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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The air was crisp with the scent of recent rain and the crickets began their evening dedication as the golden hue of approaching dusk tinted the Sweet Sable Wood. A lone shape sat upright in one of the trees, looking out at the thunderstorm that had passed through the territory earlier that day, eyes following the occasional lines of lightning that snaked down towards the ground.
The storm had caught him while he was far from camp, and he was forced to take cover until the rain started to ease up and dusk was falling. The medicine cat seized his herbs and made a break for it, hurrying through the woods back toward camp and flinching at each thunderous boom that accompanied the lightning. One bright flash illuminated a cat in the tree above him and Brakewings slowed to a halt, peering up at her.
"Mrrp?!" Went the stranger, a bell tinkling out as she regained her balance. Upon her eyes settling on the new arrival however, a purr rippled from her throat and she clambered down. As she emerged from the shadows of the canopy, it became clear she was hardly apprentice age. Silver and gold chased each other across her pelt, and her eyes glittered an unusual dark blue with little explosions of yellow peeking out from behind her pupils. "Hello! I'm sorry to bother you, but are you from DayClan?"
What was that strange noise? He had never heard a bell before and squinted up at her in confusion. As she emerged from the tree his frown only grew deeper.
"Yes, I am," he replied cautiously. "This is DayClan land. I'm Brakewings, the medicine cat."
