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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With his oversized bug eyes and curly fur, Krosis had never been a classically good looking cat, but time had not been kind of him. The loneliness of living without his mate had gotten under his skin and his fur was dirty, his skin rough in patches where he had scratched out the fur, and his crumpled whiskers challenged the wild look in his eyes. The skinny tom had tried to let it go, but he just couldn't. His life had ended the day he heard she died, and finally, he had found someone who could tell him the grim truth of why she had to die that day.
The curly tom hurried over the border and plunged into SunClan land, glancing about nervously for signs of one of their cats. He needed to see someone that was there, let them convince him that they weren't to blame, and failure wasn't an option today. He wasn't in the mood for excuses.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 24, 2020 22:35:00 GMT -5
Slaughterfish didn't expect to meet anyone today. The she-cat had joined SunClan some time ago, and really, hadn't talked with any family outside of it, at least, not that much. She wasn't sure if that was a cult thing, isolating her from family, or if she just didn't think about it. Maybe a bit of both, the feline didn't actually pay too much attention to it. Perhaps she should have, if she had, she might have known one of her siblings was gone, let alone that her mate would be looking for her.
So, when she saw him, she didn't think anything of it, just another trespasser. "You here to join, or am I going to have to bury a body today?"
