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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A pair of sun yellow eyes wandered MoonClan's dark landscape as he trudged forward in the night. He was supposed to be out hunting, and he did hunt some prey down. But instead of returning to the academy early, he decided to explore some. He knew that another half of MoonClan lived in a separate camp, and he wanted to find them for no other reason than curiosity. What were they like, and why did the separate? He wanted some answers. The dark Maine coon slipped through the forest until the City of Ash was barely visible through the thicket. His paws readied to carry him forward before he heard a voice sound from behind him.
“Good evening sir, how may I help you?” Boysenberrypaw sat directly behind the tom. The young Fledgling was not even the age of most apprentices and yet he was second in charge of the City of Ash. He had been working really hard on being like an adult or an apprentice at the very least when he still was a kit. His siblings were still kits back in his birth clan. So he sat in the small moonbeam that broke through the trees and waited for a response from this shadow hunter.
He had never been to the city of ash, and thus never knew its inhabitants very well. In addition, he would have never guessed who this kit actually was. Ravenpaw assumed that the tom was just some random kit who left the City, and now he was the lucky one who had to return this kit without getting caught by the high warlock. Perfect. The tom shuffled his paws as he turned around. "Uh, I was just taking in the sights, you know?" He paused. "Do you need some help yourself? You probably shouldn't be out here."
