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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The dark-furred tabby feline had been tracking this mouse for what seemed like an eternity. She had followed it's dung, pawprints and scent for around ten minutes now, but to her, it felt longer. Her stomach growled violently as she crouched to the ground, her claws unsheathing as she watched her prey with a look of determination apparent in her pale amber eyes. She had finally found him. With a soft growl resounding deep within her chest, the small she-kit leapt out at the mouse. Luckily for the mouse, it anticipated the feline's attack, and unluckily for said feline, she went diving right over the side of a small cliff.
"Woah-" She began, coming down onto her right paw quite harshly. A loud crack bounced off the trees and echoed back to her as she landed, and with a yowl of pain, she barreled over herself and landed with a smack to the ground. "Ow, ow, ow!" She cried out, an agonizing burn shooting from her paw up her leg. She tried standing back up and put some weight on her paw, but a sob left her lips as she stumbled and went falling back onto the ground.
The lean ginger tom was hurrying back to his territory after the long journey to visit SummerClan— for business, of course, but still he wasn’t keen on his clanmates questioning him about it. He skimmed the edge of the river and plunged deeper into his territory, his surroundings becoming more familiar and comforting with each step as the drooping cypress shielded him from light. He was ready to get home to his empty nest and take a nap— and then he heard a cry.
Cursing internally, berating himself for the flash of relief he felt that he couldn’t go home yet, he turned quickly and headed toward the noise. He leaped along the small cliff, landed strong, and looked to see a cat he didn’t recognize. His brow furrowed at the young stranger, but he shifted closer to her and glanced about warily for any predators that might have heard her.
Her first instinct was to curl up in a ball and pretend she wasn't here when she scented the other feline. But, she knew better than that. That would get her nowhere. So instead, when the tom appeared and before he could say anything, the kit rolled onto her stomach and let out a warning hiss, her hackles raising along with said hiss. Who knows what this cat wanted, or what he was capable of doing; in this cat eat cat world, she needed to protect herself, no matter the cost.
When he asked if she was hurt, though, she let down her guard only a little, enough to show him her hurt paw. "I... I can't walk..." She explained, her voice shaking and full of hurt.
He tilted his head slightly at her hiss but said nothing for a moment after she spoke, studying her with a curious look. His face was angled away from her, concealing his right side that was marred by vicious scars that might only scare the young cat more. He wasn't afraid of a cat so small, he could subdue her if needed, but he preferred to avoid violence when possible. He'd lost his taste many moons ago after losing one too many battles.
Chimerastar was no medicine cat, but he could guess from her extended paw that she might not walk this off too quickly. He frowned, his brown furrowing in thought. "Well, I could carry you," he stated, "if you have somewhere to go. Or to my medicine cat, if you don't." The warrior code forbid leaving kits to be harmed, so even if he wasn't thrilled by the idea of helping this stranger, he didn't have much of a choice.
