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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Faith Frostpaw climbed down the hill by herself, getting dangerously close to the egde of their brand new territory. Her mother had warned her not to go around here as there was still some rogue and loner sightings, begging her to bring a Knight for at least a little protection. The young molly just rolled her eyes like always, pretended that she couldn't understand, and went about her business. She didn't appreciate others telling her what to do very much- especially when she could barely even hear.
However, if there was one sense of hers that was strong, it was her sense of touch. The smallest changes in the world around her she could feel in her paws, the vibrations made on the ground going up and down her body in a frenzy. Her nose flared with something foreign and strange, head whirling around to find the source. Times like these is where it really helped to be deaf; as her senses hightened even more in a panic.
Nikkopaw was standing below her, he was a newly made apprentice that hadn't shown up to his classes once. He seemed to spend his time sleeping, eating, and finding herbs to make thick eyeliner around the rims of his glacier hue eyes. Mistyveil's kits were always easy to spot and he wasn't an exception. He had his mothers russian blue fur, white as snow legs and tip of his tail with wolfish looking white cheeks and chest fur. More distinctly were his ears with tufts of at the tips of them resembling his father. He seemed to have acquired his parents laid back nature as he clearly hadn't been given any permission to be here and likely ,new his parents weren't going to scold him.
