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.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay. He was fine. He would be fine. Yes, very fine. It was just—just so sudden. Mistyviel had gotten sick, packed up, and shipped herself off to SunClan. Leaving Cinnamonpaw—now Connamonswirl, as the sole medicine-cat of WinterClan. This was fine. This was his dream, was it not? Yes, and he’d do a dang good job at it. He would be fine. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, newly named Cinnamonswirl padded out of the medicine-cat’s den, now lonelier than ever. He should start with something simple. He needed more rosemary.
Stepping out of camp as if he were a new, terrified apprentice, he walked quite slowly to his destination. Near the edge of WinterClan territory sat some rosemary bushes, and that’s exactly where he needed to be. As he began walking, Letting his thoughts relax, he calmed down. Having barely slept last night, he was a bit drowsy and clumsy on his paws.
“Oh, hey, there they are.” He whispered to himself, bounding over to the plants. He admired their purple flowers, wilting now that fall was basically here. Picking the stems delicately, he eyed the pile that was becoming increasingly larger at his paws. Yeah, he’d be fine. Faith ❤️
