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.
Soft tail curled around dainty paws, big blue eyes searching out among the moving stream of cats that passed him by. A picture painted under a soft sky with pastels and light strokes. Desperately trying to hide the monster that gnawed that weak bars that caged it. The ever weakening resolve to whittle sharp teeth and sheath wicked claws. Taking after the great-uncle Alexei he never knew, a tsar of long past.
How easy it would be to rip into soft fur, to bite undefended throats, to laugh as he bathed within the blood of those who dismissed him, walked by without any notice of him. Slowly blue eyes blinked and Changeling cocked his head, dumping such thoughts out to roll away across the soft dirt, tail twitching as if to brush unseen distasteful things away. He needed to be calm, needed to remind himself he was no longer a free cat. No longer able to simply go on a day trip, state his bloodlust and then return.
But being within the Monarchy, being within the cradle of an old mother he never knew, it was enough of an incentive to leave such a thing behind. The change wouldn't be so great really, though he was sure these cats wouldn't turn such blind eyes on his rather cruel hobbies as he grandfather had. All he would have to do is curb his temper; he was sure he could do it... maybe, probably.