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.
----> Brokenthorn cast his bright yellow-green eyes around the camp as he sat near the Warrior's den entrance. His eyes narrowed to slits, daring anyone to come near him. In-between his paws was a mouse, that he had gotten from the fresh-kill pile for his breakfast. He glared one more time before crouching down and slowly began to eat his meal. He glanced up every once in awhile, afraid someone might steal his meal or make an accusation against him that get him into trouble. By now he was used to it. He grew up that way, starting with his parents. He thumped his tail lightly as he ate. He stiffened when a shadow fell over him. He quickly looked up, ears back, fur bristling and a snarl on his face. He let out a low warning growl and asked. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, actually. I need cats to go out and hunt. I'm on my way out. Thought I'd ask if you wanted to join." Frostcloud asked, matching his attitude. She was used to being the Keeper, in charge of all the hunters. Unfortunately, with the reign of Wintrystar, she had lost her position. Now, she was just as equal as the rest.
----> Brokenthorn took his time and slowly ate his mouse before answering. "Sure I will go out and hunt." He said as he sat up and groomed his fur, before headed towards the entrance. His eyes narrowed to slits as he neared a group of warriors already standing by to go hunting in the group. He lashed his tail and moved to the side of the entrance away from the crowd and sat down.
"Let's go" Frostcloud announced, heading toward the camp entrance. While the group headed out, she fell in step with Brokenthorn. "Not that I really care but is something on your mind?"
----> Brokenthorn snorted at her and shook his head. "Nothing that can be fixed or ever has been attempted." He replied gruffly as he followed behind the rest of the patrol walking beside the she-cat.
----> He almost chuckled at her. "Help?" He asked her with a laugh. "That's an understatement. No one has offered me any help in seasons, so why are you?" He asked with narrowed eyes. He continued to follow the rest of the patrol.
----> "Well if you want to know, I was born deaf in my left ear, and because of that I was ridiculed, shunned , pushed aside, taken advantaged of and left utterly alone. I was told something and then blamed when it either got done, but wrongly done or didn't get done at all. No one cared if I couldn't hear, no one cared that I was lonely and sad." He spat with anger towards her, not that he really cared, he just let all his anger and pain out and she had asked so he told her.
