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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BLACKKIT [SANDS] Fur marbled tabby black with hints of silver paired with sharp pale yellow almost green eyes. A slim build with an almost delicate bone structure, one might look at Blacksands and think of perhaps a bird, not a raptor but more a song bird. Long legs and sleek coat, alert eyes and proud stance. The son of Wishingwell and a tom outside the clan, unknown to him and his siblings. Brother to Seanymph and Turningtides. Unbothered by the world around him, he often can't find it in himself to care about anything, rather that be other cats or a need for prey. Often teased that he could be told he was going to die the next day and he still would be unmoved. It is hard to tell if he truly just feels nothing or is superb at hiding it.
WHITEPERCH roleplayed by baewolf There is often a joke made about this small tom actually being a ball of downy feathers. His short legged body is covered in fluffy white fur, broken by muddy brown patches across the top of his head and his haunches. The feathery fur that frames his face curls and twists in a wispy sort of way, giving the tom a very soft and naive appearance. Large, and taking up most of his face are round, golden brown eyes accented with hints of green around the pupil, akin to the scales of the river fish he was named for. Despite his small sweet stature, Whiteperch is full of fire and can have quite the attitude. He is never afraid to let his opinion to be known, and can be quite the flirt when to comes to toms. Though not the biggest, fastest, or strongest, Whiteperch makes an excellent warrior due to his determination and readiness to fight.
OCEANSCENT roleplayed by GidgetGal A plain-looking ginger tabby tom with soft, pale sea-green eyes. As a kit, Oceanscent didn't particularly stick out much, with his older clanmates taking more notice of his bubbly sister Coralreef than of him. The lack of attention annoyed him to no end, so once he became an apprentice, he did everything in his power to have all eyes on him all the time. He's a drama-queen to put it lightly; going the extra mile to turn any minor inconvenience into a Shakespearean tragedy, and every small success into the greatest accomplishment of his life. Most of his clan is generally annoyed of him, but young kits and apprentices tend to look up to him and find his antics quite fun. He's the son of Chimerahunt and Rainsweptwish; two parents that, although being very respected warriors in Waterclan, didn't particularly put much effort into raising them. The only cats that he would ever drop the facade for are his siblings. His brother Reedstalk and sister Scarysiren were both victims of the ripplecough plague, and their deaths still haunt him to this day, though he's too scared to admit it. His sister Coralreef is the only other one that survived, and Oceanscent will do anything to make sure she keeps smiling.
LILYPOOL Roleplayed by Specklepelt A fluffy gray tabby she-cat with soothing aqua eyes. She has a distinct brown stripe going down her nose bleeding into her muzzle, giving her almost muddy appearance. Upon first impressions, she gives off quite the calming aura. A lover, not a fighter. It's as if Lilypool was created to nurture and care for others. Beginning life as a loner called Lily, she drifted aimlessly in life in search of a belonging. Through many different relationships, she somehow found herself pregnant, and thus her calling in life: to bring forth the next generation. In her evasion of two-legs from taking her unborn kits away, she had heard whispers of a warrior cat clan that lives by the waters, revised under a new leader and looking to grow. It wasn't long after she bore her first litter that she found herself in WaterClan, taking on a new name and adjusting to a new life. Lilypool is a very typical queen, fussing about her kits and making sure they stay happy and clean. She doesn't love just her kits, but every kitten in her clan. She enjoys watching and playing with them for the other queens, helping out in any way she can. While she's the last to ever pick a fight, her soft heart is not to be mistaken, as her time alone was not an easy life. Lilypool can easily protect herself if need be, though she hopes her days of constant turf wars is over. She can most often be found in the nursery, rarely leaving camp unless asked to.
BATSEEKER Roleplayed by Oceanix A proud ink black,fierce looking tom with pale orange eyes that shine like starlight in the dark. He was born into a big family with seven other brothers and sisters. Having a big family should be fun right? Well if you ask Batseeker he would tell you otherwise. Compared to his siblings he is nothing special. He was shoved side and grew up in their shadows. The only recognition he gets is that he is Phoenixstar's son. As he grew older he became reclusive and was known as the hermit of the litter. He got his name from his face that looks like a flying fox bat. He is the silent type and doesn't talk much. He normally communicates with his tail, ears or uses body language. As a young kit some cats thought he was mute but it soon came apparent that he just didn't like to talk. Most cat slowly forgot he was even there causing him to over hear a lot of secrets he shouldn't. When it come to social events he becomes shy and awkward and crawls in on himself. There are days at a time were he will disappear from camp for a few days but then returns always with prey in hand. Since he is the leader's son his loyalty isn't questioned openly. Unlike his siblings Batseeker has a slim built and is very agile. Swimming is not his strong suit and he would rather climb trees. He has been known to be found sitting in the tree tops brooding or daydreaming. He suffers from Insomnia causing him to go nights without sleeping. On these nights he does one of his favorite pastimes with is night hunting or practices stalking in the shadows. He does have a cold fierce look on his face, but in reality he is somewhat of a coward. He would rather flight then fight. Even though he seems very cold, silent, and standoffish.
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AROWANAMEMORY Roleplayed by Oceanix A royal queen that rules the waters with an iron fist. She was named in memory of Arowanarumble a former Waterclan medicine cat. This ginger colored she-cat had unique mosaic tabby pattern decorating her fur. The tabby pattern has hidden leopard like spots making it appear like the ripples of scales that would be found on a fish. Her eyes are unique because they are the only dazzling hazel color to grace her litter. She was born to her mother Eclipseknight in Waterclan. Her father Sparkfire died long before her birth in a battle against a group of rogues. She is the eldest of her litter followed by her siblings Burgunykit, Scarletkit, Crimsoneclipse, Maroonkit, and Mahoganysneer. She is in everyway different from her siblings. They being named after different shades of red while she was named after Arowanarumble. Her and her brother Crimsoneclipse are the only two that have inherited their fathers physical traits. She is a bright she-cat that has always yearned for learning. Every since she was allowed out of the nursery she has spent her days begging Elders for stories and following Chestnutspeck. For unknown reasons this little she-cat has always gravitated toward the young medicine cat. She is known for having a big heart with a matching personality. She is also very clumsy and is always tripping on her tails or her own paws. She does excel in the art of swimming and has been a strong swimmer since day one.
BUBBLEKIT [ blitz ] Roleplayed by sinful [ I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air. They fly so high, nearly reach the sky, then like my dreams they fade and die. ] — A beautiful little teardrop of silver and white drifting along the wind as she falls from the sky. There’s a smile on her face and water in her eyes as she dances to a song drifting through her mind. She’s a forgotten child of thunder and lightning, abandoned to an unpredictable fate. Like gray clouds on the horizon, she clashes with the darkness thriving within her and whispering in her ear. She’s desperate for happiness but she can’t find it anywhere. She’s a gumdrop rolling down the lane, wishing her worries away on the tips of stars. [ Fortune's always hiding, I've looked everywhere. I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air. ] — She’s in love with the pretty things, like those who want to own her, another shiny object in a treasure chest of gold. Blue, pink, purple, green... Her findings, rare gems, glisten in the moonlight, reflecting her findings in day to day life. Friendships are hard, finding them is harder, but everyone loves a giver without expectation; this piece goes to the girl who had her heart broken, this piece goes to the boy who lives in fear. There are no gifts for a silver and white teardrop drifting in the mist. [ I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air. They fly so high, nearly reach the sky, then in my dreams they fade and die. ] — Like a puddle of moonshine, sad but not alone, she was discovered with her siblings by an angel with violets in her eyes. She was taken in, pitied but kept at a distance; her siblings were everything to her, until even they found homes in the water. Her puddle remained in the forest alone, surrounded by felines of all shapes and sizes, laughing and singing their worries away, while she trembled and rippled and faded away. [ Fortune's always hiding, I've looked everywhere. I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air. ]
RUSHKIT Roleplayed by Specklepelt A brown tabby tom with jet black stripes and light amber eyes. Rushkit can easily be described as a joker. He has a knack for getting into trouble, always coming up with some kind of scheme or prank. He is a rather smart young kit, trying his best to talk his way out of responsibility rather than just going with the flow. Despite his troublesome antics, Rushkit has a kind heart and will go above and beyond when it comes to helping his litter or clanmates. He’s notorious for going to great lengths to get what he wants. Though, he can’t technically be called selfish for this, as his strong will comes from the satisfaction of being helpful to at least one cat if it comes at the cost of bothering two or three others. A social butterfly, Rushkit finds himself easily making friends with most sensible cats he comes into contact with. You can’t win them all, but he finds that his confident yet defiant spirit makes it easy to get along with most cats from all walks of life. Rushkit doesn’t have any particular hobby or area that he spends his time around, instead finding himself drifting through life, going with whatever his heart tells him to do. kit im so sorry for the spam cleav nfjkhsf heres his joining thread :)
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Post by brightleaf on Mar 20, 2019 13:05:00 GMT -5
DEADSTRIKE Roleplayed by brightleaf A tall, lean messy brown tabby with green eyes and broad shoulders. He was a loner for the majority of his life. He had drifted from area to area, simply letting himself be where ever he was. That was until he met Swangrace. She was the single most beautiful cat he had ever met and she absolutely lit up his life. He tried to spend as much time with her as he could before she had to go back to her clan. He was heartbroken but promised her that one day, he'd come back and become mates with her where ever she decided to stay. He finally got his ducks in a row and began his search for Swangrace and WaterClan, finally stumbling upon them. Kits: slipkit, scorchkit, skipkit, shatteredkit Warrior
Once upon a time, there was a gentle princess, the beautiful daughter of a clan leader; dearly and deeply loved by the whole of Waterclan. And there was also a handsome, devilish rogue, who fell in love with the princess. But then, a terrible sickness swept through the clan, showing no mercy as the princess fled for her life, and for the life of her unborn kits. The story ends with the princess dying, making her family swear to take care of her beloved kits before taking her final breath. At least, that's the story Sliprabbit chooses to believe. A short, fluffy silver tabby she-cat with a white chest, and the softest of clover-green eyes. Of her siblings Skiprose, Scorchsoot, and Shatteredshine, she's the one with the most striking resemblance to their mother Swangrace, and she knows it. She can see it in the eyes of her aunts and uncles when they look at her; a muted sadness and longing hidden behind their love and pride. Because of this, she is dedicated to learning as much about her mother as she possibly can, and hopes to reconnect with her previously absent father, Deadstrike. Sliprabbit is a romantic at heart, constantly daydreaming of finding a true love of her own, and will occasionally attempt to play matchmaker for some of her friends and clanmates as well. A bit ditzy, it's easy for her to get carried away from time to time, but she genuinely has a good heart and cares a lot for Waterclan. Though on land she's as clumsy as can be, her true beauty comes out in the water, where she swims as gracefully as any princess.
Post by simplylight on Mar 21, 2019 11:16:17 GMT -5
THUNDERKIT Roleplayed by simplylight He is a grand stone-grey tom with darker tabby stripes, wild blue eyes, and a witty personality. Thunderkit is the son of Lilypool and his siblings are Swankit and Riverkit. Being the last born of his siblings, you would think he would be small and meek. That is not the case with the large-framed tom. He is impressive in stature and has a bold, know-it-all personality. His siblings are both more rebellious and haughty in nature, so he tends to distance himself from them. In fact, many consider the young tom to be a "mama's boy." There is no one who can get between him and his mother. Thunderkit is an intelligent cat, which is great for the most part, but can sometimes annoy others. He tends to know all the little things that most wouldn't think about. As a kit, he would spend time listening to the elders and senior warriors so that he could learn everything. Kit c:
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Post by brightleaf on Mar 21, 2019 22:35:21 GMT -5
STORMRUMBLE roleplayed by brightleaf A hulking, taciturn blue-grey tom with a round face and bright lightning-yellow eyes, Stormrumble looks intimidating, but once you get to know him he's actually a gentle giant. He has a deep, rumbling bass voice that would sound like thunder if it weren't naturally quiet. The soft-furred tom doesn't have much to say at first. If a cat takes the time to talk to him, though, and is patient when he comes to an awkward pause in the conversation, he is surprisingly insightful. A strong swimmer, Stormrumble could be mistaken for an enormous fish with the way he naturally glides through the water. Warrior
ODDFACE roleplayed by lovelygirl18 Her name says it all; it is neither an exaggeration nor lie, Oddface has an odd face. A gracefully slender feline with swan white fur, tainted with black. A cap-and-saddle feline; from the tip of her ears to the tip of her tail is raven black. She has pink toes and white whiskers. But her face, whether ugly or beautiful is truly is up to the beholders eye. Black muzzle, black nose and a black dot over her left eye. She has a pair of large honey amber eyes. A cat of few words, Oddface never had any friends growing up. Sure, her denmate's would play with her when the Queens told them to be nice. It was always clear to Oddface that she would never be their first choice, and was very far down the list past sticks and rocks. Oddface found sanctuary in the company of her own mind, eventually growing accustomed to only having herself. Occasionally she will smirk and meow under her breath, talking to herself. The back of patrols, lonely hunts. Deep down she feels like she doesn't completely know who she is, perhaps because she never completely developed socially.
