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.
Cadet Zion didn't really know what to do, he understood the WinterClan cats concerns, but he also knew he needed to be home. He was one of the few cats in the Regime that could hunt, they were already low on prey this leafbare, he couldn't afford to go missing. He hadn't even known this was WinterClan's territory until it was too late. He swallowed hard watching as the WinterClan guard got up, but instead of walking towards him left. He had to blink a few times, but took a breath. That's fine, when the guy came back he would just explain that he was one of the few cats specially trained to hunt and he needed to go back home or else the Regime could very well die, this could all be resolved. The white tom was about the age of an older apprentice and had moppy long fur covering his eyes like a shepherd dog. He anxiously shuffled his paws staring up in the direction of the ledge where the guard had skillfully jumped up and vanished, somehow seeing past all that fur in his eyes. He was tempted to try and jump out himself, but there was still a chance he could try and talk himself out of this imprisonment so instead he waited. And waited... And then asked, "Is there anyone up there?"
