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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Dappledpaw curled her tail around her paws as she sat down on some grass in the camp. She had just woken up and didn't know what to do. So she sat watching uncertainty filled her eyes. She saw the pile of food, but didn't want to take anything without earning it first. She sighed and laid down resting her head between her two front paws.
Skypaw slipped out of the cavern that was the apprentice den, the blind apprentice's ears twitched towards Dappledpaw. "You know if you're hungry you should eat." The gray tabby noted, voice a bit dull. Since her mother... or... adopted mother she supposed. She couldn't think of Soaringstar as having been her kidnapper and she wanted desperately to believe that the cat she'd called mother, had truly received her birth mother's blessing from StarClan.
Though Skypaw lamented not meeting Springlockedgrave ever. She wondered what she would've been like. What growing up in BrookClan would've been like. Would it have been kind of like NightClan, and Springlockedgrave easily falling into the same motions as Soaringstar had?
"You're a brand new apprentice, do you know how to hunt?" Skypaw asked, turning her head towards her, her cloudy blue eyes not focused on Dappledpaw at all.
