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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For a week now Karmacarnage, Benevolentkit, and Fairygarden were bombarded with nightmares of wailing kits, no dream, just darkness. The dream must have been leaking into real life as daylight gave them no break from these cries. Even in DayClan's camp they could hear the sobs of kits. For any of them that went to the medicine cat den there was little that could be done to help them. Poppy seeds only sent them into an eternal darkness of cries and screams and staying awake only brought about the same misery with less rest. Today was a different day though, standing in camp were three rugged looking kits playing together. They didn't look like any kit anyone in DayClan had seen before, judging by their laughter they sounded like they were having a fun time. But close up their pelts were torn, their bodies ragged and covered in gore. As they played they chanted a song, “Untold horrors buried deep into the hearts of DayClan, their bodies at peace, but their minds still rattle. Lullabies soothe the aching heart. ♫♪♫”
The kits suddenly stopped, eerily turning to stare at Karmacarnage, Benevolentkit, and Fairygarden. Two of the kits faded from view completely, but one little kit stayed. He turned as though he was about to leave, but his tail beckoned them to follow him. As he turned around out of the shade and into the sunlight his pelt paled, turning dim, transparent.
