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 decadeβs 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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βHey, Northernlights is going on an impromptu hunting trip. I was thinking about joining her. What do you say?β
The white she-cat that was usually so quiet and reserved tilted her head as she regarded her companions, still in the warriors den, though that was understandable, it was still only twilight, dawn not yet approaching in its entirety. It was Northernlights own doing that had Frozensoul breaking out of her shell, willing to approach others than waiting to be the approached, though even now, the white she-catβs paws trembled in nervousness, unsure what the reactions to her words would be.
"Hunting, now? It isn't even dawn yet," the yellow-gray tabby tom moaned, rolling over and bracing his forepaws over his ears. "What kind of mouse-brained prey do you think will be out right now?" Garsparkling dragged his paw down over his ear to rest on the bridge of his muzzle, vainly trying to fold his ear over far enough he couldn't hear anything.
Her ears drooped down and sat unhappily against her head, her hopes being dashed by the tomβs unhappy meow. She knew it was early, she wasnβt much of an early bird herself, but she had thought... βIβm not sure. Maybe a few mice getting ready to sleep? Or we could try and take down some larger prey, like an owl?β She smiled a bit. She liked to think she was a pretty accomplished hunter and always wanted to go for bigger game.
He didn't want to get up. It was a fool's errand he didn't want to waste his sleeping time hunting down prey. But he had to admit, he was tempted by the thought of hunting an owl. The birds were massive and fierce, dangerous, and imagine the look on his mate's face when he brought her back owl feathers to nest with. Maybe he'd throw a talon in her sister's nest, just for fun. He could picture his glorious victory now, and he was tempted.
"Fiiiine," he muttered. Rolling over, he pulled himself to his feet with a long stretch and a popping of his spine.
