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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Following the very tragic events of her (completely) unexpected rejection, a lonely wanderer stumbled her way into WinterClan's forbidding wasteland, tears freezing as they coursed down her cheeks. Though she had a moderately thick pelt, it was clear she wasn't made for this type of environment; she found it difficult to move through the snow and both of her from legs were hairless and covered in burn scars. Regardless, hypothermic paws and frozen solitude felt like better alternatives to turning back, back to her home and her heartbreaker. She pressed on through the windstorm until she was sure she was in another world entirely, one devoid of life, and even more certain that her paws were turning blue, but then she glanced up to see a figure standing up ahead of her. "H-hello?"
(prisoner joining! she's heavily pregnant, devastated, and tbh i mainly wanna see what racer's mc comes up with to keep her hairless legs from falling off)
Soullessabomination was perhaps the last cat the queen wanted to find her. Even by WinterClan standards, her sympathy was remarkable low. It was beaten out of her time and time again, and her body and mind wore the scars. Her gilded green reptilian eyes glared down at the cowering she-cat as she approached. Her massive frame, even by WinterClan standards, was filled with hardened muscle. Her thick fur shielded her from the brutal cold that crushed the other she-cat like a vice. A growl resonated from her throat and she bared her teeth, revealing a set of fangs far longer than normal. Not an ounce of emotion lived in her eyes. They just saw an intruder, a weak one at that. No use in keeping her around.
