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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Eveningkit wanted to play, she wanted adventure, but she couldn't have it. The first month her family had been ion SpringClan, the young she-cat had been confined to the medicine cat den. Her front left leg was missing due a dog attack before they arrived. The dilute calico was still smiling though. She found gossip and talking just as enjoyable as playing even though she couldn't join them just yet.
There was a quiet shuffle outside of the den when a tiny head peeked in. Frostedkit's bright, ice blue eyes looked at her sister, and when she saw that Eveningkit was not in pain, or asleep, she slipped into the den with a smile and trotted over to the nest-side. The primary white she-kit sat down, wrapping her dark, gray tipped tail around little paws. "How are you feeling today, Eveningkit?" She asked, licking her sister's shoulder affectionately.
(So sorry! I've been trying to get things ready both for school and vacation. And I'll be gone till next week, just a heads up!)
"Great!" The poor she-kit smiled, a grin as bright as the morning sun. Oh, how she wished to just play! To move! "Tell me about camp. Is it as loud as it sounds?" Eveningkit could only hear the world outside of teh nursery. And she'd been asleep when she'd been moved here from the medicine cat den, preventing her from even knowing what camp looked like.
"It is kinda loud," Frostedkit giggled, sitting beside her sister and wrapping her little tail as far around her paws as it would go, just as she had seen her mother do. "The warriors never stop talking unless they have prey shoved in their mouths," she licked her chest and glanced around, hoping no one had heard her comment.
