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.
(A blizzard comes through having started out as a small storm and then quickly turning into a far worse one that forced cats in the area to find shelter. or be trapped out in the blizzard)
A storm would be coming in soon, hopefully, it wouldn't turn into a blizzard and trap those out in the nearest cave or opening as could happen in their homeland. Pineflurry eyed the quickly greying skies, trying to determine how much time he had before it hit and if he'd have enough time to make it all the way across camp and back home. Though, the tom wouldn't mind being caught out in the storm. He loved the storms that rolled through the lands and even welcomed them with wide, excited eyes.
Snow crunched under his feet, fresh from the storm that'd come through the night before. The clan was in the middle of its stormy season, and blizzards could be expected at any moment in their wintery home. Pineflurry could see that the storm above him was moving quicker, the winds picking up. It would seem that the slight storm they had last night was coming back with a vengeance. He'd nee dto find shelter and fast.
A strong gust of wind pressed hard against the rather small pupil as she moved forward, fighting against the gust, her mouth filled with strong tasting sage. Against Earlybloom's judgement, Chestnutpaw snuck out of camp to grab some more sage that was desperately needed. <We can wait it out until the storm passes, we will be fine> Chestnutpaw could hear her mentor's warnings echo loudly in her mind, but Chestnutpaw's ambition to prove her mentor wrong grew to be too strong for common sense. Regret burned passionately in Chestnutpaw as another strong gust of wind blew through, causing her to stagger back a couple of tail lengths. Having been trained solely in the ways of a Witch, Chestnutpaw had very little physical training, making her rather weak compared to her clan mates. Though many of her Soldier clan mates offered to practice and train her in her free time, she turned it down out of embarrassment, but in this moment, she began to regret that decision.
<I have to get back to camp and fast> She thought desperately, her pale green eyes narrowed as winds of snow and ice hit her face, making the she-cat partially blind to where she was going. The rather strong gust died down for a few moments, allowing her moments of peace. A muffled sigh escaped the small cat as she glanced around the white and clouded terrain, mentally plotting her next move before another unexpectedly strong gust of wind blew through the forest, this time catching the she-cat by surprise.
With a loud cry of surprise, Chestnutpaw was pushed off her paws, and rolled back many many tail lengths. The sage leaves she once held on tight to flew away with the icy winds, leaving the pupil in a state of shock and disappointment. Once the wind let up, Chestnutpaw rolled back onto her four paws, glancing ahead of her. Her pale green eyes echoed the fear in her chest as she realized the storm wasn't getting any better.
Pineflurry had headed towards home, only for the storm to creep up on him faster than he expected. Shelter was needed, and fast. Not far from where he was there rested a small cave. More of a hole in the cliffside but better than nothing. Hurrying toward it, he barely managed to not run some..thing over. Squinting against the falling snow and ice, the tom could make out a small figure but just barely. "Hello?"
Chestnutpaw cling tightly to the snow below her, her green eyes shutting tightly as she fought to keep the painful flakes from entering her eyes. Snow covered the she-cat rather quickly, hiding her chestnut brown and black specked fur over a new coat of white. As she remained hunched in the snow, she fought to come up with a plan in her mind. After a few long moment's of thought, the winds blew hard against Chestnutpaw, causing her to freeze tighter up against the snow. <What am I going to do?> she thought as tears brimmed her eyes. She should have listened to her mentor, she should have been more careful and now, she was going to be stuck in a blizzard where no one could find. She had no clue how long the blizzard would last. The longest blizzard Winterclan had endured was easily a couple of days. The reminder made her eyes more glossy with the threat of tears.
The sound of a confused hello caused the pupil's head to snap up quickly, her pale green eyes wide with happy shock. She was met with the sight of a familiar face. "Pineflurry!" She cried, and with no hesitation she threw herself against the tom, gasping in relief as she felt her body immediately warm up with glee.
The sound of a voice, one young and filled with hope, brought a name to his mind. “Chestnutpaw! What are you doing out here! Don’t you know better!” Though, he wasn’t one to talk considering he was out in the storm as well. Grabbing her by the scruff, the tom started back on his way to the cave he was aiming for. If they hurried they’d be there before the storm had a chance to get worse.
Chestnutpaw felt her weight lift temporarily off the snowy floor as she was dragged towards the cave. She stretched out her legs, which were stiff and sore from how tightly she had been clenching, but she pushed regardless, helping Pineflrry with every inch of strength she had left as the two fought through the storm to make it to the safety of the cave.
Pineflurry scrambled inside, moving them as deep into the small opening as he could. the further from the storm the warmer they'd be, even if ut was in a dark, cold cave opening. Releasing the she-cat fro his jaw, the to rounded on her with a disappointed face, like that of a parent. "Care to explain what you're doing out here? Everyone knew a blizzard was coming through and yet you came out in this nonsense!"
Upon entering the small opening, Chestnutpaw could feel herself finally able to take in a deep breath of relief. Still being dragged by the tom, Chestnutpaw knew she was in for a scorning of her life. Chestnutpaw balled up within herself, wrapping her fluffy tail around her small body as she took in the disappointment of the warrior. Her pale green eyes fell down to the cave ground in clear shame. "I-I-I- We needed more sage." She stumbled over her words, her voice shaking slightly as she began to recount her decision making process outloud "The storm wasn't that bad when I left, and the sage patch was only a bit of a ways away from camp." She stopped, her mentor's words haunting her mind in quiet echos. Tears brimmed the pupil's eyes as she sniffed back the powerful emotions that began to grow within her. "I thought I could do it and make it back to camp, but then-" She stopped talking suddenly, her small body shivering strongly in a mixture of cold and fear as she relived the moment out in the snow again.
Anger, disbelief, and worry coursed through the tom. Oh, she was getting a dressing down for sure! The naive she-cat would learn for this and he'd make sure of it! Pineflurry rolled his eyes then moved to her side to help brush off the last of the snow and cold clinging to her fur. The sooner he got her warm the sooner they could escape hypothermia. "Then the blizzard came in faster. You dumb kit. Really, didn't Earlybloom tell you to stay home?" If her mentor didn't he'd be addressing that when they got back. Every mentor kept their apprentices in for blizzards. StarClan's sake warriors wouldn't even go out in this if they didn't have too! Licking her fur to and curling around her, the tom let out with a scolding tone, "hope you've learned your lesson. Blizzards are a no go, got it?"
Chestnutpaw's gaze remained at the floor, a small pout was all that kept the she-cat's tears a bay. Guilt riddled the she-cat's expression and body as Pineflurry began his barrage on her, brushing off her fur of the patched of snow that still clung to her long fur. "I'm not a kit!" The she-cat meowed quietly, her brows furrowed deeply. She was just shy of a year old, 8 months to be exactly, but her stunted size often confused her for a much younger cat. She remained still as the warrior began grooming her, quietly thankful for the warm breath and body that wrapped around her. Chestnutpaw remained quiet, taking the verbal blows Pineflurry gave, sniffling back tears along the way "I'm sorry..." The small she-cat squeaked meekly, finally looking up at the warrior, her round pale green eyes bright and glossy.
"Not a kit, hm? Could have fooled me with that stunt you pulled." Pineflurry continued his grooming, little harsher than he had to be but he was still upset with the younger cat. "Just be glad I found you before it got too bad." He wasn't gonna mention that he has been out here enjoying the blizzard and had planned to watch it from this very cave. The storms had always fascinated him and even now, he'd risk his life to enjoy them. Partially deaf or not, he wasn't missing his storm. Many cats loved thunderstorms, Pineflurry loved his blizzards. They were ruthless like WinterClan cats and blinding like the ice and snow of their home.
Chestnutpaw flinched at the on slaughter of words. Everything in her being was riddled in guilt and shame. Though every being in her wanted to defend herself, she knew that Pineflurry was right, in every way shape and form. Her thoughts flew to her own mentor's whose imaginary look of disappointment taunted the young pupil.
The speckled she-cat leaned into the Pineflurry, her mind feeling weak with powerful emotions. " Thank you for finding me Pineflurry." She whispered, her gaze buried in the tom's short fur. Admitting defeat was something that the young apprentice had the capacity to do, but it didn't mean it was easy for her to do.
The whole day had been a flurry of lost thoughts and wandering paws. This morning had been a good one, really it had, but one harsh word overheard (not even directed at her, how pathetic) and she had run off. Her own reaction confused her. Why was she so upset? She didn’t remember anything related to what they were talking about at all. It confused her, but maybe it was just another thing to add to her long list of forgotten memories. They angered her, but she could never hold onto her anger for long.
The rest of the day she had spent her time wandering absently, enjoying the light snowfall at first. Then it picked up, but she hardly noticed. The wind got stronger and stronger, the snowflakes heavier and heavier, until she could barely see. That was when she noticed the problem. A blizzard.
The wind buffeted at her fur, tested at her face until her eyes were wet with unnoticed tears. Her paws felt frozen. Panic seized her chest, freezing her heart almost as much as the wind froze her fur. What if she died out here? What if they never found her again? Would they care? Probably not. Why would they? Her thoughts raced once more, unable to be contained. Her head aches with an oncoming headache, but she barely noticed.
In the haze of snow and lost thoughts she spotted a cave—shelter!—she hoped she didn’t fall over and die of hypothermia before she reached it. Her paws felt like they were burning. She hurried, her legs beginning to cramp, her fur froze in its place. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she stepped into the cave. She could barely see, could barely feel anything at all. Her legs gave out beneath her and she fell, one of her paws twisting weirdly beneath her. But she was safe.
Pineflurry spotted a shadow outside of their shelter, causing him to freeze midsentence. Blue eyes focused on what his ears could not pick up. He may be close to deafness but his eyesight was darn good, and it had spotted something coming there way. "Don't. Move." Hissed in a whisper as he moved to stand over the younger cat, Pienflurry readied himself for an attack to defend their little cave from whatever animal was daring to come in.
The sudden stiffness in Pineflurry was noticed by the young Pupil, causing her sad, pale green gaze to look up. Surprise was clear in the she-cat's expression as she noted the tom's suddenly serious expression. She followed his gaze, curious to figure out what had caused the warrior to end his parade of scorning only to see a shadow dancing across the entrance of the cave. She froze in place, her eyes wide with fear as her mind began to reel with all the possibilities of what was to come. A fox, a bear, or even a dangerous rouge cat looking for shelter from the blizzard. She pressed herself close to the cave floor, more than willing to follow the experienced tom's instructions, her own eyes glued fearfully to the cave entrance with painful anticipation for the worst...
Camellia lay there for a moment, motionless and flooded with relief. She was fine. She was safe. She wasn’t dead. Her mind heart still pounded, her lungs still couldn’t gather in enough breath, and her mind was still crowded with fog, but she was safe. Her legs trembled as she got to her paws, the limbs feeling like thin twigs that would snap at any moment. Her breaths were laboured and heavy, still trying to draw in air. Her head spun, as it had been for the past bit. She wouldn’t die of hypothermia, but maybe she’d just die from a heart attack instead.
She was safe, wasn’t she? Why did she not feel like it? She felt dizzy. Stumbling forward, she tried to focus on everything around her. It was blurry. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts yet so little at the same time. She was safe! She was fine! She had no reason to panic, said the rational part of her brain. But, of course, the irrational side won. As always.
(@peepingpeeper) "Who's there!" Pineflurry moved a step closer, squinting at the snow-covered figure. It hadn't moved yet, at least not much, and it worried him some. Clearly a cat, but scent covered up by the blizzard's wrath and torment of fallen snow, the tom couldn't pick out if she was friend or foe. Sparing a glance at the pupil he stood over, he chanced another step closer. "Who are you?"
She startled, caught completely off guard with the new voice. Somebody else was here? She wasn’t alone? Could they help her? “I—“ She was cut off by the need to breathe. Her lungs just wouldn’t gather enough air! She looked behind her, blue eyes wide with panic. Her fur stood on end. “S—Sorry!” She breathed out, eyes still blurry. Was she crying? She couldn’t tell. Her head spun, she felt as though she were being pulled straight from her body.
She had to breathe. She had to suck in a breath. Looking around, Camellia tried to focus on her surroundings. She remembered—this was not the first time this had happened. She would be okay. She took deep, gulping breaths. “Camellia.” Her voice was almost lost in the air it was so quiet. She sat up, about to apologize once more. No, that would do no good. She had to just breathe. And so, that’s what she did.
