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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Bright, warm sunlight filtered down to the forest floor through the branches of the towering trees above, their branches no longer barren, but covered in tiny buds soon to blossom into colorful leaves and flowers. Down below on such a welcoming afternoon, a heavyset tom lumbered up the flat stone staircase that led into Fallclan's camp. It had barely been a week since the former loner had been accepted by Thrushstar into Fallclan's ranks, and had taken on the new name of Stumpymole. Despite obviously being a reference to his round size and short height, the new warrior accepted the name good-naturedly, and after a few days, actually grew to like it. It suited him, he thought.
Living in a clan was in ways both similar to, and different than what he had imagined. It was nice that all cats, young and old, were able to help the clan in some way. Making the group thrive was a group effort, and no cat seemed to feel useless or was left without something to do. But on the other paw...Stumpymole's pace slowed as he set down his catch, a small robin, down on the fresh-kill pile. His apricot gaze swept over the various clanmates around him, and he noticed how some of them were staring at him uneasily. Shuffling his large paws awkwardly, he grabbed a mouse for lunch and sat down to eat. Being such a close community here, he hadn't really gotten to know any of his fellow Fallclanners yet. They seemed...hard to approach.
"Hi!" chirped a happy-go-lucky voice from absolutely nowhere. Usually, nobody really asked for Timecascade to join in on conversations; she just appeared from thin air and happened to introduce herself. With a warm smile, the gray and white she-cat added, "Sorry. I just usually know everyone in the Clan and your face wasn't familiar. I'm Timecascade. I try to make everyone feel at least a little bit comfortable in FallClan. Or — well, like they have someone to chat with, that is."
She had to stop herself from the onslaught of conversation that threatened to babble form her mouth like an overflowing dam. She tended to scare others off, so she was trying to work extremely hard on her self control. It was difficult, at time, but so far she'd been doing rather well for her standards. As an afterthought, she added sheepishly, "Also I can be kind of... pushy, so if you feel like I am you can tell me. I get it a lot, so its nothing new to my ears."
Wildhare strolled through the camp entrance with a small piece of prey to lay on the pile. He noticed the Clan's new arrival, Stumpymole, and another speaking a few mouse-lengths away. He padded closer to catch in on their conversation. After he listened to Timecascade's words, he introduced himself as well. "I don't know if you remember me, but I was the one along with Folklore who led you here." he said with a flash of his smile.
