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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Lightdawn skulked out of the warrior’s den, if you could call it that. If there was anything he hated more than the constant traveling he and his family were subjected to it was mornings. The striped warrior did his best to keep the scowl off his face as he made his way over to the fresh-kill pile in search of something that looked appealing but, nothing did this early in the morning. His yellow eyes were dull and still filled with sleep as he shifted through the sad pile.
"Goood morning~!" The cheerful, sing-song voice broke the cold silence as Sliprabbit suddenly appeared - seemingly out of thin air - at Lightdawn's side; the fluffy silver tabby looking as bright-eyed and busy-tailed as she always did. It was either a cruel joke or a miracle that a cat so happy-go-lucky could possibly be related to Chimerastar, and yet here she was, living proof of Starclan's sense of humor. Still smiling, she leaned down and daintily sniffed at a couple of the pickings on the fresh-kill pile, before finally deciding on a fish with particularly bright scales. "Mind if I sit with you, Lightdawn?" She asked with a friendly tilt of her head. "There aren't many cats who get up this early."
