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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"Come on, boys. Wake up. I've got something to show you."
Grasspaw rolled over in his nest with a groan, placing his paws over his ears as he tried to block out the soft, familiar voice trying to stir him from his comfortable dreams. "Momma..." The apprentice whined, wiggling around in his half-asleep attempt to make his mother's amused purrs go away. Instead, he rolled over too far, the dark-brown tom accidentally falling onto the nest beside his, bumping right into Alabasterpaw. Finally, as his head smacked against that of his foster brother, his sleepily blinked open a bright-green eye to see an annoyed Alabaster beside him and a smirking Mudthistle standing over the pair. The she-cat chuckled quietly, before turning around the stride out of the apprentices' den, gesturing with her long, brown tail. "Hurry up you two, or else we'll be late." Grasspaw let out a huff in response, lifting his front paw to his head to absentmindedly rub where he had bumped it. "Late for what? Mom never said we were doing anything today. Is it even morning yet?"
Alabasterpaw groaned and gave Grasspaw a shove, "How many times do I have to tell you that we've getting too big to share nests anymore?!" But he was being playful, it was nearly impossible to annoy the mild-mannered white tom. He sat up in his nest and rubbed the sore spot on his noggin from where Grasspaw had head-butted him all the while listening to Mudthistle's invitation.
Unlike Grasspaw, he had no problem getting up right away and did so after a big stretch and a yawn, "Does it really matter? It's Mudthistle we're talking about." He gave his adoptive brother another playful nudge and exited the apprentice's den.
