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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FOXFIRE Roleplayed by lavellan Not so long ago, this brown tabby was a warrior to be feared. Strong and respected by all who knew him, Foxfire was a force to be reckoned with. His green eyes could charm anyone with the life behind them, and the passion beneath them. Now, those same eyes are dulled, his once large muscles weakened with age. If you were to mention this to him, you would be wrong. No, Foxfire definitely wasn't old, he just wasn't young anymore. Both age and life had taken its toll on him, and now he lives in the shadow of his former self. Perhaps some of the reasons for this could be traced back to falling in love with Applebloom, and then falling out of love with her after having kits. Now, he's stuck in this unhappy relationship, living in jealousy of the love between his son and his mate. However, the way that he expresses his jealousy is by picking apart his son's relationship, trying to find any little thing that could break it apart. Foxfire was definitely not the best father, instead burying himself in any warrior work that needed to be done. His training was his passion, his fighting skills his pride. He strives to be like how he was before his mate, but there's just too much tying him down that he can't just walk away anymore. Foxfire must deal with his own actions, learn how to overcome and accept his mistakes in life, instead of just walking away. But is this something that he will ever realize on his own? Rank || Warrior Mate || Applebloom Sexual Orientation || Heterosexual
SPARROWKIT || LIGHT Roleplayed by lavellan The sparrow is often seen as a harbinger of good luck, the symbol of hope and protection. Small, sweet and gentle creatures. Such a name was bestowed to this grey tabby, after both the wonderful bird and the companionship that his parents, Bogslide and Frostpaw, offered each other when they were stuck in a Twoleg nest. "One day they would be free again, like the birds in the garden." It was the promise that the two made while watching outside the window, and the promise that led to the names of Sparrowlight and his siblings. And it did come true, for a while. They spent many happy moons in Fallclan together, away from the Twoleg nest, but not everything good can last forever. Bogslide had gone missing, and then Frostpaw had passed after giving birth. With not even a memory of his parents, they had both vanished from Sparrowlight's life. As the first born, he had tried to shoulder some of the responsibilities in raising his siblings, with help from his uncle, Applecrisp. Perhaps doing so had robbed him of most of the freedom and wildness that kits typically had, but he could never bring himself to wish that things were different. Of course, he would often wonder about Bogslide, and where his father had gone. Did he know that he had kits waiting for him? If so, was that why he had left? Despite the rest of Sparrowlight's family telling him about the love between the couple, he can't help his doubts. The one thing that is able to soothe his worries is his name, however. There was no way that Frostpaw would have gifted him and his siblings with such meaningful names if they didn't love each other. So, Sparrowlight holds on to that hope, that maybe that enough would be able to change things. Sparrows were harbingers of good luck, after all. So why did it feel like Sparrowlight had plenty of bad luck? Rank || kit Littermates || Robinkit, Quailkit, Crowkit, Ravenkit
Post by ashestoashes on Mar 2, 2021 1:47:18 GMT -5
DRIFTINGSPIRIT Roleplayed by: ashestoashes A medium-sized, muscular tom with a pelt the color of the night and eyes the soft yellow of stars. Although he is now larger than his twin, Shiftingspectre, there was once a time where they were identical. Nearly everything about this tom is flitting, from his heart to his mind, he just can’t stay still. Unable to make decisions on his own, he often relies on his siblings for anything serious. One thing he knows for certain, however, is his love of adventuring. Exploring everything both inside and outside of the territory, always jittery when he is forced to stay in camp. Perhaps he would leave the clan too, if his siblings weren’t here. If he didn’t have to bring back stories for his twin. Driftingspirit is extremely competitive, and will try to turn anything into a competition, though he rarely ever wins them. Spontaneous is an understatement when talking about this tom. Often brings back carcasses for Shiftingspectre. Rank || Warrior Mate || Single Sexuality || Heterosexual
RAVENKIT || MYSTERY Roleplayed by uniqcrim A once curious and outgoing tomcat has slowly become more quiet, more reserved. His laughs were bountiful and his joy endless. Early on in life he showed one representation of the Raven, that of good luck. Until he lost his other half. His brother who meant the world to him and he was rarely seen apart from. Slowly, that omen of good fortune turned to that of misfortune and deception. He retreated into the stony walls put up around himself. Misfortune seemed to follow in his footsteps and he became known for being a deceptive know-it-all. A collector of secrets and not one with good intention. Others would do well to tread carefully, lest they give the silver bengal a reason to watch closely. Kit Littermates || Robinkit, Sparrowkit, Quailkit, and Crowkit
QUALKIT || SIGHT Roleplayed by NovaAmaro Birds know freedom like no other animal. They can go where they want at any time with just a simple flap of their wings. Watching them soar through the sky fills him with peace every time. In fact, it’s the only time this otherwise rambunctious tom is ever quiet. Qualsight may not have been the firstborn, and he may not be the largest (though he came very close), but he’s definitely the loudest of his siblings. The gray tabby never stays quiet. There’s an innate need within him to speak his mind, no matter what the situation may be. Qualsight is always living on the edge, seeking out adventure wherever he can. His one dream is to fly as free as the birds he loves to watch, to feel the rush of the wind against his fur. But one way or another, Qualsight is always grounded back to reality. The tom couldn’t imagine leaving his siblings, or Fallclan. That doesn’t mean he’s bound to the camp, however. The best place to find this tom is wherever the wind blows. He has always been told that the bird he was named for is a symbol of victory, love, and the agility to overcome any obstacles in his way. Qualsight has always tried to live up to his name, pushing himself further and further. Most days he’ll experience melancholic boughts where he feels as though he’s undeserving of the name. During those days he just has to take one look up towards the sky, where he’ll watch those birds he loves fly free. Kit Littermates || Robinkit, Sparrowkit, Ravenkit, and Crowkit
DEWKIT || SHIVER Roleplayed by bauble Probing, yet coquettish radiant blue eyes encased in the silk-like wrappings of her form. A radiant smile, graceful flirtatious manner, yet independent and largely detached. Slightly cruel without barbed words, slightly domineering without raising a paw. But above all, an analytical mind reaching for depths unseen to the naked eye. Kitten
Just updating some bios don't mind me ^^; (also go me for changing my username because I couldn't stand the double A's anymore XD)
VIXENSONG Roleplayed by NOVA Vixensong was not always a Fallclan warrior. The russet-colored she-cat had humble beginnings as a loner with her mother and father. When she had reached her seventh moon her father had suddenly disappeared, leaving her mother distraught and as she was close to having their second litter of kits. It wasn’t until many days later that they had found him on the side of a two-leg path after he was struck by a monster. Heartbroken, her mother had taken Vixensong far from the territory where she had lost her mate. A moon later, Vixensong’s mother gave birth to her kits too soon. All but one were born stillborn. Vixensong had done what she could to help her mother and brother survive. She would hunt every day while trying to keep away from the clan cats. Her mother had warned her of what would happen if they caught her hunting in their territory. One day, when she had almost reached her ninth moon, she was returning home after an unsuccessful hunting trip and was greeted by the frightened cries of her younger brother. The young she-cat couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move as she stared at the lifeless form of her mother. The she-cat had hurried, quickly grabbing her baby brother and running as far as she could with him. She had managed to stumble into Fallclan territory, and though she didn’t trust a single clan cat there, she knew it was the best option for her brother. She can often be seen basking in the sun, her long tail neatly curled around her two white paws as the rays of light bounce off the small white bib that surrounds her muzzle. As she grew, her beauty became striking and she walks about with an air of elegance around her and sits with her head held high as she observes everything around her. But in truth, Vixensong is demure, nervous, and shy. But when she grows comfortable in another cat's presence she can be seen visibly relaxing, even laughing and smiling a bit more as her confidence slowly grows. Vixensong refuses to speak of her past, however, and tends to lash out whenever another cat pushes her about it. Vixensong tends to keep herself distanced from the rest of the clan, claiming that she just can't get used to the idea of being around so many cats at once. The only cat she tends to be around the most is her younger brother Ravensfrost, whom she is extremely protective of. Vixensong can always be seen in her own secluded spot in the shade or in the sun. Warrior Mate || Has a crush so is not looking! Sexual Orientation || Heterosexual
RAVENSFROST Roleplayed by Nova There isn’t much that Ravensfrost remembers before his time in Fallclan. He barely remembers the scent of his mother or her voice. All he’s ever known was Vixensong’s constant presence. His sister had taken care of him, and he in turn does everything he can for her. In his dreams, however, he remembers the pained breathing of his mother as she took her last breaths. Her final words to him, telling him to not be afraid and that his sister would be back soon. Ravensfrost hates it, and after he has one of those dreams he’ll refuse to go back to sleep. He can be seen leaving the camp in the middle of the night, only returning when the sun begins to rise in the sky. He never tells Vixensong about these dreams. The black tomcat knows that he’s enough to handle as is. He doesn’t want to give his sister any more reason to worry about him. His light blue eyes shine mischievously as he practically trots around the camp. Ravensfrost is an adventurous tom, known for his flirtatious nature and showboating ways. The black pelted tom is extremely over-confident, and hardly pays attention to his surroundings when he’s in the midst of showing off. The after-effects can be quite amusing, even to himself. He’s always looking for an excuse to leave the camp and has done so ever since he was a kit. Ravensfrost doesn’t remember much about his past, unlike his sister Vixensong. The black tom doesn’t push for answers, claiming that Fallclan will always be the place he belongs to. Ravensfrost is always protecting his older sister, even if she doesn’t realize it at times. Warrior Mate || This flirt is always looking to mingle Sexual Orientation || Bisexual
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 14, 2021 23:40:47 GMT -5
MARIA roleplayed by STRAWBERRYCUPID Everything has an opposite side. For good to exist, we must be able to recognize evil. We wouldn't know we were hungry if we didn't know the feeling of being full. And darkness is described as the absence of light. There are always two sides to an argument, a coin, stories and even the moon. Maria is the dark side of the moon, just as her name describes. Yet she's wrapped in warmth and light, with long beams of orange and white pouring out of her. And her yellow eyes are reminiscent of the sun itself. Yet lilies are beautiful to look at yet are deadly to eat. Speaking of, the lily symbolizes purity, passion, royalty and motherhood. All of these things could apply to Maria as well...well, sort of. She moves with poise, strikes precisely, and holds her head high. Among the myriad of things she inherited from her mother is her perfectionism, and every one of Maria's actions are premeditated and planned. Her voice is like honey and her words are easy to swallow. Flirting, lying and charming cats is second nature to her; and so is dropping them as soon as their usefulness is extinguished. She prefers to walk alone, loyal to only herself. She's a wanderer, exploring the world just to see it all. Pure independence led her away from her home clan of Summerclan at a young age. She simply couldn't stand the thought of being in a clan, it was too suffocating, too structured. She doesn't regret it, even if she had to say goodbye to her family. Learning to hunt and fight on her own, she now spends her days lazing about, manipulating fools to help out "poor little Maria", and free. Free from expectations, free from structure, free from...everything. Like a lily growing in an open field. Warrior Mate || Single Sexual Orientation || Bisexual
Post by Moonfrost18 on Mar 19, 2021 22:50:45 GMT -5
HAWTHORNCLAW Roleplayed by Moonfrost18 A large, strongly built tom with long legs. He has a big fluffy tabby coat of light brown and white, with slightly narrowed yellow eyes. Hawthornclaw is very intimidating looking, and his stern personality is a match. He is deathly loyal to his clan and is not fond of outsiders. He is stubborn and a rule-follower, so sometimes seen as a killjoy. He joined the clan after being a loner for most of his life, so he always tries his best to prove his devotion to his clan. Warrior Mate || None. Not specifically looking but is open to it. Sexual Orientation || Straight
LACEGOTHICA Roleplayed by Shadow CURIOUS CREATIONS + Opulence, elegance, grandeur. Softer than silk, stronger than iron. As delicate and deadly as a spider’s web. There are many ways to describe the she-cat that exudes such a grace and genteel manner. A protector of the bizarre, lover of the unusual, and avid supporter of the dark and misunderstood, what creepy and spooky things lurk within her mind are not easily seen through the beauty of her mask. A soft chocolate brown with ornate lace patterns of cream, gold, and black, she has the most wondrously captivating brown, gold, and orange eyes. Remain wary, however; such beauty comes with a curse and a taste for glamorous horror. Warrior Mate || Single, anyone spooky could be interesting to her Sexual Orientation || Heterosexual
LAVENDERBREEZE Roleplayed by seekingchange A medium furred tabby, stripes of dark grey swirling over a silverish coat. She has pale green eyes, almost sage colored, fading darker as the iris reaches the pupil. Softspoken and gentle, Lavenderbreeze isn't the type of feline to be found at the forefront of battle. She also has a tendency of allowing others to push her around due to her fear of conflict and disappointment of her peers. Truly, this she-cat has very low confidence and has trouble believing in herself to know what to do or say. She makes a poor warrior in that aspect, so very early on she found herself better suited to be in the nursery with the kittens. Although she doesn't have any herself, Lavenderbreeze is content to watch the clan's kits grow into better warriors than she could ever be. In another lifetime, she would've loved to be around the medicine den. She has taken the time to learn herbs and wound treatments that are helpful in the nursery. Nursery Aid Mate || None Sexual Orientation || Bisexual
Wolfriddle Roleplayed by seekingchange A grey and white patchwork tom with long fur and a bushy tail. Liquid amber eyes with a bright light behind them. Wolfriddle is a cat full of pride, and loves his clan, family, and friends fiercely. The tomcat speaks with a slight stutter, especially when he is excited about something. In all honesty, Wolfriddle is like an overgrown kit. He's easily excitable and quick to burn. However, just as quickly as his temper is set off, it can cool and he'll be friendly and excited all over again. Warrior Mate || None Sexual Orientation || Bisexual
