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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Her footsteps wandered the edge of MoonClan's territory with a silent, terrifying grace. While they were not harsh, they were precise. Every single pawstep was seemingly a carefully placement. And it was. She was a cat of precision when she was on her game, and for now she was. It could be easily tipped out of balance, the sight of her would be enough to warn any challengers of her abilities. A long scar ran across her neck from the time she was an apprentice, along with plenty of others. During her training she fought pairs of cats, foxes and dogs, and her body bore the scars with most visible through her red and black pelt. She wore them with pride, and had yet to hear a challenge as she took a shortcut through the nocturnal clan's lands.
An equally menacing, though much less scarred tom was searching the forests. He had a list of things he needed, some for his duties and other just because his personal collection was lacking. Spotting the sleek looking she-cat he crept closer, though he figured she had already noticed him. Still it was instinctual to stalk a stranger on ones land. Circling around to cut her off, he barred his teeth in warning. Mammon was effectively mute and did not know if outsiders were capable of the mental connection he used with the rest of the clave.
She stopped as she heard the tom circle around, and as he came into view she had to admit he looked a little menacing, but her pride didn't give any more. She saw his scars, but she knew hers were worse. She fought more than just cats to earn these, she had far nastier ones. This tom had quite the patchwork, but they all looked the same. "Hey there, wanna drop that smile from your face and help get outta here? It's what we both want, you know."
