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.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
6,904 posts
Post by racer on Dec 15, 2018 20:29:04 GMT -5
ROMANCEKIT fable Roleplayed by Racing_Girl Romancekit is a fairly tall, lean, and lithe young cat. His soft fur is color of new fallen snow, and his eyes a captivating gold. He is very cheerful, charismatic, and outgoing one moment, but can also be cruel the next. He attracts a lot of attention from the she-cats in the clan, and he responds with gentle smiles and flirtations.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
2,396 posts
Post by uniqcrim on Dec 15, 2018 21:47:52 GMT -5
ADVENTUREKIT chronicle Roleplayed by uniqcrim Adventurechronicle has always been wild, curious, and well... adventurous. The moment this she-cat started walking she was wondering out of the den, sticking her nose in every crack and crevice, and even tried to make a run for it out of camp to see what was out there. She can usually be found questioning others, finding a new adventure, or sticking her paw in a river of mischief. She is a slender cat with fluffy orange fur that is always mussed and sticking in odd directions and big bright turquoise eyes. Adveturechronical was born to a Dayclan warrior known there as Distortednarrative but to her as a Sunclan initiate by the name of Raconteur. Upon her mother's return to Dayclan and discovering that she was not truly a Sunclan cat, the she-cat felt betrayed and vowed never to speak to her mother again as she was a traitor to her clan and the sun god. Her littermates are Fantasysaga, horroranecdote, mysterylore, historyrecord, and romancefable. kit
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
2,396 posts
Post by uniqcrim on Dec 15, 2018 21:48:29 GMT -5
ACAIKIT burst Roleplayed by uniqcrim An unlikely player of the game, acaiburst was expected to die long before he reached his apprenticeship and for good reason. On the outside, he looks wimpy and weak with a frail frame and a dull brown tabby pelt. The only exception to this is his large light blue eyes burning with fierce determination and will. When he curses and spits he doesn't look like much of a threat but somehow he survived a deadly sickness that killed three of his littermates by sheer will. This fire lit deep within him is what makes him work harder and faster than those his age, determined to prove that looks aren't everything. Even as a kit he focused less on playing and messing around but asking around to see if he could do anything to help the warriors but of course they laughed after realizing which kit was underfoot. Acaiburst refuses to live his life as an embarrassment to his clan or the weak link and against all odds survived his apprenticeship looking healthy and strong with a dangerous bite and powerful paws. Acaiburst was born to Bloomingsun of Springclan and was one of the many kits stolen from Springclan. He is brother to Duriansplash and Figstem. kit
I am using him in the Janus tryouts but he is joining regardless so may as well post it here.
HORRORKIT anecdote roleplayed by mipsyche A dark russet tabby she-cat with ebony stripes and grayscale eyes. Horroranecdote has often been labeled as morose. She feels little morality it seems, and likes for things to go her way or not at all. Maybe a touch quick tempered as well, not many care to rile her up, though her size is slightly small. This she-cat has a twisted view on all things and has a heavy interest in gore and dark things. This makes her a fierce and relentless warrior in battle.
LIONKIT call Roleplayed by ʃɑ.rɛθ-fis Lioncall is a classic tabby with a white underbelly. His eyes are the color of newly grown green grass. Lioncall was born to a SunClan Queen who died from giving birth to him. His Father is unknown, but it is rumored that he was an ex SunClan warrior who wanders around the Clan's home and the Two-leg Place. Lioncall is bold; regal; wise; strong; loyal and cooperative . A cat skilled at using their voice, a diplomat. Lioncall hopes that someday he may use his abilities to help his Clan. He hopes that someday he may have a mate and kits, but if he isn't able to he will help guide and care for the entire Clan as though they where his kits and mate. Mentor: NA kit
A black she-cat with dark blue, nearly black, eyes. She is the older sister to 'Lilystar', a past leader of SunClan. She refuses to call her sister anything but Lily. She is the mother of Temperancedefiance. She has murdered many, but her latest (unknown) victims include, one of Foxstar's daughters, one of Lilystar's daughters, and one of Jezebelle's daughters. One of her own daughters kits was also murdered. Foxdusk, Jonquillabloom, and Belle have been raised as 'her kits' but they really aren't. Not that anyone knows.
FOXKIT(DUSK)
Roleplayed by Hollypaw
Nearly a carbon copy of Foxstar, in all but personality. It would be easy to mistake the two, if she was older and had the same face paint. She makes it a point to bother the High Priestess, wanting to learn all she can. If she knew the truth, she'd know that her real mother was Jonquillabloom and that her grandmother actually was Foxstar.
DUSKKIT slayer Roleplayed by Faith Dusky brown fur sweeps across his hourglass form with shadowy under tones wisping in and out of his fur. He has white at the back of his back legs and white at the front of his front legs with a sliver of a crescent moon marking beside his right eye. He often becomes bored of his own identity and will switch between characters he creates for himself giving a different name for each. He’s doesn’t have multiple personality disorder as he is in control, but adores trying new personas and playing pretend. He loves his dad Darkcomplex and is often bragging about how great he is. He does feel conflicted on where his heart lies, on one paw he doesn’t want to leave his dad and wants to live out his life in SunClan. But on the other paw he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on in DayClan. It doesn’t help that Glowstar essentially sold his soul to a league cat and she gets him on weekends so it makes it difficult for him to know who to stay with before he becomes a warrior. With only one true self and so many possible homes he needs a few personas to keep up with the times he’s tired of being Dusky.
Rank
LUNA Coronaradiance Roleplayed by Faith
She's a stubby legged initiate with clear scottish fold origin and unusual eyes. One icy and the other dark blue with an orange center around the pupil looking like an eclipse. She has a poofy, usually untamed tail and is usually falling behind given her short legs. She has faded grey stripes that are barely even visible and is usually feeling pretty down on herself
~
This is for when she becomes a warrior.
She is eloquence, a glorious art piece carved from marble. But there are pieces chips and scars that let you see right through her. She has a warrior build with long smooth legs. She has a feather like tail and Scottish fold ears. Ashen stripes descend across her in symmetrical patterns with a streak under each eye. She has one icy crystalline blue eye and one that looks like that of an eclipse with a midnight blue hue and orange center surrounding her pupil. But there are scars that shine across her pelt like sunlight shimmering through treelines. Punishment for her time spent rebelling against SunClan learning to behave a little more each time. She was born in DayClan and was an apprentice when her clan was taken prisoner by SunClan. At first she rebelled even when made an initiate, but fell in line soon after. She’s not the type to keep silent when she sees cruelty. You can see hope in her eyes, the way she looks at the world wondering why everything isn’t like all the stories she heard where the good guys win. Her voice is her gift, saying all the things you never knew you needed to hear.
I CAN'T KEEP TRACK OF MY THREADS! So if I'm not responding fast enough, tag me!
459 posts
Post by brightleaf on Jan 7, 2019 1:26:39 GMT -5
SILVERFLAME
Roleplayed by brightleaf
Silverflame is a dark gray tom with short fur and extra toes on his front paws. Though his bright orange eyes light up the dark, they are often cold and serious. He had been raised in SunClan his whole life and there was nothing to contribute to his cold character but the fact that that was just the way he is. Most cats believe the day he laughs will be the day the sun disappears.
AMBERKIT storm Roleplayed by FadedEcho Amberstorm is an orange she cat with green eyes. She was found as a kit alongside her littermates by Twilightbell who took all of them back to SunClan to be raised as SunClan warriors. Amberstorm has known no other life and so she carries the same pride that full blooded SunClan cats carry. She pities the other clans. They do not have the Sun God's favor like SunClan does and so they are forced to live their miserable lives in the dark. This is her views anyway. She is a devote follower of the Sun God and tends to be very strict about SunClan's traditions. Rank Kit
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 20, 2019 23:55:28 GMT -5
FERNKIT skip Roleplayed by Primordialhaze If the sun were to touch ice would the ice melt or the sun turn into the moon? Perhaps these are questions best not asked. Lets your mind wander to unholy cold places. Fernskip is the type of cat to ask such things. To question the widely accepted and find her own truth. Born of 100% WinterClan blood but raised 100% under the sungod's influence. Fernskip is the natural daughter of the Priestess Promised LittleBird of SunClan and Leatherstar, Chieftain of WinterClan. While her blood runs cold as ice her heart burns with a smoldering warmth. While littlebird never hid her bloodline from her, Fernskip grew up under the fatherly guidance of Skipstep. Fernskip's name coming from both Leatherfern and Skipstep. Could there ever be a more confusingly split family? She constantly feels the war of fire and ice in her soul, as the sungod's influence and the blood of two WinterClan leaders run through her veins. Fernskip questions everything she has ever been taught and anything she could ever see. Because seeing, isnt always believing. It is said that Fernskip has the proud bold personality of Goldenstar of WinterClan, her grandfather, and the cool collected anger of her father, Leatherstar. While having no SunClan blood in her veins she seems to somehow have caught the sungod's gaze. She passes his tests and hears his voice in his early dawn light. Though she rebels in her soul as ice freezes her heart. Fernskip strives to be a warrior among warriors. To be the best fighter SunClan has ever seen. To earn favor in the eyes of her High Priests or Priestesses to come. She wants to rule the hearts of those around her, not necessarily their physical in the form of any kind of titled leader. Though she wouldn't complain to be named Fernstar. Fernskip appreciated her mother. Littlebird's position as she was spirited away from Understar's reign in WinterClan and was raised from late kithood in SunClan. Even gaining the sungod's approval to earn a title as Priestess Promised. Fernskip can often be found at her mothers side, basking in the light of the attention and respect that follows her mother. Though her heart is not so cold that she doesnt forget feelings and adoration for Littlebird. She loves Skipstep like a father despite knowing he does not hold her blood as the WinterClan chieftain does. While she appreciates the regal grace of SunClan her heart is truly wild and longs for the thrill of the WinterClan hostility. She does not speak these things as she knows she would break Littlebirds heart and perhaps ruin her reputation in SunClan. She can also often be found getting into trouble with her brother Lionpride. The only cat she has ever truly felt understood her wild non-sunclan alter ego. When he lends her an ear she talks it off. As if her WinterClan blood wasn't reminder enough of Leatherstar she also looks more closely to him in physical form than her mother. Her pelt being long and thick like Littlebirds but deep chocolate brown with bright amber hue when the sun hits it just right. She had large paws and large ears tufted with brown fur. Her tail is thick and sweeping like a foxes. Her eyes however, a light stormy gray/blue that shifts to a storming rage when she grows angry or emotional. Fernskip is destined to be a large cat and her claws long and sharp. She can be a frustrating she-cat to get along with and most toms are more scared of her than willing to court her. Much to her mothers dismay. kit
You know racer she would have been such a nice kitty if we had named her Fernshine or Fernsky xD
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
2,396 posts
Post by uniqcrim on Feb 2, 2019 15:47:54 GMT -5
initiate
ELIZABETH apostlewhisper Roleplayed by Uniqcrim A beautiful slender and sleek white she-cat with one turquoise blue eye and one a very deep amber. For some odd reason, she has a tuft of hair that grows a bit longer on the right side that partially covers her amber eye. A gentle and soft spoken soul, many would take one look at her and immediately dismiss her without a second thought. She is small, always well groomed, and never unsheathes her claws unless it is a last moments effort to save and help those that she truly cares about. This white she-cat has always been an advocate of peace, love, and acceptance and her true strength lies in drawing others closer to her and inspiring those surrounding her. Above all, she has an unyielding determination and a hidden charm deep within her that even she does not know she possesses, along with an eternal curse to walk this earth without knowledge of her previous lives.
I CAN'T KEEP TRACK OF MY THREADS! So if I'm not responding fast enough, tag me!
459 posts
Post by brightleaf on Feb 4, 2019 10:22:04 GMT -5
EMBERKIT shine Roleplayed by brightleaf She was found as a kit alongside her littermates by Twilightbell who took all of them back to SunClan to be raised as SunClan warriors. She is a bright orange she cat with green eyes. She has a spunky personality and is a friend to all, but don't get on her bad side! Because she will just internalize and feel bad about it without resolving the issue, aka a sensitive crybaby. She doesn't care too much about the Sun God but pretends to care so she doesn't get in trouble.
Post by finchwhisker on Feb 7, 2019 19:05:45 GMT -5
i n i t i a t e :
BUGSY finchwhisker Roleplayed by finchwhisker An unusually small Abyssinian tom with short, chocolate-ginger fur, wide, dusty green eyes, and huge, rounded ears. His face is pert, delicate, and triangular, his whiskers long and feathery, and his paws tiny and soft, rendering his claws no more effective than a kitten's. Paler fur rings his eyes, making them appear even larger than they already are. One of his eyes is milky and clouded, the only sign betraying its blindness. In every respect, he looks to be no older than an apprentice - and a particularly diminutive one at that. More pretty than he is handsome, he's often mistaken for a she-cat, though he doesn't especially mind. Quiet, soft-spoken, and shy, Bugsy tends to fade into the background - and that doesn't bother him at all, really. He prefers to spend his time with Queens and Apprentices, away from the limelight of warriors and battles and glory. Fussy to a fault, and partial to his looks, he prefers to keep himself neat and well-groomed, away from the mess of dirt and blood and responsibility. When he does have a chance to speak freely, however, his manner can seem quite at odds with his dainty looks - sly and droll and occasionally cruel, he knows precisely which insecurities to prod at and which old wounds to un-stitch; which soft spots to exploit; which version of himself the other cat would like to see. He can be sweet and bashful, doleful and withdrawn, acidic and dry, bouncy and reckless and chipper as a kit - whatever they want him to be. He thinks quite highly of himself, and doesn't often feel insecure in the presence of other cats. But there's a wispy sort of sadness to him, one that creeps in around the edges of the caustic smiles and the big eyes - one that's all guilt and mourning and emptiness. What should he care what others think of him, when he scarcely feels that he exists at all? With no sense of self, it's ever so easy to become whatever they want him to be. He feels like no more than a wistful ghost, haunting himself till the day he fades away. Born to a rogue and a father he never knew, Bugsy lived the first year of his life in alleys and abandoned buildings, growing up amidst broken windows and black water and mould. Always fussy and neat, he loathed the uncleanliness far more than he ever did the fear and the bloodshed; little and unassuming, he was more often than not able to sweet-talk his way out of potentially violent situations. When he was eight moons old, he fell in love with a dangerous tom he ought never to have gone near - but, always one to be blinded by good looks and flattery, he let himself be charmed. The tom had a terrible temper, and Bugsy found himself slipping more and more into subservience - he let the tom take his anger out on him; he let him blame him, hurt him, humiliate him; he let him reduce him to nothing but an incompetent, unlovable fool, and swallowed the lies every time the tom told him he was nothing without him - until he started to believe it. He let himself be broken, and forgot there was ever such a thing as choice or kindness or freedom. When he was ten moons, the tom flew into a rage over a small, unimportant thing, and slaughtered Bugsy's mother. Tired and ruined, Bugsy did nothing to stop him. When he tried to apologise for whatever it was the tom thought he had done, when he tried to make it better, the tom hooked his claw in Bugsy's eye and left it blind. When he was one year old, he fled into SunClan territory and tried to leave the ghosts behind. (He didn't run fast enough.) (They followed him here.)
hopefully that's okay!! :3
Edited Feb 7, 2019 19:06:07 GMT -5 By finchwhisker