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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Wyverndelirium had been out hunting all day. It was late afternoon, and he was growing increasingly anxious. Quests were always given out at dinner, and he was desperate to join one, but what chance did he have? Wy might have a curious spirit, but he had never been in caves before, and he wasn't trained on how to navigate them. He'd be as useful as a 'paw at exploring and he had only joined the clan a few moons ago with Cal. No, there was no way anyone would want him to join a quest.... but he had to go, so he had to prove himself.
So, he'd been hunting.
Wy had caught two thrushes and was on the prowl for more. The birds had been bony, he'd been surprised to see them this late in the season, but perhaps they had returned early. Their folly was his benefit. The dusty orange tom crept low among the bushes as he sought something more. The sky was heavy with clouds that might burst with rain or snow at any moment, and he was growing worried. There has to be something, he reassured himself as he pressed on.
Greyhunt always seemed to have a knack for finding prey, and today was no exception. She wasn't called the Mistress of the Hunt, for nothing, after all. Tracking prey came so naturally to her that others would call it a sixth sense, and hunting was certainly something that she rather enjoyed doing. With the faint cry of few birds that had stayed behind in the chilly weather and the slight breeze in her pelt, it was quite relaxing. So she was, enjoying the evening, following the tracks of what seemed to be an oddly plump rabbit for this time of year, when she heard the faint crunching of steps. They seemed too loud to be her quarry, though it was obvious that they were trying to be stealthy, and heading towards her. The silver she-cat lifted her head, staring into the bushes in front of her, really hoping that whoever it was hadn't scared away her dear rabbit.
