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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The sun had yet to break through the horizon, the air around him void of the usual chirping as Glaniur silently drifted around the camp. Like a phantom in the night, the speckled tom was eerily silent as he headed towards the exit of camp. Where he was going, he wasn't quite sure yet. Even at the odd hours in the gloomy morning, the tactician was wide awake, letting his habits of wandering take over. It was a mystery whether he actually slept, as he always seemed to be the last one to bed but the first one up, but that had been a survival tactic that was drilled into his head from a young age. Never let others see you sleep, don't allow your enemies to catch you at your most vulnerable. While those in Fallclan weren't exactly his enemies, Glaniur was never one to let his guard down anyway.
He paused, right at the camp exit, lifting his head to the sky. The sun would be rising soon, bringing with it the suffocating heat of greenleaf. Perhaps he could find some shade and relax, or maybe it was time for him to cause some mischief across a border. Life has been eerily quiet for him lately, and that had to mean that something was going to happen soon.
