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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11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
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.
The cream she-cat slowly picked her way through the snow-covered territory that she had slowly grown familiar with. She'd spent most of her life her in BrookClan, despite not having been born to the Clan she couldn't help but believe that this as her home. Where she was supposed to be. Momo had been hunting, well trying to hunt, but the cold leafbare season had driven most of the prey deep underground or to warmer places. The feline gave a small displeased sigh as her paw steps slowed, her azure gaze looking around the nearby area in search of any signs of life apart from other BrookClan cats. Her ears twitched as she found a strange set of tracks just a few tail-lengths away. Her maw turned down into a nervous frown as she took a couple of strides to get a closer look at what they could be. Her pink nose twitching as she scented the air. The scent that she found was mostly unfamiliar to her. From what she could discern from the smell it definitely wasn't feline...
"What are you looking at?" Blazehowl wasn't usually alone, but today, Lakeveil had other matters to attend to, and so the intimidating tom was on his own, much to his displeasure. He was of the quiet sort, imposing and large, with a deep, dangerous voice that seemed to reverberate throughout the trees in contrast to his sister's silvery lilt.
