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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“Pennypacker, what am I suppose to do?” Matchakit groaned, flopping onto her belly and rolling over onto her back, her eyes fixed on her best friend. Pennypacker was, strangely, a dusty brown mouse, chewing away at the berries she had previously placed in front of her. The mouse looked up at her with her beady eyes, twitching its nose. “Don’t give me that look!” Matchakit rolled back over, no bother to shake the dirt that had collected on her messy light gray coat. “Maybe I should talk to someone, not that I don’t love you and all, but because I need to branch out more.” Sighing, the she-kit got to her paws, holding one out to let Pennypacker crawl atop her head.
Making her way back from where she lay near the edge of camp, Matchakit stared at her moving paws, not bothering to look where she was going. Before she knew it she had hit a smaller body and stumbled back, caught a little off guard. “Hey, y’mind watching next time?” She snapped, staring down at the kit she vaguely knew as Littlekit.
PLOT IDEA Littlekit and Matchakit either become best friends or enemies.
ROLEPLAYSLittlekit had just woken up and was drowsy from her nap. She stretched and rose out of her nest and into camp. She headed to the fresh-kill pile and accidentally bumped into Matchakit on accident. She fell onto her side and looked up to see who she had crashed into. "Sorry." She said a little cranky voice. "I wasn't paying attention. " She said as she let out a yawn, and shook her head trying to wake herself up. She rose to a sitting position and began to smooth her ruffled fur out.
“Well maybe you should.” Matchakit huffed, feeling Pennypacker crawl onto her little shoulders. “You’re Littlekit, yeah? Who would name their kit ‘little,’ that’s kinda dumb.” Feeling an awkward prick across her fur, she laughed nervously. “But seriously, watch out.” Shaking out her light gray pelt, slightly annoyed, Matchakit strode past the other she-kit. “If you didn’t know, I’m Matchakit. And this,” directing to the little mouse on her shoulders, “is Pennypacker.”
