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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Marchosais E'tan hummed a jaunty tune as he leapt up onto the gravestone near the crypt, using it as a vantage point for a moment to scan the grounds, looking for any that might be around the dreary building. But not many would go near it unless they had to, the atmosphere suffocating; a warning that Marchosais E'tan ignored. Leaping from the marker he bounced up the few stone steps and pushed the door hanging by one hinge aside to slip into the cold stone building.
No warmth existed inside, light was nonexistent, it's own personal hell now under control of the league. His laugh bounced off the walls as he headed towards the stairs, and down into the depths of the abyss. Pushing the stones blocking the door aside to slip inside the cobblestone cellar that held old coffins and looted graves. "Are you still awake?" He called surveying the lump curled up in one of the corners. Where he had dumped her after their last session. "Your successor denied my plan; can you believe it? I was so upset. I'm not now of-course; not now that I get to play with you!"
