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.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 23, 2019 0:00:33 GMT -5
GidgetGal only He had no business being out here. Not anymore. Not when he has a whole clan to look after. There was no free air there, though. Nowhere he could just sit and exist, without thinking about the pairs of eyes that watched him. The world outside Primal Instinct had become romanticized, and while he knew he may have been watched more when he left, that didn't stop him. Now he didn't care for Summerclan, it was always too hot and a little plain for his tastes. Normally, he let those Foreign Affair cats and his spy keep an eye over here. Today, he was brought here more by the breeze. One that was chilling to the bone. One that was the complete opposite of the one that blew him over moons ago. A little tale of hops and laughter. But someone else was writing today. And he couldn't help but be curious what would happen.
The world had fallen into a pleasant, albeit somewhat dull, routine lately. Wake up at dawn, eat maybe a shew or mouse for breakfast, go out hunting for the rest of the morning, return to camp, share tongues with Crimsonlife, Graythorn, or Pantherclaw, go patrol the borders with the Redguard, grab dinner, patrol the borders again separately, return to the warriors' den and sleep next to Crimsonlife. That was basically it; day in and day out, with little to no variation between them besides what her clanmates did or talked about. It wasn't anything exciting, but Mudthistle had long since outgrown her kithood dreams for adventure and romance. She'd already experienced both, and was ready to live out the rest of her life quietly doing her duty. Come New-leaf, she'd have kits of her own to dream for her. Passing the border closest to the rouge lands, the sleek chocolate-brown she-cat paused, lifting her nose to sniff the air...and her hackles immediately rose in alarm.
'What is a League cat doing here?!' She thought, quickly crouching behind some nearby undergrowth, and silently praying that she hadn't yet been seen.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 23, 2019 1:01:21 GMT -5
Unfortunately, hiding as a chocolate colored cat in a field of yellow and green did not go well. While the smell of Summerclan smothered the whole area, the breeze that blew from behind him made the scent that remained stand out. He didn't cross the border, choosing to toe it as he walked around. Though when the figure didn't move after a minute, his eyes rolled. "You're not getting the jump on me, and I'm not on you. So why don't you come out of that brush and talk?"
Well, there went that plan. The young she-cat grit her teeth as she considered her options; that voice seemed familiar for some reason, though she couldn't pick out where she'd heard it before, and she wasn't able to get a good look at the strange tom's face from her cover spot. A League cat on Summerclan's border was more than a cause for alarm, and although he claimed he wasn't there to hurt her...could she really afford to take that chance? Mudthistle was a decent fighter, sure, but she was realistic enough to know she barely stood a chance against a League cat by herself. Taking in a breath, her slender form rose up on shaky legs, only to stare in the eyes of one of the most powerful cats in all the clans. "F-Funk E'tan?!" She hissed, immediately getting into a defensive stance, her fight or flight instincts kicking into high gear. "What...what are you doing here?" Her body froze as her mind finally caught up to her, and her fearful gaze switched to a cautious, but curious one. "Are you...are you here to see Fairystar for something?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 27, 2019 1:11:49 GMT -5
"I wander. It's a more fulfilling waste of my time than covering pieces of land with my scent and praying others stay out." There was no reason for Funk to know this Summerclan warrior, but it was nice to be known even if he was Nemesis now. A little respect and a little fear go a long way in the bengal's eyes. And even if he wasn't a necessarily better fighter than this she-cat, he at least had the impression he was. Which was all he needed. "Ease up a bit. If there was more to this, it'd already be done and you wouldn't see what had happened before it was too late." As much as the League cats were itching for a fight, he wasn't planning on stirring up trouble right on their border and by himself.
The warrior winced at the Nemesis' words, fully coming to grasps with how reckless she had acted. What would have happened, if he actually had decided to attack her? Which of her clanmates would be the one unlucky enough to discover her body? Who would break the news to Crimsonlife and Greythorn? The thought alone was terrifying and sobering to think about. But it did the job in getting her to calm down. "I...thoroughly apologize for my disrespect, Funk E'tan," she meowed evenly, dipping her head politely to the leader. "If I may ask, what brings your wanderings to Summerclan, of all clans? It's a long hike from Primal Instinct, from what I've heard. And while I believe our meadows are quite lovely, I'm not entirely sure they're worth such a long trip. Is there something, in particular, that you're looking for?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 31, 2019 14:04:17 GMT -5
Heh heh. Being Nemesis had it's perks, for as much Funk wanted to throw the job and walk away. He knew he wouldn't though; he simply got too much out of it for as draining as it was. It was the situations like this that reminded him how much power he actually had. Seeing the Summerclan warrior cycle through various emotions before dipping her head to him was a power trip he was addicted to. When the conversation turned to his intentions, he craned his head back as he thought. Sobering some, he stood in that position for a few moments before looking at the young warrior again. But the only thing he came back with was a shrug, "Eh. It's just where the wind blew. Besides, winter is the only time this place is tolerable so that's good enough for me."
