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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11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
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Bought a beat up six string, in a secondhand store Didn't know how to play it, but he knew for sure That one guitar, felt good in his hands Didn't take long, to understand Just one guitar, slung way down low Was a one way ticket, only one way to go So he started rockin', ain't never gonna stop Gotta keep on rockin', someday gonna make it to the top!
Thump. Thumpity-thump-thump. Thump thump!
The white tom with a black eye mask and green eyes banged his head as the drummer, Teiveil, took his sticks in paw and slammed them against the rocks stationed in front of him. A grin was spreading across his face – it had been too long since their last practice – as his friend on his right, Azazel, began to shred on his cobweb-and-stick guitar.
"Aaaand- done!"
They all sat back to rest, laughter bubbling up in all of them. They had yet to land a gig, but that was okay; it'd change soon. Sagitta knew it, he could feel it in his bones. They'd make it big.
"Man, it's been too long." He shook his head with a soft chuckle. "I missed you guys. Though your playing was mousedung, man," he looked over at Valdis, "what's up with that?"
His laughter died away. A claw carefully ran down one of the cobweb strings. He was over protective of the cobweb-and-stick guitar. His father an alley cat had showed him how to make it when he was younger. It was old and had a tendency to break, but he still painstaking put it back together. He brought his face closer to where the cobwebs were attached. His eyes narrowed he could have sworn one of the cobweb strings looked like it was fraying.
