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.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
2,485 posts
Post by simplylight on Mar 28, 2020 20:54:43 GMT -5
Voracity's eyes were the only thing that could be seen in the night shadows as she stalked among the undergrowth. Her jet black coat seemed to melt and blend with the darkened leaves and littered ground. She was still trying to find her way among Primal Instinct's territory, even though she knew she should have known it well enough by now. Her travels had blurred her memory of this place. Not only that, but she was looking through a new lens. Her ears pricked at the sudden sound of pawsteps and she flattened herself down behind a shrub to spy on whoever was approaching.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 9, 2020 18:01:14 GMT -5
To call them pawsteps was an understatement. They were better called the rapid and disconnected of clicking against the cement that only got louder and louder with each passing second. The first thing to dart out of the underbrush was a lizard, wildly running for its life as something much bigger followed it. The large form of Lorelei Manina bolted out right after it. It wasn't too odd to see Senescence's granddaughter charging around like the city was her personal playground. Maybe she took the nocturnal thing too seriously, but any thought of that was interrupted by the slamming of her paw. The final soft scuttering meant the lizard got away, but the punishment hunter didn't seem to notice. Holding something up to the moonlight, her eyes narrowed before she set it down, shaking her paw and sending some sort of liquid flying. " 'Nother dupe. Man, I'm really in the cold now." She muttered to herself, not even aware of Voracity.
