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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Beestripe had news to share, and he was so excited. The dark striped tom moved into SpringClan's territory and he breathed in the familiar scent joyfully. Oh wow it was good to be home, though he supposed this was no longer home. Still, he was happy. Beestripe was on a mission to find his old mentor. He just hoped that the tom was still alive. It had been a long time.
The soft crunching of grass was like a symphony to the Leader's ears. His tattered ear flickered once as it caught the sounds of a near by critter scurrying in the under bush in the distance, yet the Leader remained calm. Springclan had been thriving despite the growing, uncomfortable heat. Prey was plentiful in the season leaving the clan more than well fed. Springclan was even thriving in more able bodies as new apprentices were starting their training and other's nearing their end. Two litter of kits were on their way to fill the nursery and camp again with high energy. Thistlestar couldn't ask for a better season.
He stepped deeper into the forest, his steps still careful despite his carefree stroll. The peace didn't last too long though as a unfamiliar scent and distant sounds caught the leader's full attention. His body reacted accordingly; he dropped low to the ground, finding the cover of near by bushes to target the sounds. It was a cat, most definitely, but it's scent was... unfamiliar yet strangely familiar at the same time. Confusion attempted to flood the leader's mind, but he shoved past the distracting emotions and focused ahead, his deep green eyes locking into the direction of the sound and scent as the scent grew stronger and stronger. They were coming...
He pulled back in surprise as he came across the familiar face. Of course he should have expected to see someone in the territory before he reached the camp. "Thistlemask!" called Beestripe after the memory settled in his head right. His tail flicked in excitement and he bounded forward toward his old friend.
