was the light of FallClan, his future bright and prosperous.
