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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Cadet Noceur prowled the tunnels, unable to sleep. Not that he wanted to, not anymore. The tom looked almost insane as he walked, with bloodshot eyes that flickered about, mumbling something about a party to no one at all. His mother's visage haunted him, bloodied and dead, saying something he couldn't quite catch. He tried to shake the image from his mind, but whether his eyes were open or closed, he could still see it.
He'd been awake for two full days now, going on three. By now he had half a mind to take the next right and head into the city for an impromptu party. They always attracted spectators, as word spread fast among the kittypets and the alley cats. Yeah, that sounded nice, anything but sleep. Maybe he could see if any of his littermates wanted to join him, if they were even up at such an hour.
Little did he know that there was always a guardian angel watching over him. Bright, honey-gold eyes watched the troubled cadet from the dark corners of the tunnels; following him like a shadow, barely a breath away. It was easier to keep track of Noceur than their other siblings, as he was the only one that tended to be awake at this ungodly hour of the night. Gardenia was tired - since when was she not lately - but she refused to go to sleep until she knew what her little brother would be up to. She always felt bad for him; constantly haunted by the image of their mother, and though she wished with all her heart that she could give him the peaceful rest she knew that he was lacking, this was all that the Mercenary Superior could offer.
