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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Razzle walked on tiny legs through the streets, looking around for her mother. She had gotten up yesterday while Razzle was sleeping but for some reason, the she-kit's mother had never returned. A loud grumble sounded, and the little blue kitten looked down at her stomach in annoyance. Where was her mother? She was hungry! It didn't occur to her that she should remain in the safe spot her mother had left her in, so Razzle found herself walking out in the open. The city smells mixed together and she didn't catch the scent of a cat nearby.
@turtlenoir ? didn't u say you had a cat who could help
Yes c: I did / pretend that I’ve posted the adoption thread for Freya’s wards before replying to this cx
That day she took a break from her duties to the Ambassador district. She had visited the junk yard kittens before setting out to hunt. She had many orphaned kittens in her care at the current moment. Each was another mouth to feed and each were not ready yet to be brought to the main League camp to become a Trainee. The search for food was currently failing. She hadn’t seen a single bird nor squirrel. Her paws carried her further into the city looking for food. She rounded the corner and started to walk down another street when she was met with the sight of a lone kitten walking out in the open. Freya’s pawsteps quicken as she approached the kitten. “Are you lost?” She called out as she approached slowly.
The blue she-kit looked up from where she'd been trotting down the path. At first Razzle felt her fur bristle at the smell of an unfamiliar and new cat, but when she smelled that it was a she-cat and picked up scents that reminded her of herself, the kitten settled. She did slow though nearly to a stop, taking only hesitant steps forward. "No," Razzle answered. "I'm not lost. I'm just hungry so I'm trying to find my mother. Have you seen her?"
