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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A light breeze rippled through the soft grass of the Rabbit Meadow, causing the green blades to bend and wave together under the bright, blue, cloud-spotted sky. Beneath the glowing sun, two she-cats strolled together through the field, the one in front brimming with confidence while the second cautiously but curiously followed close behind. The patrol leader, a young and slender with light-brown fur, paused mid-step for a moment to lean blissfully into the wind, letting out a content purr before glancing over her shoulder at her guest. "A lovely day for a territory tour," Mudthistle mewed with a friendly smile. "I'm actually kinda flattered you asked me to show you around. Didn't you say you have kin in Summerclan, Tinybreath? Why not ask one of them?"
The older black feline stopped when Mudthistle did, observing the near-endless grassland around her while patiently waiting for her guide to continue. She glanced back over when her companion addressed her, before responding with a vague shrug and a soft, nervous laugh. "Well, yes, I do already have kin here, but I really don't know any of them that well. You're a Redguard member, so I thought you'd be more reliable and knowledgable. Besides, you said Greythorn raised you; that technically makes us related, doesn't it?"
Mudthistle went quiet as she thought about it, before letting out a laugh herself. "Yeah, I suppose it does."
An orange pelt could be spotted in a parted area of the grasses. Upon further observation one would see that it was the young leader, Gardeniastar. It seemed that she had fallen asleep once more in the field. Which was not the first time this had happened, either. She seemed oddly peaceful, and was even snoring just a little.
