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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Teddybear-kun hadn't been so close to the city since he had left it, and it was almost strange to see the (mostly) pristine towering buildings in the distance and asphalt streets. This side of town was the more rundown, dirty, worn-down side, with cracks in the roads and garbage on the sidewalks. He grimaced, though he couldn't say he wasn't used to it with what the Mansion offered. Just up the road a booth sat, the short curtain fayed at the bottom, the uncomfortable looking chair entirely visible, the dusty signs reading faded letters he could hardly string together. He clambered inside. Pressing the curious silver button, he moved and, after a bit of trial and error (his legs were short, but don't mention that), he clambered onto the flat chair and looked around curiously. There was a flash. He jumped down, blinking — oh, he recognized that, the shutter of cameras, but that would mean that somewhere nearby there was a lovely, beautiful picture of himself.
A slot dispensed them on the outside, he found, and as soon as the whir of machines stopped and a row of pictures appeared, he tore it away and examined it. "Oh, I never knew myself to look so good!" He cheered, "That's a lie, I have." He looked closer, admiring just how beautiful his green eyes were, just how unique his perpetually curled pelt was (seriously, he hadn't seen one other cat with something even as close as to what he donned).
"I need more." He padded inside the booth once more.
Shiver-Kun padded though the old city, remembering when Kurma, his adopted mother, first brother him to primal instinct. He was a young kit then, she had carried him through these streets. It was his earliest memory.
He stopped and watched as a cat hopped into a strange twoleg box. After a moment something popped from aslot on the side and the cat reappeared. Oh, I never knew myself to look so good! he is a pretty cat… shiver thought to himself. Shiver-kin glanced down at his own fur, long and white, pretty average. He shrugged to himself watching as the cat went back into the box. He padded up quietly sticking his head in. “Hello, What’s this box do?” He mewed curiously.
