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.
Rosyclementine touched the flaming stick to the wooden house they'd just gotten done making. "Well, that's that done," he commented cheerily, moving off deeper into the woods. Behind them, at least 80 wooden houses were ablaze, all in various stages of blackened, crumbling destruction. Some were almost gone entirely, collapsed into embers among the lush, green, semi-creepy trees that DayClan had in this one tiny pocket of forest in the middle of the rolling fields which they also had. Humming, he walked off to build more wooden houses that they'd then burn. Lightning cracked and exploded overhead, making everything even creepier. They were in The Blair Witch Project. "What a nice day," the medicine cat said to his lover who had yet to agree to be his lover, Peachstar, "to be out and about with my boyfriend, burning houses in the woods. This is just like the old days before I came to DayClan." Ominous, since he had been born there. What had Rosy been in a past life? Where had Rosy been in a past life?
"You know what I love about you?" Rosyclementine replied, smiling at Peachstar and completely delighted that the leader hadn't denied being his boyfriend; he wasn't going to mention it, in case it had been a mistake. Now it was carved in stone, no take-backsies. Pastelchaos was going to be so jealous. He'd been trying to get this hot ginger studmuffin since SwiftClan and now Rosyclementine had snagged him. Snatched him up. "You're so emotive. You really say what's on your mind and in your heart." Of course, this was an insane thing to say; Peachstar was one of the most repressed guys he'd ever met. But love made you see funny things. "You never let one person carry the conversation. You really, truly give back, and that's what I love so much."
"It's like, there's so much contained in that simple 'yeah.' It's like poetry — you just have to look at that one word, really study it, and there's like a million more words hidden in it. For example, I bet that that 'yeah' really means 'I love you, Rosyclementine, and I'd like it if you scheduled our wedding complete with a thousand glowing lanterns for early August.'" He smiled at Peachstar. "Right?"
"SICK," Rosy screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing his head back and roaring like a teenage boy with his voice cracking because his roblox gf had just agreed to voicechat with him. "Oh, Peach, you're not gonna regret this," he gushed, rushing forward to clasp one of his paws in his own and looking lovingly into his eyes as wooden houses burned around them, spitting up embers.
The physical contact seemed to jerk Peachstar out of whatever absence seizure he'd been lost in. "Oh, Jesus Christ," he muttered, shutting his eyes tightly. "What the--Thane, is that you? What the hell just happened? Why are all those houses burning down? Why do I feel like I just woke up from a coma?" He squinted. "...Is that a burning ember stuck in your fur?"
does peach still think rosy is thane or do these threads all exist in their own separate continuity if not, pretend that says rosy and not thane LMAO
