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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DUSKSHINE - -A Duskshine was born on September 1st, 2016 to Whiteheart, his Mother and Swiftbird, his Father. Duskshine spent all his kithood and apprenticeship training underneath his parents who wanted him to become the best cat that he could be. His mother taught him to be a compassionate cat to help others and that being in WinterClan doesn't mean that you have to be mean. His father taught him how to lead, how to make careful, calculated decisions based on facts and not with his heart. He carried this attitude with him all throughout his kit-hood and through his apprenticeship. When his parents died he vowed to continue with their instructions and to honor them by following what they had taught him. Now as a warrior, he lives his life with his mind and not his heart. He thinks before he does, and often or not you will see him sitting and thinking, or even mapping something out with a stick on the ground. Duskshine is a believer and a strong follower of StarClan and is often visited by his parents in his sleep and once in awhile in the waking world. he believes in fairness and in giving second chances. He believes that fighting isn't always the answer to a problem. He believes kindness is better than rudeness, and that helping others even if not in your is not a sign of weakness but strength. Duskshine is a brown,white black striped fluffy tom with dark green eyes.
SNOWPAW fall - - A Born on December - 1 - 2018, Snowfall came into the world quiet as a mouse. His mother died shortly after he was born and his father is an unknown WinterClan tom. He was raised by the Clan and often visited by an older tom who everyone says is his Father, but it is uncertain. Though the two do look alike, white fur, long, fluffy and dark yellow-golden eyes, Snowfall couldn't find the words to ask. Snowfall is kind, smart, graceful, cooperative and hardworking. There is never a minute that goes by that Snowfall isn't doing something, even something as demising as cleaning the fresh-kill pile or the Elder's den. He is a firm believer in that you work hard, you will be rewarded, as well as help thy neighbor and do to others as they would do to you. These three philosophies are what guide his paws in every situation. He doesn't seem mean or cruel, but relaxed, ready to take whatever comes his way. He is deeply devoted to his Clan and StarClan. He is devoted to living by the Warrior Code and living every day as though it is his last. He is devoted to his mate and family when he finally settles down. Overall he is your devoted and trustworthy cat, who is looked up to and well often asked for his insight in situations. Student
BIRCH (birchtalon) - Consuela A large, well-built pure white, long-haired tom cat with large amber-yellow eyes. Birchtalon was born to a litter of seven alongside his brother Rowanstrike as a rogue in a notorious rouge group. Growing up was not easy. Rouge life was tough and harsh and resulted in most of his siblings dying young. His father was not in the picture, rather abandoning his family completely to the whims of the rouge group. Birchtalon, going by Birch since kithood, watched as his mother struggled to keep her kits feed and protected from the violent ways of rogue life. In attempt to avoid the harshness of life, Birch grew to be a rather goofy and excitable cat, often taking on a jokester role in order to keep his family smiling. But once he and his sole surviving brother Rowan reached adulthood, things began to change. As two of the largest cats in their group, the rogue leader began to push more responsibilities on them, some pain staking and other too horrid to speak. Both brothers decided enough was enough and planned their great escape with their mother, but before the plan could be executed, their mother was murdered on the discover of their plans. With that, the two left and embraced a more nomadic lifestyle. Joining Winterclan was completely unintentionally, but since then, Birch took a new name, Birchtalon. Birchtalon is still much more of a jokester, taking life much less seriously than before, except when it comes to the ladies. A known womanizer, his slick and charming ways comes easy to him. Birchtalon has a deep and meaningful relationship with his brother, Rowanstrike but is buried under obnoxious taunting and teasing. If anyone could get to Birchtalon, it’s his brother whom he secretly admires and respects greatly. Prisoner
Whoever related winter to a wonderland never had to shovel
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Post by Zacharie on Dec 12, 2019 0:44:42 GMT -5
Fieveridkit (summer) - Zacharie
She is a warm spot in the brutalist of storms. Fieveridsummer is a long haired orange tabby cat with green eyes that hold warmth and empathy, even to newcomers albeit she practices caution. She is a breaker of tradition like that, believing in exploration, change, and testing things out even if it's just to get her paws wet with experience. She craves that experience and knowledge, and isn't afraid of much because of it. That is her biggest strength, and her greatest weakness as it gets her into trouble when she bites off a little more than she can chew. Fieveridsummer is also an empath, often understanding others troubles and liking to listen to them when they need, being mindful of their secrets- other cats find her welcoming that way, and safe to tell her almost anything. Being an empath, it is hard to find Fieveridsummer in a bad mood. She deliberately chooses to be the optimist, and hide any foul mood of hers because she knows how much a bad mood can hurt others. While she may be a gentle cat, Fieveridsummer is a hard headed one, often being described as "pigheaded" in a loving way. When her mind is set on something, especially when she believes it to be the right decision, almost no cat can dissuade her from it. Youth
LIONWHISPER - Consuela A long-haired ginger tom with piercing amber eyes. His statue is tall and his frame rather large and well built under mountains of tousled ginger locks that only amplify his already large person. Despite the intimidatingly large frame, Lionwhisper is quiet and gentle, highly conscious of his strength and power. He is rather quiet and soft spoken for a tom and rather observe than be in the spotlight. Though he is rather shy and reserved, once he has opened up to you, he can be talkative, always having something to talk about such as his own dreams of being a great Soldier as well as a killer sense of humor paired with effortless sarcasm. He is quietly ambitious, always aiming to hit his goals and do the best of his abilities to help his clan making him one of the loyalest Soldier Winterclan has seen. He has very little close friends, but his closest easily is his younger sister, Foxleap whom he cares for dearly. The two grew especially close after the death of their parents from a rouge attack when they were just apprentices. After that, the two were left orphans having no one else but each other to depend on for some time. That tragic event became a catalyst for Lionwhisper who now pushes himself to be better, not only for his own sake, but for his sister and his clan.
WHITEKIT cloud - - A With fur the color of white snow, fluffy and soft to the touch, almost like silk, it's no wonder that this she-cat was named Whitecloud. Her eyes are a mesmerizing bright green, like emerald stones that shine green like a stop sign or a green stone underneath the beam of moonlight. That is the picture you get of this she-cat. A green emerald stone in the stone with the moon's light shining down on it. Blinding right? Yes. That would be one way to describe Whitecloud, she is striking to look at, but deadly to interact with. She is a cat who does what she says and says what she wants, she speaks her mind, even if it hurts someone else. She doesn't lie and tells it as it is. Other's may not like it, but she simply doesn't care. She cares only that the truth is out and hates it when others lie. One lie, in particular, is unforgivable. Her Mother, Berryseed, lied about being non - Clan - Born, even though she was. Her Father, Anthill, also lied and said he was faithful to his mate, but wasn't. he had another mate and she died giving birth to still-born kits. Her parents died soon after her 3rd moon, 3 Years Old. Her mother died of a snake bite to the side and her Father died of Black-cough. Whitecloud is 100 % loyal to her Clan and Ancestors. She obeys the laws that they have set down for her and the rest of the Clan to follow. She hopes to one day have a family of her own. She was born on September - 1 - 2018 in WinterClan. Kit
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Dec 17, 2019 18:40:45 GMT -5
RAVENSARA - neverforgotten A smoke-grey she-cat with clear green eyes. The adopted eldest daughter of Stormsurge, Ravensara behaves like any good soldier would, following the rules perfectly. But she also has a fun loving side. Once you crack her shell you see a sarcastic, smart, witty she-cat with a taste for new experiences and a love for all things dangerous. She is a dare-devil, addicted to adrenaline and the shock of near death. Ravensara doesn't want to die, she is love with life, but she does like being reminded that she is, indeed, alive. You'll see that in battle. Often taking on opponents stronger than her, or finding predators just to feel the thrill of battle. She isn't sadistic, evil, or bloodthirsty but that rush, that feeling. She loves it. Soldier
LIMINALGOLD - ian Liminal [adj] of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or condition; in between, transitional. What a perfect name for the feline whose loyalties swing and who enjoys the borders between here and there. She finds them exciting, the same way that it is exciting to stand on the edge of a mountain top and hope you don't stagger over. The liminal spaces of reality are the dangerous ones, after all, especially when you reside in a group that believes that blood runs thicker than water. Liminalgold is a large white she-cat, one of standard WinterClan build. It's strange, then, that her temperament leaves her blurring the lines of what is acceptable for a WinterClan cat. Her eyes, like her name sake, are a deep golden. Soldier
FROZENKIT blossom - Kat13 A puff of delicate, white smoke. Eyes that set the snow ablaze. Frozenblossom is a small, fragile she cat with a fiery spirit. Though it is often annoying when one gives out insult after insult, yet cannot take them when they are directed back at them, Frozenblossom is charming enough that she makes it work. Frozenblossom has long, wispy, all white fur and bright, beautiful yellow eyes. These features make her look even more delicate yet intriguing. Kit
SNAKEFANG - pLuto Description: Snakefang is a gray tom with horizontal zig-zag stripes that are a darker shade of grey, almost black. He is the owner of a pair of light green eyes and large fangs, resembling that of a striking serpent. Just like the terrain he grew up in, he's a little rough around the edges, but he's not all that bad of a tom. Willing to take on the tasks that others would rather not do, he's not afraid to get his paws dirty. He's not afraid to speak his mind when the situation calls for it, but he usually keeps to himself, but dont let that deceive you. Deep down inside, though, he loves to train, especially for fights. Conflict seems to fascinate him, but not in the twisted way that seems to consume other cats, although he does have moments. He's mostly battle smart, but still able to compete mentally with the best of them. Loyal to his clan, he wants to be the best he can be and a reliable defender of WinterClan.
Post by spottedhead on Dec 23, 2019 0:44:03 GMT -5
FOXLEAP - Spottedhead She was raised in Winterclan along with her brother, Lionwhisper. The two had grown up as kits to apprentices to adulthood. Althoug he is older than she is, she is more outgoing and charismatic. She’s very playful and relies on her brother for help when needed. And she, too, will help him when needed. The two grew especially close after the death of their parents from a rouge attack when they were just apprentices. After that, the two were left orphans having no one else but each other to depend on for some time. Rank: Soldier?
CLOUDKIT weaver - komiharu Cloudweaver is a white and pale brown tabby tom with pale, narrow blue eyes. A known troublemaker and general pest, Cloudweaver is allergic to hard work, and his creative ways out of his duties make him one of WinterClan's less popular soldiers. Sociable, but overly sarcastic and often cruel with his words, he has very few true friends and likes to keep any acquantainces he does make at tails-length, with some notable exceptions. Cloudweaver has many insecurities ranging from anxiety over his personality flaws to issues with his physical appearance in general, but likes to hide it under layers upon layers of false bravado and crude jokes. kit c:
SEASALT - komiharu A scraggly-furred feline, with a grey-flecked white pelt and narrow blue eyes. Born into a family of loners, Seasalt lived with their single finger father and their siblings after their mother died of greencough. The family lived in relative peace, until they were attacked one day by a band of rogues, with only Seasalt surviving the attack. Seasalt swore to track down the rogues responsible, and spend the better part of a year traveling across the forests until they had slaughtered each and every member. After that, they decided to use the skills they'd learned tracking their family's killer and make a decent living out of it, and became a tracker 'for hire' - taking up a contract, finding their target, and reporting back to gain something in return. All was well for a few years, until Seasalt took the wrong job one fateful day and was caught accidentally trespassing in WinterClan territory. Now, Seasalt lives as one of the Clan's prisoners, but they're pretty sure they won't be sticking around for too long - after all, they still has a contract to complete. Apart from the occasional moments of blinding rage, Seasalt is a pretty laid-back cat, and enjoys spending their free time relaxing by rivers, simply watching the world go by. They get along easily with most cats simply by virtue of being quiet, but doesn't particularly enjoy spending a lot of time with others in close quarters. Seasalt believes in the power of honesty, integrity, and sticking to one's word; they will never break a contract if they can help it, even if the target takes moons and moons to find. They have made it a personal rule that they will never kill their targets- however, cats who don't hold up their own end of the bargain are a different story... prisoner? :3
The world around her could easily be a dream, and her dreams could very well be a reality. Half the time, it’s hard to differentiate the two. Who’s to say, when she wanders through the the snowy wasteland that is WinterClan, that she’s not actually peacefully curled up in her nest? Sometimes she feels like maybe she doesn’t exist at all, that she’s just watching someone else move and think. It’s a strange sensation, but she’s used to it. Camellia’s pale blue eyes shine wide with countless worries, her voice gentle yet carrying a bite to it. She doesn’t much like interacting with others. Really, she dreads it. But loneliness is a beast that she can’t fight. She’s tried. She has a strange longing for the comfort of others, but the avoidance is there all the same. It’s confusing and contradicting and doesn’t make much sense, but nothing makes much sense to Camillia. She found WinterClan during her travels, a rogue who never really felt like she belonged anywhere. She had an accident in her youth, fallen into a river and barely, just barely survived. She hardly remembers it, but something about being near water gets her heart thumping and her head spinning.
Her fur is a soft, greyish-white. She herself is a fluffy wisp of thick fur and strange wandering. And while she may sometimes say something she didn’t mean to, her come off as aloof, she (most of the time) means well.
MINTLEAF - LOST Mintleaf is a gorgeous, long-haired she-cat with a coat of smoky gray. Her eyes are a brilliant, clear, pale green. Mintleaf is a feisty, sharp-tongued cat, her mouth usually working faster than her mind. She is always defending herself to others, though she has no need, as she has proved herself time and time again. Mintleaf was born in SummerClan — the offspring of a SummerClan she-cat and a WinterClan tom. When Mintleaf had hardly opened her eyes, her father came to SummerClan one night and forced Mintleaf, her siblings, and her mother out of camp and to WinterClan. Mintleaf’s mother, once away from her clan, fought the tom with tooth and claw, but it was all for not. Her mother died, littered with deep, gutting wounds. Although young, Mintleaf has never been able to push the image from her mind. Her father held her and her siblings as his own prisoners in WinterClan, despite their blood. He pitted them against each other, forcing them to fight and train to be the best. He drove two of the kits to their graves, weak from the cold and their wounds. Mintleaf and her remaining litter mate, Lemonspeckle, were only eight moons when they stood together against their father and killed him, avenging their mother, their lost brothers, and all the others that had been affected by their father’s cold heart. The two apprentices, at the time, never spoke a word of their father’s death, nor was his body ever recovered. Mintleaf stayed behind in WinterClan, knowing that she belonged in the cold, in the ruthlessness. She felt it was what she deserved for what she had done. Lemonspeckle returned to their old home in SummerClan. Mintleaf fits in well with her clan, an avid fighter, cold to outsiders, and sometimes even those in her own clan. She lost the ability to trust anyone, though she makes a good show of it. Deep down, she is lonely and knows that she is destined to live with the hanging shadows of her past forever.
FROSTINGCHARM - -Wilderness. In places where survival becomes paramount to everything else, the inevitable paradigm becomes adapt, or die. The values which guides one to their ultimate destiny becomes not that of their own choice, but that of striving for the end goal of merely surviving. This of course is the natural state of all creatures, where nature is oppressive to all living things, and deprives as often as it provides. Leisure, reflection, goals beyond merely living for life itself are therefore the inevitable by-products of safety, stability, and normalcy, and these, typically, only achieved through community and structure. In this way the ultimate goal of survival is distorted, and given the amount of stability, safety, and normalcy a community can provide allows the community and the individual to work at least partially free to forge their own destiny. The state of most clans reflects this, for while threat of war looms just a border away, and the colder months threaten the lives of clans cats in a number of ways, the general rule is that of relative prosperity. Winterclan, by contrast, is an oppressive outlier. Pale pelts mean the difference between a hunt lost and food gained, long fur the line between being claimed by hypothermia on a nighttime hunt or living to see another day. It stretches past mere genetic factors too, for a misstep on thin ice or the wrong step near a cliff edge is a matter of wisdom, and yet no less a matter of life or death. In the harshness of their wintery landscape, conformity and a knack for keeping one's self alive holds more weight than perhaps anywhere else, and it is not a fact lost on Frostingcharm. Nor, perhaps, is it one that really bothers her. In some ways she was blessed with the luxury of "fitting in", in so far as her looks tend to blend into every stereotype of a Winterclan cat ever conceived. Long, thick white fur and a sturdy build perfectly designed for their mountainous landscape, with two pairs of perfect blue eyes to match her frosty aesthetic. From there, a good mix of nature and nurture formed a cat that seems to work perfectly within the system she was handed. A perfectionist, a detail-thinker, charismatic in the sort of way that only living under the endless smoky brew of snow-heavy sky and being walled by the brooding muted emerald of pine trees can create. There is a bravado to her that is both as illusionary as it is real, and a sharpness that holds a posh sort of charm to it. She is a creature indisputably made for the ice, because the ice made her. Soldier
