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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Sun rose. Sun fell. The moon cycled through the night. Leaves burst into fiery reds and yellows, then faded to brown.
The days did not feel distinct from one another. There was no laughter, no one at his side or expecting his order, and there was certainly no hinder in the dogged, vicious chase he gave. Militant footfalls ate up the ground beneath him in long strides and if it were not for the sap of his strength, those footfalls would never veer course to even hunt or sleep. This had been his routine for so many days it felt like he wasn't pressing forward but was pressed in place, a footnote slapped at the bottom of the page of an unopened book. He was even dusty like one-- or was that frost? He wasn't sure; but what he was sure of was that the group of cats he could discern in the distance were certainly not there when he'd gone to sleep.
So he rose, and he lumbered forward, and he paid almost no mind to any of the cursory glances cast in his direction. "Who is leader?" He demanded suddenly, without preamble.
Beestripe had been joyfully bounding forward to meet the lone cat when he suddenly pulled back at the sharp tone. "Uh.. what's ... up?" he trailed off, his original greeting dying on his mouth. The deputy shook his head and let his typical smile slip back on. He looked over at his leader, who in full transparency hadn't seemed to notice he was even on this patrol. Cleaver
