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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The makeshift camp was awful and everyone was busy out meeting other clans, but the soon-to-be-apprentice was stuck here for his foreseeable future. It was driving him nuts. To make matters worse, it seemed like he would never get back to SunClan. Pebblekit pouted, raking his claws against the ground in anger.
A former SunClan cat spotted the little kit. Forsworn held a big resemblance to his mother, though his green eyes were all his fathers. He had grown disillusioned with SunClan though he would not bad mouth the clan just yet. “Pebblekit?” He crouched down next to the kit. Perhaps he could help with whatever it was the kit was trying to dig in the dirt.
The little kit raised his head, brow furrowed. One of the older cats was near him. He smelled familiar, and the scent made Pebblekit relax the slightest bit. "Yes?"
“I was wondering if you would help me with something?” Forsworn has been out hunting earlier and stashed prey. He had ended up having to come back to deal with some thorns in his face after he pushed through brambles. Now he realized he needed to fetch the prey before something else got it. He reasonably could bring it back by himself but figured the kit would get a big kick out of it. Plus he was large enough to carry a mouse or vole.
"Yes, I caught too much while I was out hunting and I need someone strong enough to help me carry it back." Owlflight really did want to ask another warrior as they might be doing something important and apprentices made him nervous. They seemed to have such an attitude and self-assurance that they knew it all. So it fell to a kit to help him.
