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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Agamede, Senescence's daughter, well she liked to think of it sort of that way, wandered the city on her own. The she-cat was a face few ever dared to remember, she was quite surprised Funk even managed to think of promoting her. She faded into the background, and no one could ever quite remember who she was. Why this was, no one knew, but her strange scent, entirely unlike the League, as though the Isle still stuck to her fur, of water and sand, anything but the city.
Blue was finally starting to get familiar with this new city territory. It was eerily quiet for a twolegplace but overall quite pleasant and easy to navigate. Presently, Blue was not too far from the Church, but several blocks down, enjoying what she knew to be some of the last good weather of the season. The sun was shining brightly overhead, warming her dark pelt, and she yawned. She wanted to take a nap, but knew she had better catch herself some lunch first.
Blue rounded a corner and tasted the air, hoping to pick up on a mouse or vole, but instead noticed an unfamiliar scent. She tensed and stepped back, caught off guard to find an intruder so deep into League territory, and muttered quietly, "Seriously? Who is assigned to the border patrol right now?"
The small black she-cat peaked around the corner again and further analyzed the scent, setting her pale blue eyes on the alleged tress-passer. That pelt looked somewhat familiar.. and that scent, now that she was matching it to a face, did not seem totally foreign. Maybe it was an Absum Lux cat? The fragrance was not quite right, but Blue knew she had seen that cat before, which meant that they were, at the very least, not totally hostile.
"Good afternoon," She mewed, approaching Agamede with just a bit of caution, "I don't think we have had a chance to talk before... I'm Blue."
