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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Silence was normal in the darkness of the caverns. It was the kind of lonely quiet that could drive someone mad, especially those who hadn't been born in it, and thus in some ways rather fortified against it. But, especially to those who had lived in it their whole life, it was comforting. Familiar.
It was early morning, (not that it mattered much in the Regime, but waking and sleep schedules helped to keep track of the ticking seconds), and already Atlan was out hunting again in what had become his usual hunting locations; the deep pockets of the caverns that were only two steps away from being labeled too dangerous to go down. It was a risk and he knew it. To be fair, he wasn't impulsive or overeager as some who took such chances were; this was truly calculated. It could spell death --though any tunnel or path in the Regime could -- however it was much more likely to be where some untouched pockets of prey hid to escape the hungry maws of cats and other predators not eager to wander into the farther depths of of the endless web of paths and passages.
