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 pale furred tom sat with his eyes watching the clouds curiously. Bright, clear and pale blue against the creamy waves that covered his body. He'd always held a keen love for the sky, for everything beautiful. And it usually reminded him of past memories, drifting as peacefully and kindly as that of a fluffy white cloud. He let out a small sigh and stood to his paws, drifting out into the territory with a look of weariness. He could see the Windmill; a pair of blue eyes staring back at him. Melodicswan could even imagine his voice, laughing past his ears in that sarcastic tone he always had. His paws had worn a path into his mind, often carrying him on long walks throughout the forest. Without the company of his long dead mate, he found it hard to enjoy the company of others anymore. Like a bristle that pricked at his heart.
He couldn't express the lonely tug of missing Ceruleanmonsoon — he'd been just as important as the very life he was now living, without him. Twitching an ear, his head swiveled around at the sound of rustling footsteps approaching him. Tasting the air against his tongue, he turned himself now for proper visage. "Hello?" he asked hesitantly. He didn't want to be caught unaware by a stranger.
