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.
"That was maybe a bit dumb." The voice belonged to Seaquirt, she had recently been promoted and was even placed in the groups newest position as a scout but it had failed to stop her from doing stupid and dangerous things. Today the dainty she-cat was now limping, having jumped off of a large rock in an attempt to grab hold of a low hanging tree branch without touching the ground, she could have sworn that she could leap further then that and well she was right... she had completely missed the branch, passing over it and falling to the ground half a tail length away. She had a cut on her shoulder where it scrapped over the ground and her paw was throbbing as she continued to walk on it in search of Swiftclans medicine cat. "Firetooth? Oh Firetooth! It's me again!" She was a regular, showing up almost every day with a new wound for the tom to patch up.
The Medicine Cat was in the far back of the den sorting herbs, his ginger back turned towards her. Though she couldn't see it, Firetooth jumped in surprise as her voice cut through the peace and quiet, before his shoulders slumped a little in defeat once he recognized who his visitor was. How in Starclan's name was she here again?! Lovearrow and Tinybreath had chronic illnesses, yet somehow the pair of them combined still didn't visit him as much as this mousebrain! Without even looking up, he meowed in a flat tone; "If it's an internal injury go to the nest on your left, external to the nest on your right. Of course knowing you, Seasquirt, I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was both. Just find a seat and be patient, will ya? The herbs'll dry out too fast if I don't store them correctly."
