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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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.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Aug 3, 2020 22:38:58 GMT -5
Roachpelt scoffed, "nothin' nice about it, Rat. But I reckon I'll live." He paws sunk into the soft sand, squishing between his toes in an incredibly unpleasant way. "Cats ain't meant to be in water, it's unnatural," he grumbled, though good-naturedly. He moved forward with purpose, the soft tug of the water flowing past him sending a small chill through him, the sun didn't warm him as it did Ratstar, not at this age.
"Don' tell some of o' our cats that," Ratstar warned with a laugh, trudging forward across the stream. "Apparently Summerclan's line and the former Waterclan's are pretty well mixed together; more cats than ya think 'ere know how t' swim and catch fish. I think it's a useful skill t' learn, considering all the water 'round." Finally making it to the other side of the river, the leader heaved himself up onto the bank, and shook out his fur like a dog, water droplets spraying every which way.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Aug 13, 2020 11:30:29 GMT -5
Scrambling out of the water, his fur plastered to his sides making him look sickly, the tom shook his pelt out much like Ratstar did. He stumbled a bit, his balance messed up from the shaking, and grunted his disapproval at Ratstar, "well I ain't WaterClan or SummerClan and they can take their water gladly. I'll take dry and warm any day." He couldn't argue with the logic however, so he just sat and licked the water from his paws before running them over his face.
