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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A pretty, ginger she-cat yawned gently from her sleep, her amber eyes blinking slow as she emerged carefully from the warriors den. She let out a low moan as she stretched her stiff joints and limbs. Crimsoncrown's gaze shifted naturally towards the direction of the apprentice den only for her shoulder to droop slowly with the sad realization of the truth. Her only son would not make an appearance today. Despite the crippling worry that grew within the warrior, her regal expression remained calm and unreadable.
She padded across the clan camp, giving her chest fur a few licks as she did so. No matter her state of mind, she knew that appearances had to be kept. It was one of the most important lessons she learned from her own mother. The ginger she-cat glanced at the fresh kill pile and sighed. It wasn't quiet full but she'd go hunting later an restock it. It was the perfect excuse to leave the camp and get away from the memories of her son not being there. She leaned down and took a plump mouse, settling down in a small hollow to eat it. Despite the delicious taste of meat on her hungry taste buds, her mind couldn't help but wonder to Opalpaw. How was he doing? Was he safe? Was he making sure he was maintaining his manners? The questions continued to haunt the she-cat, leaving her to messily eat through her mouse.