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!
News & Updates
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.
Thank you for your interest in PI! We are a long-standing, fairly active revolutionary group. Our lovely Warden PrimordialHaze has stepped down due to personal reasons, so we are in need of a Proxy and a Warden. You are eligible for Proxy no matter what positions you hold, but you cannot hold a leadership position if you want to be Warden.
If you have any questions about the positions, please read over this thread.
------
Application
General Information
Username:
Name/Nickname & Pronouns:
How often are you on WCC2?:
Have you had any leadership experience on this site?:
Have you had any experience with coding?:
Position that you want (Warden or Proxy):
Cat
Cat’s Name and Biography:
Roleplay example (paragraph or link to a thread):
How well does your cat interact with others?:
Additional
Note: please MESSAGE me with these answers, do not post them on the thread. This is just to get you to navigate the threads and PI page, it should not take you more than 3 minutes to find these answers.
Who was the fifth Nemesis of PI?
What was the name of the second plot phase in Ascension?
How many prison guards are there currently?
What additional information do younglings have under their biographies?
-------
Tips
1) PI may be full of unhinged cats, but it is rare that these cats rise to power. Keep in mind that your cat should be somewhat composed and able to interact with others.
2) Quality is far better than quantity when it comes to biographies
3) Don’t let your lack of experience stop you from trying out! I will be judging from activity and this try-out thread, and giving thorough training to whoever is chosen as Warden.
If you get the position of Warden, you will be expected to make 15 contributions per week to PI threads. In addition, you will help add cats from the joining thread, create ceremonies and manage Activity Checks- not every time, but enough to get used to how these things run.
If you get the position of Proxy, you will be expected to make 5 contributions per week and participate in group-wide threads.
How often are you on WCC2?: I check Classic everyday and attempt to reply to my threads everyday but the last few weeks my activity has been a bit abnormal because its nearing finals week for my college, and I will admit most of my little site spent on Classic the last few weeks has been dedicated to Absum Lux. But this summer my work schedule is extremely open for me to dedicated lots of time to Primal Instinct. Monday-Friday I will work 12pm-6pm with weekends off.
Edit: I have actually learned my official work schedule : 12:00-6:00 pm Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Tuesday I work from 8:30 - 6:00 pm. Fridays I work 3:30 pm to 6:00 pm.
Have you had any leadership experience on this site?: I feel like I have a decent amount of leadership experience on this site. I was Brookclan's Co-deputy, Deputy, and Leader back in 2016-2017 and Earthclan's Deputy and Leader 2017-2018. I've been Overseer x2 for Toxicity back in 2015 and 2016. Absum Lux General x1. Other staffing positions I've held on Classic I was once a helper mod back when I was Toxicity Overseer for the second time. I've been PI Shaman x3 and PI Mage x1, I've been Moonclan MCA, Toxicity's Novice (MCA), and RR Guider Superior. While I know these medical positions are not necessarily leadership roles I was considered part of the staffing and helped with the staff decisions and got experience from being apart of these groups staffing.
Have you had any experience with coding?: While I don't have experience creating layouts with code. I am getting the hang of editing code and slightly fixing problems that comes with it when editing the Absum Lux page. I am also taking a class next semester that has to do with coding websites, layouts, and art.
Position that you want (Warden or Proxy): Warden , but I would be willing to take a Proxy position if it was offered to me.
Cat
Cat’s Name and Biography:
Moria The bitterness of the sea shows her mighty wrath as it violently crashes against the rocky shores. Her dark churning waters creating a dangerous environment. Moira the name of many meanings. She is the "bitterness of the sea" carrying out her judgement of others in ways she sees fit. Moira is also known as "shared destiny" something she has always shared with her twin sister Veda. The two she-cats connected emotional and mentally to each other since birth. Their other sister Nia was sacrificed so they could grow to their full potential. While she had bonds with her other litter mates Apollo and Ridge. Her sister Veda was the one she grew the closest to. Her sister to her was the Moon that pushed and pulled her, grounding her to this Earth.
Roleplay example (paragraph or link to a thread):
How well does your cat interact with others?: With each character in the clan
How often are you on WCC2?: I just joined today though I would like to think that I will be on every day and hopefully replying. Though I do have finals in two weeks so either I'll be constantly on avoiding work or very scarce.
Have you had any leadership experience on this site?: Not on this site, though I think I held a co-deputy position back in like 2010.
Have you had any experience with coding?: A little bit, I can upkeep coding though I can't create any fancy layouts.
Position that you want (Warden or Proxy): Proxy, I don’t feel like I have been on here long enough to be a warden but I'm not opposed to the position.
Cat’s Name and Biography: Quartz A pretty crystal with no real value. Quartz's mother treated her like a novelty, fun at first then discarded her once she grew bored. Her father is unknown to her as he never came into to see her. She did have her siblings though and they grew closer than most do in the League. The four of them worked on raising each other, building up each other’s weaknesses. Quartz became the ringleader of the group, always leading the charge into mischief or outright danger. They stayed together as trainees, though it was a struggle when her sister nearly passed due to an accident. Quartz ended up being promoted earlier than the rest of her siblings, something that stuck a small wedge between her and her siblings. Yet when the other three were promoted the rift seemed to heal. Quartz learned to take a step apart from her siblings and develop into her own self. She often keeps her thoughts to herself, not willing to share her deeper thoughts with others. That’s not to say she isn’t sociable, Quartz does make conversation and friends. Fully aware of others she does her best to fit in, neither standing out or falling behind. Not drawing unwanted attention is her specialty. She has learned to take in her surroundings and observe her league mates. All this she takes in and stores it away to use later when necessary. At times she can appear cold and unfeeling, but she is not bloodthirsty. Quartz would much rather trick and deceive, using mental pain instead of physical. Deception is her favorite game. It brings her joy to weave tales out of thin air to have others believe. Quartz desires to have more than what she started with, to improve upon her. While it doesn’t have to be power she needs more. Smaller than the average cat, a long thick coat helps bulk her up. Alabaster white fur is accented with faint grey and cream patches, most of which form faint tabby stripes while the rest seem to highlight her frame. Her tail is almost solid grey with thin white stripes. Her delicate face is accented with a soft pink nose and large white ear tufts. Her fur grows just slightly longer on her chest giving her a curvy look. Silvery eyes with the faintest hint of ocean blue give her a doll-like look. The thin black outline around her eyes only makes them stand out more.
Roleplay example (paragraph or link to a thread): Thread
How well does your cat interact with others?: I like to think she can interact pretty well with others, though she may hold a quiet grudge if someone offends her. Quartz does require a certain amount of respect and in return, she offers it to others.
Have you had any leadership experience on this site?: EC Co-Deputy / Deputy (x3), NC Deputy / Leader, SuC Deputy / Leader, SpC Co-Deputy / Deputy / Leader, PI Deacon, WiC Deputy, MC Deputy, Toxicity Co-Deputy, RR Deputy, BrookClan Co-Deputy / Deputy (x2) / Leader (not in any particular order)
Have you had any experience with coding?: lots, i coded the BrookClan layout and SummerClan layout as well as my own sites. i'm familiar with both BBCode and HTML / CSS.
Position that you want (Warden or Proxy): Proxy
&&
Cat
Cat’s Name and Biography:
STORY / sinful "It was the night before when all through the world no words, no dreams, then one day a writer by a fire imagined all of Gaia, took a journey into a child-man's heart..." Rainbows flitted by like flag dancers twirling upon cobblestone, flashing green orbs with thick thorn pupils glinting in the light behind a sheer white cloth before they vanished like the Cheshire cat into the wild lands of Wonderland. Soft song accompanies the whipping of fabric through the air, a minstrel's heart spun through instrumental and soft cadences from a gentle voice as if it were gold from the mill of the detested Rumpelstiltskin himself. Confused? Fantastiqué. Amidst the draining colors of day, saturated scene becoming grayscale and ominous, a dark being wearing a cloak of shifting shadow remains motionless – unfazed by the soft movement of the curtains on the breeze, entranced by the look in your eyes. A clawed hand reaches out to caress – black nailed and sharp tipped, pale and cold to the touch, but loving and sweet. Fear as sharp as a blade and as frigid as steel slices through your heart and you're left choking for air on a scream you cannot express and do not dare to allow. Darkness envelops you, it's velvety embrace familiar despite the terror coursing through frozen veins. All is well. Do not fear. You are home. "A painter on the shore imagined all the world within a snowflake on his palm, unframed by poetry, a canvas of awe, planet Earth falling back into the stars." Falling, twisting, twirling in the air; a screech, like nails upon a chalkboard, accompanies your quickening descent. A crash, pain, numbness throughout your limbs. A black and white checkerboard beneath your skin; a grinning face gazing at you before the lid is shut. Doors of varying sizes line the walls, each holding an opportunity and a nightmare. Is it worth pursuing only to be plagued by grief? He stands before you, adorned in black. He bends and tips his top hat, holding out a long nailed hand for you to grasp. Trust me. You inhale a deep breath. I love you. He vanishes, groaning and wailing as his body cracks and breaks, crumpling and disappearing behind a mound of clothes. Though you long to reach out, you're rigid in place, hand outstretched, breathing labored as your skin turns to stone. The pile of fabric, lightening to white as if the ink has been seeped from the material, shifts until a furry, short-haired head pokes out from the mound. A tuft of long dark hair falls over an electric green eye and a smile, devilish but charming nonetheless, accompanies the silver charcoal bengal face of a feline. No longer friend, no longer foe. No longer being. You crumble to dust, pain flaring like hot fire at the base, as he turns and pads away on black toes. I miss you. "I am the voice of Never, Never Land. The innocence, the dreams of every man. I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, a silent kite against the blue, blue sky. Every chimney, every moonlit sight. I am the story that will read you real, every memory that you hold dear." He knows not where he came from; only knows where he is and where he'll be. Who was he? Where was he? When was he? He cares not for the fragile cares and useless hopes of those who wish to reclaim those they hold dear. Everyone changes; some never stop. As he ventures through gorgeous land, beauty decomposing in the nature surrounding, he smiles and falls into a prance. His heart is light even as the face on the back of his head grins sinisterly. It whispers and he cocks his head to the side, a sharp 90º angle that causes a pop throughout his skeleton. The smile drops, though he continues on his merry way. He purrs and presses himself against the closest body, whispering sweet nothings in ears he cares not to identify. "I am the journey, I am the destination, I am the home, the tale that reads you. A way to taste the night, the elusive high, follow the madness Alice you know once did." He is Story. That's all he remembers; that's all they'd share with him. Though he loves them, he finds himself often wondering... why? What is the motive? Why must everyone hold secrets? Do they not know that to be open in their communication, to bare their heart each and every morn until night, to let fly the words that grip the tip of their tongue so desperately is nothing but utterly pleasing? An intoxicating freedom only a select few can handle without terror or regret. He remembers not his history. Did he have a mother? A father? A sister or brother? Did he have a lover? Did he get hurt? Would he ever remember? Was it worth remembering? Questions are for those who find no comfort in what they've been given. Though he's often plagued by the mystery, he allows himself to live in the moment, enjoying what he can of what's given to him. Obedient and outspoken, he's the embodiment of eternal conflict. He would have it no other way. He cannot be shoved into a box with the flaps taped shut. He cannot be brainwashed into a life other than what is his own. Is this his own? "Imaginarium, a dream emporium! Caress the tales and they will dream you real. A storyteller's game, lips that intoxicate, the core of all life is a limitless chest of tales..." He changes on a dime, back and forth; heads or tails, black or white, light or dark, death or life, yin or yang. But why choose one when you can be both? Heads and tails. Black and white. Light and dark. Death and life. The ultimate choice is to make none at all; only then will every path be available to you. "I am the voice of Never, Never Land. The innocence, the dreams of every man. Searching heavens for another earth..."
Roleplay example (paragraph or link to a thread):karma & altaïre
How well does your cat interact with others?: Story's kind of a wild card. He usually gets along with everyone because he can display whatever facet of his personality he wants to whoever it is he's interacting with; he can be gentle and soft, hard and tough, loving and compassionate, dangerous and dark. He's a chameleon, blending in with his surroundings and finding joy in being successful in it. Since he's so unpredictable, it can be hard to tie down exactly how he's feeling; he's only truly vulnerable with those he believes he can trust, which is few and far between.
How often are you on WCC2?: I just joined recently, but I'd like to think that I will be on at least 4 times a week.
Have you had any leadership experience on this site?: No I haven't, though I have held leadership positions on other websites.
Have you had any experience with coding?: A little bit, but not a whole lot. I am unable to make any super complex layouts, though I can make simple things like character profiles and what-not.
Position that you want (Warden or Proxy): Either or is fine.
Cat’s Name and Biography: FABLE
Fable is a she-cat most don't want to have to deal with, after all the cold and bitter cat isn't exactly a best friend to anyone. She's a very manipulative cat; she enjoys bending others in a way that will benefit her and further her on her path to redemption. She isn't the nicest cat and most learn that very quickly. She is strict and often demanding on what she wants done and when she wants it done. She plans everything out to a obsessive compulsive level. No detail can be left untouched. She also comes off as a very cold cat, lacking common compassion towards others even when it comes to them being hurt. She's also very blunt; she doesn't try and beat around the bush, she just goes straight to the point. The entire front isn't so much a cover up as it is her basic need to be stronger and better. When she does warm up and actually doesn't feel the need to constantly outdo herself she is a bit of a better cat. She's warmer and it is revealed that she enjoys the concept of family and can often be protective towards others. Fable was born thirty-two moons ago to a rogue cat and a clan cat. Unfortunately her mother rejected her due to the fact she could not pass as another clan cat's child. She was taken in by her father and the two traveled alone. From the start it was clear that Fable was bitter and cold, just as her father was to her. Her father often pushed the young she-cat further past her limit to which Fable would only retaliate with angry words. So at six moons, her father had enough and took the bruised and beaten Fable at the time to Primal Instinct. She was left with Primal Instinct for six moons and in that time developed good relationships within the clan. She was actually a bit functional within the group, due to them being of similar nature to her. Now, she resides there as a hunter, and she is more than proud of how far she has gotten.
Roleplay example (paragraph or link to a thread): The crisp evening air set fire to her veins. She had an itch she couldn't quite scratch, one that had become quite bothersome. And so, she found herself moving from deep within the kadets' sleeping quarters, her paws taking her from her nest and to the world outside. The moon sat proud above the trees, it's light trickling down and causing the camp to look as if it were glowing. Medusalith sighed. Tonight would be a night for adventure, she was sure of it.
Her movements were graceful as she gently moved across the clearing, coming to the entrance of the camp where she descended. Pushing past the thick undergrowth of the forest, the pale ginger she-cat came to stand on the other side, baby blue eyes looking out and scanning the area before her. Someone had just come this way not too long ago, their scent fresh.
Medusalith had joined BrookClan not too long ago, not even a moon ago; she was still the fresh meat that everyone saw her as. A new plaything, some would say. Someone from the outside was rarely let into BrookClan due to their ways of life, but Medusalith had managed to sweet-talk her way inside. She always had a way with words, despite her haughty persona.
Walking out and away from BrookClan's camp, she gazed up at the stars and let another sight drift from her maw. She had decided to go in pursuit of whoever had just left camp, knowing it was best to make connections sooner rather than later. - The Clouds Overhead Open Up
How well does your cat interact with others?: She lacks basic compassion, so it's very hard for her to connect with others. She is focused on her job, though, and will perform her duties with calculated precision. It is hard to earn her respect, though once it is earned, she will be the loyalest cat you've ever met.
