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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Beestripe was in an incredibly foul mood. SwiftClan being next to all of these clans he had never in his life heard of was overwhelming on top of his daughter going missing. The deputy was about ready to rip his fur out from the stress. His days of taking out his bad moods on others had long passed, and the older he got, the more he was able to take a deep breath and stay positive. But today was hard.
He saw Owlflight in their worthless excuse for a camp and tilted his head to the side. As a SpringClanner, Beestripe had prided himself on clan life, getting as close to his clanmates as possible. Since he had joined SwiftClan, that hadn't been happening as much as he had preferred. Now seemed like a good time to do that and also distract him from the massive knot in his stomach.
"Owlflight?" said the tom, nearing the gray warrior with a soft smile. "Hey. I wanted to just check in with you. See how you're feeling."
Owlflight had been busy the day before trying to find any sort of prey for the new clan. He had been moderately successful so he had taken a somewhat lazy morning, which meant he slept just past sunrise. Now he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself, patrols had been assigned. The grey tabby had grown up always needing to do something to survive, having a prey pile and a medicine cat was still quite novel to him.
“Oh I’m doing pretty good, all things considered. Though clan life is still a bit strange at times.” He shrugged it off, almost everyone had been willing to answer his questions. Other than the odd ghost that everyone seemed to accept as normal SwiftClan was turning out to be a huge success in his life.
