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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Chestnutpaw stepped out of the Ancient's den, sighing softly as she glanced out across the bustling Winterclan camp. With this, the young Pupil had completed her chores for the day. The she-cat's large, pale green eyes glanced up to the skies, noting the falling sun. There was still some time of daylight left in the day to enjoy. Her mind leaned into the most logical option, take advantage of the time and get a great nap to recoup energy and sleep, but like always, her heart ached for more.
A flash of movement and squeals caught the speckled she-cat's attention. Just some ways away, a pair of kits play fought, rolling and pinning each other with playful but intense motives. The sight brought a smile to Chestnutpaw's expression and she couldn't help but reminisce of her own past. It wasn't too long ago she was a small, runt of a kit trying to keep up with the others. The reminder made the pupil's smile fade slightly. Since beginning her training to be the next Witch, she had taken all her time to learn the ways, herbal remedies, routine, etc. but compare to her other peers, she was small and weak. Her skills in self defense were non existent. A huge part of her had faith that she would never be put in a situation where she would have to fight for her clan, but there was a small, tiny inch that knew she wanted to learn more.
Wildarctic made one of his rare appearances in camp, mostly to pilfer some herbs from the witch. One of his lovelies caught a cold and he could not bare to part with them yet. So instead of releasing them or even killing them, he was going to help them. Of course if he hadn’t stole them in the first place this would not be a problem but they had been left all alone on an enclosed patio. It was within the code as well, it was just a little kitten who couldn’t have fed themselves. Overall he was being a really good person rescuing the kit.
Side stepping around the tumbling kits, he set his blue eyes on the witch’s den. It so far seemed empty. It would be hard to explain why he needed things without exposing his hidden treasures. Of course he nearly ran into Chesnutpaw as she stepped out of the Ancient’s den.
"Oh!" The surprise was blantant in the small, speckled she-cat. Having been so deep in her thoughts, she almost ran into the blinding white tom, barley missing him by a hair length. She jump back slightly, her hair standing high at its end in surprise, but they fell as she realized who she had almost ran into " Oh Wildartic, I'm sorry." She sighed, exhaling heavily in attempt to calm her racing heart. "I just got so lost in my thoughts, I didn't see you walking by!" She realized she was being very candid and cleared her throat with embarrassment. Sometimes she talked to much and this was one of those moments. It was a blessing and a curse.
