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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Unlike many of the cats in NightClan, the earthquake hadn't seemed to phase Divinekit's enthusiasm. While other cats stood by scared and trembling, he saw all of this as a great adventure. The little tom giggled, exploring the clearing the NightClan had gathered in. He didn't venture to far because he didn't want his mother to worry, but it was hard for him to contain himself.
He wondered over to a fallen tree, and began examining the roots. He had never been out of camp before, much less seen the tangled roots of a tree so exposed. He ran his paws over them, trying to find a pattern but not seeing anything obvious. The way they had grown seemed sparatic and random.
Stealthclaw though she reluctantly let Divinekit run around as he liked watched him like a hawk, keeping Sacredkit and the others in sight as well. Though the shaking had finally abated the silver she cats worries had not. After all if the earth had started shaking before, who was to say it wouldn’t pick back up again?
Divinekit stood up on his back legs, wiping away the dirt with his front paws. Each time more dirt would fall off, the more roots became exposed. He wasn't sure why it was so fasinating, but he just wanted to understand why they were so tangled.
His white fur was becoming less and less pristine as he worked, his fur slowly turning a muddy brown.
Stealthclaw let out a wry chuckle along with a hint of a sigh, washing Divinekit was going to be a bit of an undertaking afterwards, but seeing him enjoying himself made her hold back. If dirty was all he was getting, she was okay with it.
