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.
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Ryoma had horribly failed at the berry picking contest. His time management had been nonexistent and he hadn't even been able to turn in a single berry before the deadline had passed. It was a huge blow to his pride. He was the type of cat who love to brag and would have loved nothing more than to be known as the Strawberry King. To be fair, he could usually live up to the hype, but... not this time. He decided to vent his frustrations by training.
Presently the lynx-point tom was at the NightClan border in front of an old maple tree. The tree's bark was gouged with numerous vertical scratches. Way up high, tail-lengths above them, was a dramatic cut in the tree, so deep that sap oozed out of it. A bleeding wound. Takeshi had put that there and challenged Ryoma to best it. He'd never come close nor had any of his cuts gone half as deep.
Ryoma took a few steps back then stormed the tree, kicking up into the air which powerful hind legs as he ran vertically up the bark. This tree had no branches until higher up so there was little purchase, just momentum. When he felt gravity begin to pull him back down, he scored the bark and fell to the ground right onto all four feet. Still nowhere near Takeshi's mark.
"Fox-dung." He hissed, digging his claws into the ground, "That guy is so full of hot air that he can float."
