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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Late afternoon, and it was quiet in Cadence Valley.
The birds were quiet this time of year, the prey was off gathering food before the darkness settled in, and most cats had left this expanse of the rolling golden fields alone today. But, shuffling and grunting as he made his way through the tedious narrow trails beneath the towering wheat, Singedwolf was on the hunt.
He used to walk silently - prowling through the shadows with his shoulders smooth, his paws soft on the ground as he moved, quick as a shadow. But the only tom had spent his life walking on four legs. Now he had only three, and he wasted away in prison until his strapping muscles had become weak. He felt so useless, and he hated it, he hated that for the first time in a very long time, he didn't trust himself. Singedwolf didn't have a chance before now to learn how to move on three legs, and it was exhausting and slow as he lumbered his way through the wheat. Never mind sneaking up on prey; even if he had been quiet, he would never be fast enough to catch anything.
The burned tom limped onward, his breath coming in heavy gasps.
