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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A black and white she-cat glared outside the warriors den. Rain fell relentlessly from the heavens. How in the name of StarClan am I suppose to hunt in this?! Mayrose thought bitterly. The Warrioress was to go hunting that afternoon, but the cap-and-saddle feline was not looking forward to the event. But the sun was eagerly approaching it's highest point, Mayrose wondered if anyone would miss her if she buried her head in her nest. Who was she even suppose to be hunting with, anyhow? The Warrioress wasn't exactly paying any attention to her arranged hunting party.
Bearpelt lifted her head and glared at the entrance of the den. The wheat colored Warrioress let out a sigh before rising to her paws and exiting the den. Once out her pelt became soaked and she wanted to shrink back into the den but duty called whether rain or shine. She was determined to do her best.
Windchaser approached them, her ginger fur plastered to her lithe body. Although her skinny frame revealed the struggles they have faced these past couple of weeks, her green eyes shown with hope. In her jaws she held a sopping wet mouse. She set it down at her paws, "took me all morning to find but Starclan had mercy on me today! This will be going to the queens!"
Bearpelt walked towards the camp entrance intent on catching prey , so she could eat and get dry. She let out an annoyed growl as a rain drop hit her nose.
"Praise, StarClan!" Mayrose meowed, smiling at tWindchaser. "I am certain the Queens will be happy." The black and white she-cat ruffled her pelt as the rain started to seep through. "I hope I am as lucky when I head out shortly."
