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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MORELKIT (Dream) roleplayed by cookie Morelkit is a long-haired tortie with emerald eyes. She is laid back and is the "therapist" sibling because she is always laying around, the perfect ear for her brothers' and sister's problems. To her, she just offers advice and doesn't really think much about it. Her movements are slow and leisurely, her words drawn out and honest. Kit
With fur as dark as the midnight sky, this she-cat moves through her surroundings as effortless as the shadows of which she clings to. Raven, or Raveneye as which she now is called, had to learn to move without being noticed from the time she was born. Raveneye was born with a disadvantage. Her left eye is the color of frost during the winter, blue and cold, while her right eye is completely black. Completely blind in her right eye, Raveneye has had to learn to adapt. She has had learn to move without sound, giving her an advantage over her prey and her enemies. Her black and grey pelt is scarred from her time alone. Many fights won and many fights lost. Raveneye’s mother abandoned her a birth as she believed the young kit would not last, but she did. A wandering loner, Midnight, stumbled upon this half-blind kit and raised her as his own. When she was young, Midnight was tragically killed by a roaming wolf. On her own, she set out to find her place in the world and begin her many adventures. Time eventually led her to Nightclan, where she became a prisoner and then a warrior, earning her the name of Raveneye. Finally, she had a home and family who would not abandon her. Although she has blended in well with her new family, Raveneye still remains aloof and ever vigilant. Habits that she cannot break. She prefers to watch and observe rather than throw herself into the middle of things and remains quiet till she needs to speak. When she does speak, she speaks with confidence and thought. Every word and every action carefully thought out and never aimless. She hopes that one day, she can put her troubled past behind her and build a better future for herself in the home she has found.
Dark (Talon) roleplayed by NovaAmaro She seems to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. Darktalon finds herself in more trouble then she would like. Her long-haired coat is always unkempt and matted giving her the appearance that she’s quite mad. It doesn’t help that she can be seen muttering under her breath when she’s alone. There is more then meets the eye when it comes to Darktalon. Every day is a struggle for the tabby she-cat as she fights with herself and the voices that plague her. These voices never stop undermining the poor she-cat’s every choice and make her feel lower than the dirt itself. It’s the main reason she acts how she does, the reason she pushes others away from her. The harsher the voices get, the rougher Darktalon gets. At times when she finds herself free from the voices, she can be calm and a bit happy in fact. Something that the clan may rarely see. Darktalon was not always like this, no, in fact, the voices rarely ever bothered her when she was younger. For Darktalon those were happier times, but as she got older the voices grew louder and louder. When you see her staring into space, with fear and anger dancing in her green orbs than give the black tabby a wide berth; that is usually when the voices taunt her. Darktalon, the cat with the world on her shoulders and no escape. But perhaps for her things will get better with time, for time heals every wound Prisoner
Side note: if I can't join as a prisoner that's totally fine! I just saw that it was an open position and thought it might be fun ^^
SHADOWKIT(KEY) roleplayed by blessmyskull Shadowkey is a dark she-cat ash colored tips at the end of her fur. Her yellow eyes are pale and sharp, seeing everything that goes on around her. She is observant and patient when it comes to others and does not speak much, unless spoken to. It is just her nature to sit back and watch rather than entertain many discussions. She is practical and is a realist, so much that at times she finds the need to hold herself back from dashing others hopes and dreams. It can be said that she is the one with the most common sense out of her siblings, Stormhaven and Shiveringisle. Her and her silbings were brought into Nightclan by a warrior named Floodfate and she does not remember life before Nightclan. Though Shadowkey is quiet in nature, she is fierce and ruthless in battle. When she fights, she fights will everything she has and losing is never an option. She will defend her family till her last breath is protective over them. Some say overbearing but despite her fierce fighting, styling she is surprisingly gentle and would rather talk out an issue than have it resort to the need for claws. Kit
KOILAGOON roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad “Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.” Life is an endless dance, an ever changing melody. To keep up one must be able to change with it like the ever flowing tide. This is how Koi goes through life, adapting to the current. She carries herself with ample poise and fluidity that her every move looks like a dance in itself. Her fur is a patchwork of black and white, her face divided evenly between the two. Her eyes are two pools of tropical water, that despite their clarity hold a gleam of mystery in their depth. “From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.” At a first glance most would assume that Koi is harmless. Luring you in with her sunny disposition and a smile. They often overlook the devious spark in her gaze. Never one for the side lines, she has always been the type to jump head first into battle when needed. Even when most at ease Koilagoon is ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. What she lacks in size she more than makes up for in agility. Like the sea, you don’t want to be stuck in her path when she rages. As rare as they are, there are moments she lets her usual tranquil demonor fall away and lets her emotions blaze until they extinguish themselves. She isn’t afraid of being herself around everyone, that includes every part of who she is. She’ll be whomever you need in the moment. A friend, sister, a guide, a distraction you name it. “But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction, ice is also great.” There are times that the music stops and even then she does not stop dancing, instead she takes the lead in silence choosing to make her own tempo. When times get hard it’s easier for her than others to let the waves roll on by. Taking this into consideration she never tries to make light of a serious situation. It’s times like these that she is her most gentle and compassionate. Prisoner
Post by Grandmaster Shadow on Aug 14, 2020 17:26:40 GMT -5
DRAGONDANCE roleplayed by Fire Lord Dragon "Leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam." A true prince is deserved his title not for the words said through puppeteers but the heart and soul of one's actions and the ripples that effect change. Often those who are right for the role are uninterested in the responsibility it bestows, while those who believe it's their right remove and exploit the responsibility's intended purpose. This is the basis of Dragon's tale. A faded dark brown tabby tom who's coat is reminiscent of ash in the burned skeletal remains of a forest, shrouding the vibrant life budding underneath. Eyes as molten gold as a winged creature's fiery gaze, at times cold and unyielding, at others warm and fluidly drifting with the sentimentality one learns with loss. In all areas but one, he embodies his namesake: temperamental, fiery, and capable of the undoubted ability to encourage life or destruction with a few choice actions, qualities of fire; wise, emotionally intelligent, and spiritually enlightened, qualities of the masters deep within the heart of the earth; sharp-witted, open-minded, and devoted to obtaining the final result, qualities of an expert riddler with a passion for a game a old as time itself. He, like the legends or myths of the world, lives outside of perceived constraint so that he may live a life far more entertaining than the pre-ordained one he relinquished. How long he'll be able to outrun it, however, is a question only fate has the answer to. "Little soldier boy, come marching home. Brave soldier boy comes marching home."
LITTLENARRATIVE roleplayed by blessmyskull Eager and active. The perfect definition for this charming and charismatic she-cat. Littlenarrative is a born politician, able to convince a tree it is a flower with just the power of her words. Others find it easy to fall for her words and follow through with her plans. Cunning and decisive, Littlenarrative is able to convince the most stubborn cat to respond to her wishes. It’s almost supernatural, but not. The one thing this sandy colored tabby has never learned to do is stop talking. From the moment she was born, words just seemed to fall from her lips in a persuasive and mischievous kind of way. In battle, rather than relying on her skills with her claws, Littlenarrative relies on her wit and skill with words. Though she is a competent in the art of charming and disarming, she is ever loyal to Nightclan and would never use her ability to steer the clan in the wrong direction. Mostly, she is a gossip. The go to source for everything that is happening within the clan to who’s dating who or to who is in line to be the next deputy. Her pale green eyes never miss anything. Somehow Littlenarrative knows everything but, never gets the chance to spy as she always makes herself know when she walks into a room. Warrior
TEALEAVES role played by Stark Raving Mad Perseverance, tranquility, compassion and patience. These are the biggest traits that come together to make up Tealeaves. He is overly calm and composed at all times, something that lots of cats find soothing. His voice is gentle and smooth yet, still firm. This does not mean he will let others walk all over him. He has no issues standing up and speaking for himself. Even his movements are as gentle as the breeze on a warm green-leaf day. When cat's look into his pale green eyes they'll find nothing but compassion. His patience is almost unlimited, the only thing that ever gets a rise out of this level headed cat is when cat's are unnecessarily cruel or violent to one another. His calm and collected temperament makes it easy to treat even the fussiest of patience and keep a clear head even in stressful situations. More often than not he'll do as he's told without question but, he's not afraid to do things his own way if he can think of a better solution. Not without humor this cat can take and make jokes easily without worrying about offending anyone in the process. He has an undying passion for healing the sick and wounded. There isn't a doubt in his mind that this is the path that was chosen for him. Warrior
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 22, 2020 9:34:43 GMT -5
This is an update to Firewind. (Also please add my name to the username in his bio.)
FIREWIND Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle He has a handsome dark orange tabby coat with very distinctive light gray stripes. His light blue eyes are like pools of clean, crystal water giving him a look of intensity. A nicely built cat with broad shoulders and strong muscles, he's been known to turn quite a few she cat's heads. What he lacks in speed and swiftness is made up by his strength and cunning. He especially excels in battling skills but his hunting abilities are average. This tom is as loyal as one can get, an asset to his clan. There is an aura of confidence that surrounds him that is seen especially in the way he carries himself. But even so, he is not a conceited cat but cares deeply for the members of his clan. Firewind enjoys tending to the needs of others and helping wherever he can. It’s even not beneath him to help out apprentices with their mundane duties. He had been NightClan deputy until he was injured in a fight with rogues leaving him with a permanent limp. Not being one to give up, Firewind worked his way back to health, retaining his warrior status. (Family: Mate – Creampuff, mother – Nightsky, sister – Tinyspots, brother – Eaglefeather)
Post by kawaiilesbian on Aug 23, 2020 3:20:11 GMT -5
CELESTIALDREAMER Role played by Kawaiilesbian “Large” is the first thought that comes to mind. It’s a thought that’s followed with unease as “large” is more of a feeble label on a reality so drastic that your mind can only seize up and repeat one word over and over again. Standing at a height of 19 inches and weighing over 30lbs, Celestialdreamer towers over even the biggest tom. Swirls of white and gray mash together on her long furs in an elaborate display of marble coloring — the long furs only further enhance her large existence — making her seem even bigger than her 19 inches. Wide irises of summer hazel sit delicately on her rounded face, glittering with genuine kindness and celestial flecks of gold. Her enormous paws look like those of a snow leopard — if you hadn’t come upon her in Nightclan you might have mistaken her for a foreign cat of Winterclan. Yet, she’s silent as she pads your way — her huge paw prints like dinosaur tracks in the soft earth. Her broad maw opens slightly, warm steamy breath floating lazily past her lips and into the chill air. Her teeth glitter in the moonlight — her thick, powerful canines so long they just dip over her bottom jaw — the slightly dulled ends capped off by a silver metal that shimmers and dances in the starlight. Your heart thuds unevenly as it dawns on you she’s a true war machine. A small sound in the back of your head screams at you to quickly make a life or death decision — fight or die. You bare your fangs back in answer. The she-cat’s summer hazel eyes suddenly blink in obvious confusion and hurt, the pools filling so rapidly with tears you are not sure what to do. Fat tears roll down her cheek as she apologizes to you for the fright. Her voice is low and husky — soothing in a manner you didn’t expect. Like sitting out on a porch during a fall sunset — the leaves just right and the hills alive with the waves and rolls of the ocean of dried grass. She continues on to explain she absolutely hates fighting — terrified of it — and that she couldn’t even harm a flea (trust her, she’s tried). Her choked up confession softens your stance — this is no war instrument. No, this is what you would call a gentle giant. But if not for war, why was she so huge? And what happened to her fangs? She must have been an experiment gone amiss. A neighborhood friendly Frankenstein? Whatever she was, you weren’t hanging around long enough to find out. Your brain grinds back into a somewhat functional state. Your paws tingle as your mind quickly commands your feet to move backwards — fast. You flee — your thoughts continuously repeating a new word “freak”. You’re not mistaken to assume she’s an experiment - in a sense she is. A product of greedy breeding, Celstialdreamer was born into an age of influencers. Everyone raced to be the next big thing — the next big face or account to be drooled over — and in this time pets were a quick “instant follow”. Having a unique or special pet meant instant fame and fortune - a tranquil life of Los Angeles’ $1M homes and ad revenue. Created to became a star for her size and make profits, Celestialdreamer’s first memories were of cages. Cages crammed full of large, dirty, and sickly cats — cats that were grossly over fed on protein rich meat and vitamins to makes them unnaturally larger. They forced the largest to mate and bring kits into this bleak world to repeat the same process as their parents before them. The two-legs considered her a magnificent prize - the grandest of all their cats, yet they shoved her with meat until tears and snot streamed down her face and drool dripped down her fluffy chest. Suddenly, her choking wasn’t caused by the forceful meal but her hate and anger. A screech shook through her breast as her jaws clamped down on the closest two-leg hand, her uncapped canines slicing through skin, muscle, and tendon. Her vision swirled with a vivid red as she rocked her head — teeth clamping into the bone. The two-leg let out a gurgled scream before grabbing her skull and slamming it into the bottom of the enclosure as hard as it could. Celestialdream’s ears rang, her vision blurred, and she tasted blood in her mouth. The assault continued on her head — heavy blows raining down on her body in-between slams. The tiniest crack echoed inside the she-cat’s skull as she was violently flung against the back of the crate — the tip of her fang left behind, embedded in his bone. The two-leg howled at her — chattering its teeth angrily as it grabbed her by the scruff. Her limp body was roughly pulled out of the mesh prison, tuffs of fluff catching on the woven pattern. It gurgled again but this time with glee — lifting her up to huff hot putrid breath across her muzzle causing her broken canines to burn. Suddenly, she was slammed down onto a table — the taste of her teeth coating her tongue — her exposed canine nerves zapping her brain with a searing pain. The large two-leg paw wrapped around her face — shoving it against the table as it shoved a spoon full of molten metal against her damaged fangs. It would be hard to describe the actual noise that came out of Celestialdreamer’s maw that day, neither human nor demon it was a sound that was so full of wretched pain and anger that even the dogs hearing it miles away howled in sorrow. The adrenaline that coursed through Celestial’s frame was breathtaking. Her once limp body surged upwards towards the two-leg’s hand in a last attempt for freedom. Wicked claws sliced through skin and muscle, burrowing into the flesh like a frantic parasite. The awful thing let out a high peak squeal and released the she-cat — giving her just enough space to scramble to her feet and launch herself on to a row of mesh cages. In a desperate attempt to free everyone and cause ultimate mayhem, Celestialdreamer slid behind the crates and started shoving them to the ground. The weight of such massive cats caused the pen doors to instantly bust open as the enclosures tipped. Gravity took over Celestial’s job of cage tipping as an avalanche quickly took over. All the crates crashed to the floor at once — hundreds of giant cats busting free at first chance. Angry yowls and hisses of revenge filling the air, but Celestial didn’t have time to wait behind to watch the rest, the she-cat took off into the forest to start a new life and begin her true journey of peace and freedom. Warrior
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 25, 2020 2:39:20 GMT -5
SUBTLEGLANCE Roleplayed by Flurryofstars Subtleglance is an outgoing and extroverted tom. He is always mingling with others and loves to socialize. He can be a bit flirtatious and quick-witted but is also extremely intelligent and organized. Subtleglance is highly observant and notices every little detail while also being highly skilled with his words. He sometimes goes on long-winded tales about his youth and his many experiences over the years. If it comes off as bragging, then you’d be right. He loves to be a part of something and is faithful no matter what. Adhering to NightClan’s hostile behaviors, he sometimes gets carried away without meaning to. Part of fitting in causes him to make dumb decisions, and he’s been told before that he acts like a bully. In reality, he’s friendlier than most and extremely open-minded, but he fears being cast out for being too welcoming or kind. Maybe his reasoning is ridiculous, but until someone whacks him over the head, it’s what he’ll stick with. Subtleglance is a brown tabby with black eyes. Warrior
CHARMFULSHIELD roleplayed by phantom Charmfulshield is an energetic and flamboyant she-cat. She loves to be the center of attention and is always chatting with anyone she can find. She lives up to her name sake using her charm and humor as a shield from the rest of the world and is never lacking in optimism. She is highly intelligent and proficient in her work, making her a force to be reckoned with. Charmfulshield also has a flirty side to her and it comes out every so often. She is always trying new things and is unwavering in her faith of those around her. Warrior
