We're part of a story, part of a tale. We're all on this journey, no one is to stay. Where ever it's going. What is the way?
Warrior Cats is een rollenspel gebaseerd op de serie 'Warriors' van Erin Hunter. Je verkent hier al schrijvend de geliefde wereld van de Clankatten, rogues en kittypets. Dit doe je door je eigen karakter aan te maken, waarbij je bijna alles zelf mag bepalen over uiterlijk en karakter. Wild of tam, goed of slecht, sociaal of eenling? Help jij oorlogen te voorkomen? Of ben je een van de katten die hongerig opzoek is naar een groter territorium en meer macht? Het kan allemaal op Warrior Cats.
KIND OF WEATHER
Greenleaf, 12 °C - 22°C
Het is lekker weer in het woud. Er zijn veel kruiden te vinden nu het water terug getrokken is. Ook prooi is er genoeg. Een mooie tijd voor de Clans.
The cold morning air was lovely after a hot time like they had. Now that Greenleaf was slowly ending, the air in the morning got somewhat colder, before the sun would shine as harshly as every other day. Being part of a clan was a good thing, most of the time. You would hunt, protect and just be with each other. No lone wolves, just them as a clan together. One thing what bothered him the most right now, was the fact that some cats acted like they were on a high horse and everyone should love them and bow down for them. Cats who knew him knew that he wasn't down for that stuff. He was just rightout, he didn't participate in the gossips, or the discussions. But some cats had to damn step down before he was going to make one step down. He was definitely not afraid to do so, his own image within the clan wasn't that good anyway. He knew why, he wasn't a talker. Most of the time he just shrugged or grunted. And when he grunted it could mean 'Yes', 'No' and even 'Maybe'. His brother was the only cat who was able to do this, no other cat had ever understood correctly what he was thinking, or saying. Or whatever the noise it was he was making. He sighed, letting his stormy blue eyes wander over the territory in front of him. If only the rest of the Clan was damn calm about this all, all the tension would be gone and he'd be less out of the camp, be more inside of it instead of going out every damn opportunity he could find.