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.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay...so for the sake of clarity I'm just gonna repeat everythin' youse literally just said - don't...don't question it - and you tell me if there's anythin' I missed. 'Kay? Kay."
Four cats sat around inside of a slightly cramped den, staring at each other while awkwardly conducting a meeting. The one who spoke was a slender, ragged-looking brown tabby with a missing eye, and appeared to have just started growing some actual fat around his ribs. This cat was Ratstar, the newfound leader of Summerclan and currently the newfound owner of a panic attack, as he tried to make sense of the politics around this job magically gifted to him by freaky starry ghost cats.
"I am the leader of Summerclan, one of four wildcat cults in the mountains, and one of eight total...more or less. Your ghost ancestors, Starclan, have given me nine lives, which I really appreciate, by the way; nice to have people who actually believe in ya for once. Also I'm kinda immortal now, which is neat. We don't got any enemies from the get-go, but the ones to watch out for power-wise are Dayclan, Sunclan, and Winterclan. If one of 'em attacked us tomorrow, we'd probably be screwed. We have, eh...two dozen-ish fit felines who can fight, but you've got no natural defenses, your battle training is laughably basic, not to mention half of youse fightin' cats would rather care for plants. Have I missed anythin'?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 30, 2020 20:00:11 GMT -5
"That about sums it up," Graythorn replied in a matter of fact tone. "Not to mention it would put a huge strain on my herb supply if there's any fighting. Leafbare is particularly hard as it is without any battles." He shifted around a little to find a more comfortable position. He could easily sense the fear coming off their new leader and mentally took stock of his herbs that treated anxiety. He would take Ratstar aside after the meeting and give him some.
Lemonspeckle took up a majority of the cramped space, his large frame pushed against the walls to make room for the others. He listened to their new leader, his whiskers twitching with amusement as the tom went over everything they had told him so far. "I don't think the other clans will be too keen on battle right now. Everyone is pretty weak during leaf-bare; it's not usually the time for fighting and injuries," he tried to reassure the tom. "And yes, some of our cats do spend a majority of their time working in the gardens and tending the plants, but we also make sure they are battle ready if need be," he added. He was never a huge fan of half their warriors working in the gardens, but it was necessary. Plants never grew well on their own close by for some reason.
Ratstar let out a long, tired sigh. If he had hands, he'd probably be pinching the bridge of his nose right now...even though cat noses definitely did not have bridges. "And yet everyone's been harping on about how the warm season is coming in fast," he pointed out, glancing outside of the den. Snow was indeed falling in small, glittering flakes, but there were far more patches of plain dirt and grass than anything covered by snow. "I'm beginning to think you folks' problem is plannin' ahead. The good weather will be bringin' in kits for us" - his single eye drifted across camp, to where Mudthistle and her mate were busy moving her nest over to the Nursery - "And for our competition, which means we'll all need more grub than ever. Say what you will, but I ain't trustin' any of our 'neighbors' as far as I can throw 'em."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 9, 2020 15:55:33 GMT -5
"That's a good policy to take," Graythorn agreed. Even though medicine cats act beyond clan boundaries, other cats should beware of cats from rival clans. "Unless a mutual enemy or event threatens us, we shouldn't be too cozy with our neighbors. That can only lead to disaster."
“I agree as well. None of us our wanting to be best friends with the other clans,” he started, his ears dipping back slightly. “But that doesn’t mean we should make enemies, either. We need to make sure we are just worrying about ourselves...” he glanced out of the den, his eyes following the expecting mother as well. He missed when his kits were all so small. He hoped they’d never have to go into battle against WinterClan, but he knew they were more likely than any of the other clans.
Ratstar blinked in slight surprise that the two were agreeing with him so easily, given that there were a lot of clan culture and tradition that he was still stuck on learning. "In any case," he continued, trying to sound as confident and in charge as a cat on the edge of getting a migraine could possibly sound, "I think that we can temporarily set aside any major concern for Dayclan and Sunclan for now: from what you've all been tellin' me, they're sorta too far away to be any immediate threat; marchin' all the ways over 'ere would be more trouble for 'em than what it's worth....tell me about our...closer neighbors instead. Springclan, Fallclan, an' Winterclan. How are we with 'em right now? Love 'em? Hate 'em?"
Lemonspeckle's gazed snapped back to the new leader, bringing his thoughts back to the den. "We have no quarrels with SpringClan," he started, thinking about their borders toward the north side of their territory. "FallClan is usually on pretty good terms with us, although lately they've been kind of tense about the trees along our border. And then there's WinterClan..." he paused, wondering how much to say. The tom didn't like to stereotype - especially about WinterClan. The deputy was half-WinterClan himself, not that he announced that. He only knew darkness from his short time there with his father. "They are probably our most aggressive neighbor. Though that doesn't mean that they always cause trouble."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 19, 2020 13:46:07 GMT -5
"I wouldn't really expect trouble from WinterClan," Graythorn meowed. "It's true they're nothing but trouble and have hearts as cold as their land but we really don't have much they would want. Sure, our prey runs better but they can't tolerate our warmer climate. Besides, the only place our borders meet is at the gathering place and that's just a junction of all four mountain clans. The only trouble we might see from WinterClan is an occasional raiding party to steal prey and that's not too often. I'd say FallClan's our biggest threat at the moment."
Ratstar hummed in consideration, thinking over his Deputy and Medicine Cat's words. It was quite a weird dynamic they had with their neighbors. From what he had attempted to gather earlier from the other warriors and apprentices, Springclan was very obviously not a problem, thanks to the lake that separated them. Perhaps he should take a walk along the shoreline to see how far it stretched. Winterclan was spoken of with the most overwhelming hostility, but if their borders didn't meet, and their territory unsuitable for them, it sounded like a feud in name only. Which left Fallclan. "Not gonna lie to youse, that Fallclan treeline is unreasonably long. Just...too long. Who in Starclan's name allowed that to happen? But, besides the point, if they're our only immediate threat with any other potential ones stuck behind natural barriers, that's not a bad deal. We should take more advantage of that."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 24, 2020 20:18:08 GMT -5
"So what do you propose?" Graythorn asked. He was wondering what a cat who lived in twoleg place all his life thought about something so counter cultural to him.
"Well for one," Ratstar began matter-of-factly. "We should probably make sure every member of the clan knows how to swim. We have too much water here to not take advantage of it. Plus it could save a cat's life in the case of a freak accident."
“I think that’s a good idea. In fact, I think everyone should have to at least learn how to swim,” Lemonspeckle decided, right then and there. Little did they know that in the near future it would have a huge impact. “The kits could even start early right here in camp. They could practice their leg movements in the brook. We could hold a large training session every week or so. Kits could fall in and drown if they sneak out in the night. Just because it hasn’t happened doesn’t mean that it won’t.”
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 2, 2020 15:32:22 GMT -5
"Actually swimming has always been a part of apprentice training," Graythorn meowed. "Or at least it was supposed to be. That was one of the first things Dreamchaser trained me to do. She said since there were a lot of waterways in our clan, I needed to know how to swim." He shifted his cramped legs into a slightly different position. "As for training kits, that's a new concept. Our territory changed some because of the flood. The stream never went through the camp until now, so the necessity of training kits never came up." He turned his gaze onto Ratstar. "The stream that's now in our camp used to flow several fox lengths from the camp entrance. The flood and crumbling mountain altered it's course slightly."
