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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She knew eyes were on her quite often. Whispering that she was not quite ready for such a large job. The job of carrying a clan was not easy, especially with a cat as young and inexperienced as Gardeniastar was. She was trying, despite the boulder that seemed to sit between her shoulder blades.
As she walked through the forest, she tried to breathe as deep as she could. For the moment, she was alone. For how long, she was unsure. Leaders never seemed to be left alone! Always making choices and having to make big decisions...
"Penny for your thoughts, miss?" meowed a Russian blue tom with baby blues. He seemed as if he had appeared out of nowhere, and maybe he did. He was good at that, appearing and disappearing in relatively thin air. It was in his blood, it felt like. His tone was gentle, the kind of tone that would be encouraging. It was low and had a bit of a southern drawl to it, as if it could be expected that he would tip a hat and wear nothing but work jeans and boots. But, alas, he was a cat, so instead, he just looked at her with feined concern. "You look upset."
Gardeniastar couldn’t help but jolt at the sudden voice that broke through the thoughts. Her green eyes locked with the tom, and she halted in her walk. “Who are you?” It was an instant question, but she found it hard to blunt anything else out. Her ears angled forward, whiskers twitching almost uneasily.
