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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I've had a stable life up until today. The two-legs provided me with a warm place to live, fresh kibble every morning, and daily pets after I woke them up from a sound sleep. Life was grand. Well, really, it still was grand, but adventure hung in the air and I was ready to move on from the cozy life that Daniel had proved me with. Sure, I'd miss him, but the rumors of the wild cats living nearby was too tantalizing to ignore. I even heard they ate other animals they killed. Can you believe it? My paws carry me over the Moonclan border and into the embrace of the wild.
This is getting pretty spooky. I think to myself as an owl hoots nearby. My pelt bristles up, but settles down once the bird pokes it's head through the leaves. My face is now hot with embarrassment, but I push on. The curiosity of the wild clans outweighing the potential danger running into one of them posed.
(Future roleplay partner: If you prefer third person please let me know. I am better at first person but I can try to adjust and adapt.)
Lavenderpaw shook out her grey-white pelt as she picked up a marigold leaf and wrapped in the leaf wrap that laid by her front paws. The young medicine cat had been busy all morning gathering herbs to store up the dwindling store in the medicine cat den. Lavenderpaw flicked her ears back as she listened to the rustling of the leaves. A sudden scent of a cat she didn't know, wavered towards her nose. She lashed her tail and silently muttered. "Great Moon God" under her breath. She buried her herbs and began to track the intruder, going upwind of him, so he couldn't pick up her scent.
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