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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An average orange tabby cat stalked through the wheat fields. A humble field mouse was the felines quarry. It was as silent as it could be, with the occasional rustle of wind through the stocks. Breath in, breath out, then slide a little closer. One more step, and Scrawnyfur would have his prize. Snap! A dry piece of wheat stock crumpled under the toms pink pads. The tan coloured rodent's tail shot up and it rushed for it's nearby bunker. "Fox-dung!" The flame coloured feline hissed as he gave chase. Scrawnyfur skidded to a halt once he saw the mouse's tail tip vanish into the dirt. The low class Warrior sighed, this was why he wasn't even a Peacekeeper. Scrawnyfur turned away and started to sniff around for his next hunt.
"Aw hey, that's alright, it was a good try," Sweetiepeach encouraged coming up to Scrawnyfur's side, "If you want I can give you some tips and tricks, it was pretty hard for me when I first started hunting in DayClan."
Sweetiepeach was a shroud of shadowy black curls, lying sleek and elegant as the dark side of the moon over her towering fox figured body. She was intimidating, yet alluring all at once from her icy white bengal legs shining like moonlight in the dark backdrop of her ebony fur. But her eyes were like a dragons, copper in the center and amber around the rims. She had traveled around most of her childhood and while in the league she had been treated as low class and forced out of Primal Instinct due to her heritage. Being in DayClan made her feel safe and confident again, but she could sympathize with Scrawnyfur.
Scrawnyfur gave the she-cat a small smile. He had been born and raised in DayClan. If his mentor couldn't have taught him how to hunt, then the ginger tom doubted that Sweetiepeach would have much luck. Yet the tomcat still nodded, "I would like that, thank you."
"So usually I like to think about what competition we're up against which in this particular part of our territory is probably any number birds of prey. Which means our prey are very sensitive to sound and the shifts in wind, but not so much scent. So the real key is just staying low in the grass with your tail down. You just stalk up quietly and you can get pretty close to them before pouncing, just a pro tip," Sweetiepeach said with a teasing purr, "But if you're tired we can relax?"
