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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Here on Classic we understand that sometimes life can get difficult and we struggle. We may need to receive advice, vent, know that we are not alone in our difficult times, or even just have someone listen to what's going on in our lives. In light of these times, we have created the support threads below that are open to all of our members at any time.
Post by complacentdevil on May 24, 2021 0:20:46 GMT -5
Weaselpaw wandered, fairly often now that he was alone. It was... bizarre to say the least. He had the whole medicine den to himself now, everything was stocked where he liked, for ease of use. His life was coming full circle. Memories flooded him every night from past lives, driving him in the day. His ears seemed to pick up on every little thing around, his nerves were shot, even though he ingested numerous poppy seeds and tucked lavender into the thick bits of his coat around his neck. He sulked through the underbrush, his breathing shallow as he padded around, doing his best to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
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Post by uniqcrim on Jun 3, 2021 19:58:05 GMT -5
Milkypaw carried a few small rocks and crystals in a leaf, excited to add them to her collection. They were really wonderful pieces and would be even better after she rinsed them in the water. She wondered if there was something she could do to remove the rough edges but she would work on that layer. She pranced happily through Fallclan's territory when the sound of something rustling in the bushes caught her attention. She set the bundle down and lifted her head, scenting the area. It was Weaselpaw, the medicine cat. She decided to go and see if he needed any help, stashing her bundle under a rock to come back to later.
"Hello!" She called out as she approached, hoping to avoid scaring him. He didn't look so good though and she tilted her head, watching him with concern. "Are you okay?" She asked hesitantly. He was the medicine cat, not her, but her instincts told her that something just wasn't right.
