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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Limbo. Purgatory. Twilight. Dusk. Living. Dead. The Cusp. Born under a Reed Moon, it should not come as any surprise that Wisp seems to transcend the permeable border between the two worlds as easily as one might step left instead of right. Her mottled pelt looks like the forest floor bathed in moonlight and moves like a shadow, serpentine and fluid as the river that cuts their territory in half. The she-cat was found in the territory as a kit under the pale gaze of the Reed Moon, alone with no trace of any other cat anywhere nearby. Truthfully, it seemed an omen, though the cats that found her couldn't decide if it was a good one or a bad one. Raised as a MoonClan follower through and through, Wisp kept the ephemeral name as a testament to her origins and wears it with pride despite her other clanmates bearing a full warrior name. The she-cat doesn't sleep often and can be found wandering the moors under the red light of a rising sun. She never says why she doesn't sleep, though some believe it may have to due with her thrashing night terrors that plague her when she is found in her nest at camp. She is a withdrawn, serious cat that doesn't have much patience for silliness or games, and prefers to ensure the clan's good standing with the Goddess Selene over any petty mortal squabbles that might plague the clan. She is not a stranger to drawing blood, but prefers diplomacy as a first attempt since it breeds fewer grudges in the long run. A strange looking cat and an ever stranger soul, Wisp takes some getting used to, as unnerving as her presence often is. Still, those who make the effort find a stalwart friend and protector.
Her amber eyes were red around the edges and exhaustion seemed to tug at her paws each time she lifted them to move forwards, yet there was a sense of determination about the MoonClan follower named Wisp that imbued her with strength. "Hollowpaw," she mewed, the setting sun casting her long shadow into the apprentice's den. "Wake up - we've got training to do." She left immediately after the brusque wake-up call, though when he woke to leave he would find a vole on the ground waiting for him.
Wisp had heard about the apprentice from the queens in the nursery - talented, but lazy. Apathetic and indifferent to the world around him. She gave a slight scoff to herself. What game was Selene playing to have paired this tom with herself? Still, though she was withdrawn herself, she was far from lazy, struggling night in and night out to provide for her clan and clanmates in every way she knew how, and prayed to her Goddess that she could impart some of that wisdom to Hollowpaw.
