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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"Let all who's able to catch their own prey come 'ere for a clan meetin'!"
Ratstar glanced up at the flawlessly blue sky for a moment as the rest of Summerclan gathered around him. The warm and beautiful weather of Greenleaf had fully enveloped the territories now, and every day was beginning to look brighter. There weren't all too many promotions this time around - frankly Poppypaw should've been promoted moons ago - but an apprentice and three new warriors were more than enough excuse for the clan to celebrate the good fortune of the season.
(Yes, I'm aware I'm criminally late. Sorry, folks! Remember, mentor/apprentices should message each other about training threads, as they aren't required for promotions.)
Poppymask? That wasn't cute at all. She was expecting to be named something in line with her being a Garden Keeper, like Poppyblossom, or after her charming personality, like Poppydelight. But Poppymask? She never hid anything, but, to be fair, it did match her markings. Auburn stripes framed those bondi blue eyes of hers making them seem even brighter than they alright were. She gave Ratstar a slow blink which could be interpreted a number of ways, but what she meant to communicate was that she wasn't happy with her name but had already forgiven him for it.
Alabasterkit watched the ceremonies with curiosity. These were the first he had seen since joining the Clan a few moons ago and was rather fascinated by the proceedings. In no time at all he would be Alabasterpaw, but the thought actually made him nervous. The families of those promoted were cheering them on but he wouldn't have anyone like that for him. He sighed and wrapped his tail around his paws. It would be okay. He would just have to be a good enough Warrior that the whole clan would celebrate him.
