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 day was overcast, the air a dead, muggy prison that encircled the camp. Bee was restless, wishing that the rain would break and bring in the sweeping winds that would relieve the humidity. She had always preferred sunny days, rather than this grim backdrop that hinted at chaos to come. Still, she went through her daily motions amidst the strangers of Springclan. She was still proving herself, not quite a member, not quite an outsider. She hadn't taken an official clan name yet.
This clan operated so differently from her previous loner group. Their customs, their beliefs, their 'warrior code' was so foreign to her, and she was trying to be open-minded, but found herself questioning the motives behind it all quite frequently.
Currently, the small, lithe ginger she-cat was dropping off a few pieces of prey on the fresh-kill pile, wondering whether she should go out again.
It wasn't that long ago that Shatteredreign, himself, had been new to Springclan. But, that had to have been a couple of moons ago now, and he was slowly adjusting to life with others. Still, he felt like he didn't quite belong here yet, but he was determined to create a place for himself. The others in the clan may have accepted him as one of their own already after all of his hard work, but he had yet to feel like Springclan was home.
With his silver fur in a ruffled mess, he emerged from the warrior's den with a large yawn. It seemed he was always the last to wake, and often woke midday, but he immediately plastered a smile on his face and made his way to the fresh kill pile. With the increasing numbers from the flood in the survival clans, maybe he should go hunting immediately. Yes, that would be best. He took a few steps towards the exit of camp, then tilted his head, noticing Bee. "You look like you want to leave," he said, then grinned in a friendly manner. "Care for a partner?"
Bee's honey-hued eyes moved to locate the voice, startled out of her reverie. "Oh. Yeah, okay," she agreed after a moment of hesitation, trying to analyze what the tom's motives were. She didn't recognize him, but that wasn't unusual for the former loner, and she figured it best to take the chances to make friends when they came. She started off towards the camp exit, keeping an awkward few feet between herself and Shatteredreign.
"I'm Bee, by the way. I'm in the process of joining," she told him, the rich timbre of her voice lower than her petite frame suggested it would be. She spoke frankly, as was her philosophy, and she cast a sideways glance at the tom. "Who're you?"
