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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11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
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It had been a swelteringly hot day. The patches of amber sunlight filtering through the branches overhead had remained all but stationary on the forest floor all day long, no forgiving breezes around to rustle the branches and provide some reprieve to the living things below. The sun was beginning its slow descent towards the horizon now though, the temperature clinging to its last highs before dusk truly set in.
Among the lingering shadows, an apprentice crouched on the bank of a small stream, attentively staring into the bubbling waters below. It was tempting, even in the fading heat, to just plunge into the shallow water to cool off, but that wasn't why she was here. Finally, the flash of silver she had been waiting for, and Strawberrypaw's paw shot into the water with a splash, claws digging into a fish that she hooked out to flop around on the bank next to her. A trickle of red blood washed downstream as the fish gasped its last breath, Strawberrypaw feeling a rush of satisfaction at a job well done.
"Wow..." Came a voice that was just above a whisper. Standing a few fox-legnths away was none other than Driftingpath, one of the previous Nightclan leader's children. He was tall with jet black fur and patches of light brown on his face. He looked a bit strange but he was stout with broad shoulders and toned muscles. "T-that was a good catch" he spoke, his voice rather soft for such a large cat. He had just recently become a warrior and still had not overcome his shyness.
