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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"Damn thing, I can't get it off..." Nine's back was on the ground, his hind legs pinned beneath the collar, but, not matter how hard he kicked and pulled, all he managed to do was choke himself. His heart was racing and that combined with the pressure on his throat made him feel light headed and faint, but he just had to get the collar off, he had to, before Hoodedwolf or someone else in the Family found him.
Little did he knew that collar or no collar, it was obvious something was different about him. He'd been washed, groomed, vaccinated and well-fed for the past couple of days. He was still skinny of course, but still a vast improvement over the half-starved, flea-ridden kitten he was last time he was home.
"Ouch!" In his panic Nine had managed to cut himself, blood staining his white throat and the collar, but if anything the coppery scent enhanced the frenzy. Tears of frustration began to spill out as he continued to struggle against the metaphorical noose around his neck.
"Aww, he's just a little guy," meowed the tom as he padded up. He'd been wandering for most of the morning on what was supposed to be a hunting mission, but the large tom had never been too good at hunting. He could figure it out after a while, but it was hard to keep someone this big silent enough in the faint dusting of snow.
"You need help, little guy?" He couldn't exactly make out how old the cat was, but everyone was small to the beheamouth of a cat. "Here, calm down a bit. It'll kill you if you keep wrigglin' like that." He tried to make himself sound as kind and non-threatening as possible.
