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.
MISSION: After the scent of fox was discovered near one of the Springclan borders, the leaders of Springclan decided it would be best for the Noon patrol to track down the fox’s scent to ensure it had left Springclan once and for all.
Members Joining:
Eveningspirit (Spiderheart), Dovewish (Spot) and Madrabbit (Skelly)
Thistlestar stepped out from the medicine cat's den, the distasteful remnants of herbs lingering on his tongue. Since his nine lives ceremony, sleep and rest had been difficult for the newly appointed leader. The constant amount of work to be done and threats such as the scent of fox in Springclan added another obstacle to his lack of rest. Even with the lack of sleep, the young leader managed to always find just enough energy to make it through his days. Thanks to the aid of some foul tasting herbs and the scorning of two Medicine Cats, Thistlestar managed to rise early enough to prepare for the day's work.
Thanks to the work of Dovewish and Finchwatcher, he was alerted to the potential threat of foxes. This was crucial as Leaf-Bare had begun to bring a shortage of prey. Luckily, Springclan had been managing fine in that department thanks to the Trusted who had been working hard to organize hunting groups overtime to combat the issue. Unfortunately, many other large predators didn't have the luxury of a supportive clan, especially foxes. The idea of a fox making their way into Springclan in search of food was much more realistic especially in Leaf-Bare,
Dovewish had just exited the warrior's den, her fur a mess after yet another restless sleep. She parted her jaws in an enormous yawn before arching her back in a stretch. After her stretching, she began grooming her messy fur, flinging off pieces of moss from her nest that had gotten stuck in her knots.
The bright shape that entered the leader's peripheral vision caught the Leader to turn his head to find the sight of Dovewish who sat amoungst herself, grooming her gray coat in preparation for the day. The leader stepped down from the Medicine cat den and made his way over to the she-cat "Good morning Dovewish." His deep voice interrupted the serene silence that graced Springclan camp.
"Oh! Hello, Thistlestar" Dovewish greeted sweetly, looking up from her grooming. She was happy he was the first cat she talked to today, making the day start out great already. "Goodmorning. Is there something I can do for you?"
Thistlestar couldn't hold back that smile, finding immediate comfort in the sound of the gray she-cat's voice. "Actually there is." He spoke up, glancing around the camp for a moment before turning back to Dovewish "I am going out to investigate that fox scent you and Finchwatcher discovered near the border." As he spoke his smile faded slightly as the seriousness of his words began spill into his expression "I recall you offered to join me the other day and I am here to hold you to your words." He paused, his green gaze falling on the warrior den behind her "I want to be safe than sorry, so I would like to also enlist a couple more warriors to join us."
A few names popped into the leader's head, but two names in particular stepped forward immediately to his tongue "Eveningspirit," He spoke up, his mind taking in the image of the ginger and white she-cat, whose expansive mind and capable assessment skills made her a prime candidate for this task. "-and Madrabbit." He finished, finding himself smirking at the thought of the newly appointed deputy. He was a rather charismatic and energetic character, but his combat skills were unmatched and powerful, a force to be reckoned with if the group were to run into any predator.
Dovewish dipped her head, "of course. I'll have them up in no time." The gray she-cat turned and poked her head into the warrior's den. "Eveningspirit, Madrabbit. Thistlestar wants us to go on a patrol to search for the foxes."
Normally one would see a few bundles of fur nestled in their nests, noses tucked under tails and eyes closed to reveal the youth that otherwise hid behind a mask of experience and weathered hearts. Normally a call from the leader via another’s tongue would have them hurrying to meet the tom. But he was anything but normal, so as Dovewish poked her head into the den, what she saw at the center of said nest hoard was a ginger and white tom rolling and twisting on his back merrily. He turned his head, gazing at her upside down, and offered her a wide grin, one that had his tongue lolling out and smacking into his nose.
“Oh, does my darling puddle wump want to see me?” He purred and wiggled on his back, tail swaying back and forth in the air. With a grunt he threw himself onto his stomach and then pulled himself upright, moss clinging to his back. “I always knew he’d see the error of his ways and discover we were perfect for each other. Are perfect for each other? Past and present tense always confuses me, I’m one that believes a nice mix of both can spice up any conversation. Did you know some words can be both past and present tense without changing? Sometimes they can even represent the future tense! No one else really thinks about it, but it’s very important to understand your language, you’ll never know when you’ll meet someone who doesn’t speak it and has to learn.”
He padded forward and passed her, though he kept up his string of babble, eyes focused on her. “Speaking of which — ha, puns! — how do you think we learned? Do you think we just woke up one day and knew? How does our tongue function like that? Or, tongues. Unless we all share one tongue! That would get confusing. Can you imagine if we were all a figment of someone’s imagination? There must be some poor bloke out there who’s thought all of this up! And even now, as he uses his big brain to conjure up our camp and our clanmates, he has to listen to me talk about him in the third person. I wonder if he’s blushing. That’s how you get when people talk about you, did you realize that, Dovewish? You turn all pink like you’re covered in strawberry juice! It’s cute, don’t worry, but also hilarious. I’m personally of the mind that when I get embarrassed, I turn a delectable shade of tomato! Although that’s saying I even get embarrassed, which obviously I don’t, because I believe that means you usually have something to hide and someone’s caught you out on it, even if they don’t know. I have nothing to hide though!”
He pranced to meet with Thistlestar, steps more bounces than actual measured movements. “What about you, my puddle wump?” At some point he’d lost track of Dovewish and was talking to himself until he made eye contact with the leader, which was fine, he enjoyed keeping himself company. “Do you have anything to hide? I don’t think I’ve seen you blush yet, but I’m sure once I do you’ll be cute, cute, cute!”
Dovewish shook her head slowly, a smile spread across her pretty face. Only Madrabbit could ramble on to himself about nonsense that no one could really understand. He was definitely the black sheep of the clan but always seemed to make cats laugh. Although, no one really knew what was so funny about it. Perhaps it was just because Madrabbit was being himself and it was humorous. It was refreshing to have a little dose of Madrabbit's energy every now and then. "Madrabbit" Dovewish spoke to the tom calmly with a voice as smooth as honey, backing out of the warrior's den, amusement gleaming in her bright blue eyes. "Thistlestar wants us to go find the foxes me and Finchwatcher had caught scent of a day ago."
Eyes growing round as saucers, he looked over at the she-cat, standing next to the tom himself, while his expression could be deemed as nothing more than a superb impression of an owl caught off guard by a flashlight. “Ooh, now I see! What are we going to do with them once we find them? I’d suggest popping them into a stew, you know, with food being scarce and all during this time, but our Trusted bunnies have done really well at helping us not starve! I don’t know about you but I really like not starving. Curves accentuate my figure.” He struck a pose. “What do you think, puddle wump?” His eyebrows wiggled. “Am I curvalicious enough? I’m like a turkey! Except I don’t make that awful gobble sound. It always sounds like they’re choking on a piece of branch or a lego when they do that. Their neck jiggles and their eyes for just that moment are wide and dazed. I wonder if it’s their version of dopamine. Dopagobble.” He took a step away from Thistlestar and leaned his flank against Dovewish’s. “Is this going to be a very long journey? Because if it is, I need to grab my galoshes. They’re new and so cute, I made them out of vines and those palm leaves I found on the border. I’m not sure where they came from but they’re very soft. They’d make perfect ice skates.”
He blinked, staring at the two of them. “Are we... waiting for something? Like a punchline? I’m confused. And bored. Sorta hungry. Can we stop for a bite to eat? I bet I’d smell even tastier to those foxes if I also smelled like mouse. Parfume de Mad.”
Thistlestar nodded his appreciation for Dovewish's offer, sitting calmly as he took in the serenity of the camp. It didn't take long for the familar sound of endless bable to shatter the moment of silence. Thistlestar glanced back towards the warriors den to find both Dovewish and Madrabbit making their way back to him, with Madrabbit on a new slew of senseless ideas. Thistlestar couldn't help but smirk quietly watching the two interact. "Please eat something before we leave Madrabbit." He spoke up, his brow rising slightly as he noted the tom leaning up again Dovewish "Be a gentleman too while you are at it." He half teased, his face was stern as he rose to his four paws. "It would give Eveningpsirit some time to get ready." He stopped, glancing at Dovewish expectantly "Please eat something before we leave."
Dovewish didn't flinch away when Madrabbit leaned on her. She was growing used to the tom's unusual behavior. "We won't eat them, Madrabbit. I'm not even sure if we could kill it. We are just checking to see if it has left the territory. If it's still here, we have to come back and get a bigger patrol to drive it out" the gray she-cat explained with an amusing twitch of her whiskers. When Thistlestar spoke of eating before they leave, Dovewish gave a polite, curt nod to indicate she had heard and understood the leader above Madrabbit's rambling. She turned back to the deputy, "come on, let's get some food in our bellies, shall we?" She purred, taking the lead over to the fresh-kill pile. The gray she-cat pawed at the pile, searching for something that looked appetizing to her. At the bottom of the pile, she found a rabbit. "Hey, do you want to share this?" She asked Madrabbit, pulling out the rabbit.
