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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Greenleaf was coming to an end; the leaves on some of the trees were starting to turn red, there was the smell of sweet chimney smoke on the breeze from twolegplace and the witch’s house, and a chilly breeze was blowing through the wildflower meadow. Doestar loved leaf-fall — the frosted breath on the misty mornings, the cozy vibes, the spooky aesthetic of it all; he couldn’t wait. He thought about Colin, sometimes, at the ever-increasing mentions of the necessity of rationing food and the importance of snow safety, and it always made him smile; he’d missed him for a long time, imagined what he’d say to him if he ever saw him again, played out conversations of telling him he’d finally ammounted to something and the stress of it all was going to kill him. Now that he had Chim, the memory of Colin was far less lovesick and more fond nostalgia; he’d been there for him in an otherwise dark time, and he’d always love him for it, even if it wasn’t the type of love he’d once wanted to give him.
Humming softly to himself, he noticed a field mouse nibbling at a golden stalk of dry grass and dropped instinctively into a hunting crouch, ears pressing back against his head. He lifted a paw to creep closer — when a familiar scent drifted towards him on the breeze. He sat back up, ignoring the mouse as it squealed and scrambled away, and looked around with his ears pricked high and a soft frown on his face. What crazy, crazy timing that would be if...
"Something on your mind?" came a familiar voice. Colin padded up behind the tom and gave him a vague, lopsided smile - the most he was prepared to manage at any given time. His eyes focused on one of the trees in the distance, eyeing a faraway leaf as the wind severed it from its branch and sent it floating lazily to the ground. Brown, almost ruddy in colour, instead of the vibrant green it would have been in the summer. He almost wished he could have been there to see them in green-leaf, in all their assured beauty. Still, the seasons would always change exactly when Colin didn't want them to. Impossible to truly stop, yet he often tried to anyway.
"I hear you're leader now. That's a very big accomplishment," he added, dipping his head. Truth be told, that was half the reason he was here - his old friend becoming leader seemed both a natural evolution, and yet it felt...incongruent with the tom he used to know. He let the barest hint of a frown slip through on his features; just how similar would this cat be to the tom he used to know? How different?
