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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Cadet Bram sat quietly, adjusting his small velvet top hat on top of his head as he waited for his brother, they were set to be training together today and the though of going out set his eyes ablaze, it was the top reason the young tom had become a scout cadet, knowing in doing so he would have more opportunity to leave the Regime camp and explore the other territories. Of course he had to bide his time since it was rare he was let loose on his own, he was patient though and knew before long his chance would come; perhaps even today would be the day, if only Jules would hurry up so they could get started. "Where is he?" The cadet grumbled, his accent thickening his words.
Jules was late, of course. The tom had to make sure his pelt was in perfect order, and as usual, was being rather dramatic about it. But, finally, he was prim and proper as could be, and he was soon waltzing up to Bram with all the fragile swagger he could muster, bearing a dashing grin that was certain to start whining at a moment's notice. "Aren't I just the most handsome tom, Bram?" He asked, strutting back and forth to show off his pelt for a moment.
As Jules came strutting up a smirk appeared on Brams face, he found it hard to believe the two of them were related at times. "Yes, yes, handsome... though you'd be even more so if you learned how to manage you time better." While Bram cared very little about right and wrong he disliked it when others held him back. Giving his hat a final touch, he got to his paws, his long golden-blonde fur shifting slightly from the movement. "Are you ready?"
