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 symphony of crickets was the background music to the dying day, along with the nesting chirps of the bedding birds and their broods. Wolfriot paused for a second, drinking in the sound of the night starting around him. Secretly, this was his favorite thing, the turning from day to night. The colors, the sounds, even the smells drew the tom to a place of peace. NightClan was his home, and he could not be more suited for anywhere else.
Crouching down, the grey tabby parted his jaws and drank in the night chilled air around him, hoping to find something of interest.
Lately, Dawnbringer found it difficult to sleep. He was awake well before the sun set, attempting to keep his mind busy. Somehow, the quiet of the sunset helped him relax, and he closed his eyes to just exist for a moment. These past few days, it felt like he was a tight thread ready to snap at any moment. At least with the peace that this provided, he would be able to make it through another day. His grief could almost be forgotten, at least until the stars were bright in the sky.
For now, the tom kept his eyes shut, taking in deep breaths, unaware of his surroundings. Perhaps in a bit he would go hunting, or find a patrol to join. Anything that kept him busy.
Catching the scents of one of his Clanmates, the large tabby tom turned in the direction of the scent, his head and tail held high. Upon finding his Clanmate, Wolfriot tipped his head to the side, brow arched in question. "What are you doing?" he asked loudly, a small smirk on his maw.
The sudden voice shocked Dawnbringer. With a slight jump, he brought his vibrant green gaze to his clanmate. "...Looking at the sky?" he offered, weakly, unsure of how to actually answer. Awkwardly, he shifted his paws, before he fully stood up to hide his restlessness. "What about you? It's a little early for most, isn't it?" He didn't pay too much attention to those around him normally, so he thought this was early. But maybe it wasn't?
Sensing the other toms unease, Wolfriot sat down as soon as Dawnbringer stood up, wrapping his thick tail around his paws. Giving the warrior a sideways grin, the grey tabby tom gave a small incline of his head and meowed, "Aren't we all?" With that, he turned his pale amber gaze up to the inky sky and took in the twinkling lights.
