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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She was often careless when she went for walks. Most of the time her thoughts would wander and she would slip into some sort of daze. She would even find herself in odd places, and she'd never even remember the walk there. So in short, she would slip into a regular space cadet's fantasy and ignore the present world. This time, her thoughts began to wander over her current home. She'd lost most of her friends, family, and Soulbound. And to top it off, no new friends had been made yet; she was more shy than most. Though that didn't mean she wasn't social. She just didn't know how to insert herself anywhere. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment; though the action was pointless as she couldn't see regardless.
A bad mistake, as irony would have it, seemed to strike just then. As her dreamy blue colored eyes closed, her footing slipped from under her and she felt gravity do the rest. She was pulled with momentum as her eyes flew open. A wild expression covered her face as she tumbled head over heels, down a decently sized hill and into what felt like a bunch of grass. Her heart beat a mile an hour as she shot from the forest of grass. Her paws stumbled nervously as she glanced behind her, attempting to calm her erratic heartbeat. Though her body ached, at least nothing was broken. But it had been a very close call. Galaxymist began to pick fragments of grass out of her now ruffled tortoiseshell pelt. Though she heard a noise from a little ways away and felt embarrassment prick her pelt. What if someone had witnessed her tumble? That would surely be the starter of a conversation.