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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Snakeshudder grunted. She landed on her left shoulder, biting back a growl of annoyance. There was a move she could clearly see in her mind, but it was as though her body was moving through a deep bog, and she just. Wasn't. Able- She dug her claws into the ground, pushing herself up and ignoring the pain that shot through her shoulder. She had been out here in the field for what felt like forever, trying to do this stupid move. But she wouldn't let up, oh no! Not now that she had gotten this far. Unfortunately all she had to show for this was a couple bruises; her body was going to remind her for this tomorrow.
Just as she was about to try again, her ears pricked and she whirled around, embarrassment heating her pelt. "I can hear you out there," she called out, but not before licking down a tuft of fur sticking out. There was a hint of an accusatory note in her voice, before she cleared her throat, pushing the annoyance aside. She hated being watched, especially when she was still working - why was it that others watched when she struggled during the process, not when it was perfect?
