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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Lavenderilluion was the daughter of Mountainsound and Ebonygold, a highly respected pair. And yet, their daughter is a catnip addicted hippie who cares about nothing but her next hit. Where had they failed? Who could say? She'd always been laidback and go with the flow, so maybe it was no one's fault but merely who she was, or maybe they had failed somewhere.
"Lavenderillusion," Perfectstorm was the patrol leader. A bit young for the role, but it was no secret that Bloodystar supported nepotism, plus the silver-furred tom did have a talent for leading, "You've been late for nearly all of our evening patrols lately. Is something wrong?"
"Nope!" She may or may not be high right now, but coming down off her high. A little giggly and happy-go-lucky, the she-cat smiled a lopsided grin at the tom before her. She was once again late, but honestly didn't care. She never cared.
"Then why are you always late!?" Perfectstorm had never been taught proper outlets for his anger, so it was like a switch, calm one minute, ready to shred this giggling she-cat the next, "It's an insult to the Sun God not to take patrols seriously, you know!"
"Why doe sit matter? Why does the sun rise and the moon move tides?" She tilted her head in thought, curiously moving her eyes upward in search of the sun....to star right at in in wonder like an idiot high off her rocker. It burned her eyes and yet she barley noticed.
