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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@peepingpeeper Specklepaw was so close to becoming a true soldier. He was already of warrior age, now he was just counting the days until the next ceremonies for him to be officially given a name and a true place in WinterClan with his brother Blackpaw. There was just one problem in his way now: the untreated wound that he had gotten during the SpringClan fiasco. A large gash cut through his shoulder down to his foreleg. It had given him a slight limp, yet thankfully had not taken away his abilities to run and jump and all around be a contributing member of society. However, the wound was barely scarring, and he was growing concerns on whether or not it would ever actually heal. This is what brought him to the Witches den. While he knew that Mistyveil was on business in DayClan- being that he watched her leave with all her kits in tow- he went to look for the new Pupil, Cinnamonpaw.
Cinnamonpaw had resigned himself to looking over the herbs while Mistyviel was out. His ears twitched at the sound of a new arrival and he swiveled where he sat to face them. Specklepaw. "Hello Specklepaw! How can I help you?" He dipped his head respectfully. "Oh, I see." Cinnamonpaw caught sight of the gash along the tom's leg, his ears lowering. How had he not noticed? He walked up to Specklepaw and gave it a sniff. It wasn't infected. Good.
"How long have you had this? Did you get any sort of treatment before?" He worried, a bit, if he had enough knowledge to do anything. He had learned and gathered a few tips, of course.
