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.
Accepting: Elders, Treasure Hunters, Adventurers, Trappers, Denwatchers, Queens, Kits As of 5/17, apprentices are no longer accepted for joining except when there is an apprentice team of three that is not filled. To add an apprentice, send Ian a message to verify there is an apprentice position open.
☆ As spring settles in, SummerClan's famous meadows blooming in full force, the clan begins to notice things are amiss. One by one, flowers are beginning to wilt and decay, prey is moving irregularly, and the nights seem darker. Walking through the woods, it's hard to shake off the feeling of being followed.
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Name / suffix - username biography Rank:
Instructors - Senior Warriors. Instructors have the duty of training apprentice groups, leading patrols, and sitting in on Sunstar's court.
Treasure Hunters - They keep SummerClan well fed and use their procured treasures to barter for higher quality goods from neighboring clans.
Adventurers - An ambassadorial role, the Adventurers spend most of their time outside of SummerClan's borders building clan relations.
Trappers - Specializing in plant knowledge they use to lay hidden traps, these cats are the clan's fighting force.
Denwatchers - The last line of defense, they are in charge of camp reinforcements and ambushing invaders.
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CROW - woof There are legends-- visions painted of cats clad in golden auras, who've served their clan endlessly, and whose names are said with praise- and then there are curses-- the types you only wish on your worst enemy. Crow is not named for a golden pelt, or golden eyes, or cats with golden auras who died well before his time. No, his signature sable fur is dark and tussled, his eyes are as sunken as the setting sun, and he speaks with such heat that it flares out between his words like dragon's breath. He is no legend-spun titan, he will not imprint in history; but he will wear honor as armor and wield truth as his retribution. From the day he was dropped off in SunClan at the tender age of one moon, his clanmates kept him at arm's length due to crows being considered omens of death in their legends, and those who didn't loathe him were fearful that they, too, would incur bad fortune by association. He had long since decided that his path was a lonely one, his nights to always be cold and his heart wounded; but after his father, Ghostcrown's exile from SunClan and the following war that ensued between his clan and the Fire Nation which resulted in him believing his sister to be dead, he fled his home. Once, he might have been described as unassuming or quiet, the type to meld into the background, invisible to anyone who didn't care to look. Now, he'd be described much differently. Now, when he is shunned, he turns his back; when others slight him, he remembers; and when someone threatens him or those near to his heart, he stands taller and snarls louder. An incident during his apprenticeship left him with a permanent limp impeding his stride; however, anyone who might consider him anything less than a formidable foe would be sorely mistaken. He fights with the spirit of SummerClan and the wrath of WinterClan, having learned their styles through the teachings of his love, Orchiddrop, and his half-brother Agonywail, but he has also picked up the stealth and cunning of a rogue, once having been the head of a gang. He'd never expected to find himself amongst a clan again-- let alone one that did not see him for what his name represents-- but in SummerClan, surrounded by their hospitality and the warmth of his mate's love, Crow couldn't imagine living any other life. His heart, once ensnared by a wicked fire, has harnessed the light from the flames and now shines brighter than any star ever could. Warrior
HOLLYKIT / wreath - biyuu A white and brown tabby she-cat with green eyes. The daughter of Raggedrain, a SpringClan cat, who dumped her and the rest of her litter in SummerClan. A precocious young she-cat, Hollywreath was gifted with very little in the way of social graces. Intelligent yet easily flustered, it's not hard to get Hollywreath to trip over her words somehow. She has incredible bad luck, and situations very rarely go her way. She holds her family dear to her heart, and her dream is to someday start one of her own. kit
LUNARKIT / jewel - turtlenoir A silver bengal she-cat with bright, light blue eyes. She is unknowingly her brother Soulpyre's worst enemy. She doesn't understand half the time why she makes him angry. Because according to her the shell or shiny object she finds is a completely new item that she's never seen before. She loves shiny objects whether its a rock or a shell from the shoreline. If it gleams in the light she take it. She will show off anything she finds to everyone she sees. Speaking loud and fast and moving with her hyperactive energy. But she is doomed to immediately lose the item after showing it off. She also may or may not be showing off the same four objects. She is very scatterbrained and gets distracted easily. rank: kit for the mate log: Female - heterosexual - single
FAESYS (fay - siss) - Stark Raving Mad A golden tom with stripes of white and orange tabby and golden eyes, he seems to be one of the only ones of the siblings that embodies the idea of being fae. From the moment of his birth, there was something otherworldly about him. Jareth adored him the moment he set eyes upon him, convinced that Faesys came from the Underground, unaffected by the Aboveground’s pollution. Perhaps he did. There’s an aura of otherness that radiates off of him, either because of the sharp angles his stature creates or the way he regards the world is unclear. He has always felt like he belonged somewhere else, where magic and mischief was something to be prized rather than glanced at queerly. Garden Keeper Male-pansexual-single
QINVARIS (keen - vair - iss) - Stark Raving Mad A tom with a mix of orange tabby, white, and black upon his pelt and teal-gold flecked eyes, he is the most romantic of the siblings, often acting on whatever his heart desires. He, like all of his siblings, grew up hearing the romantic tales of Jareth and Sylvastra’s adventures before they settled down. While his older siblings may have struggled with their father’s unexpected departure, Qinvaris struggles far more with the separation between his parents that occurred before Jareth’s vanishing spell. Though he was young and couldn’t fully understand the technicalities of it all, he was emotionally intelligent enough to pick up on the cues left by his parents. This has him balancing on the edge of a blade when it comes to his perspective on relationships – he longs for them, but he’s also afraid of falling into the same trap of stagnation that his parents did. As a result, he has a tendency to form unhealthy fixations on objects of his desire, but act upon them in ways that to anyone else would be seen as far more threatening than attractive. Warrior Male-Pansexual-single
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 16, 2021 22:52:06 GMT -5
FAWNHYSTERIA - strawberrycupid An anomaly. Nothing about him makes sense. From his pelt that looks more like a canvas with black and orange paint thrown on it, to his multicolor eyes that flash copper in the light. It only gets weirder when you see there's 4 of him. Well, not necessarily. One of the quadruplets from Lorelei Manina and Vulcan's union, he was brought to Swift with his brothers to be with his father. While he could never understand why they were dropped off, he doesn't question it much. Especially since his mother comes around often enough for him. With his brothers Casimir, Lorien, and Carnage, they quickly became troublemakers, always blaming the other for any form of mischief. Romulus himself is the most straightforward of the group, rarely struggling with things like identity and pride and taking his emotions in stride. He takes things as they come, letting any praise or condescension roll off his back. On the surface, he is remarkably average. Just the right amount of mischief and remorse, work and play, laid back and serious. It's almost remarkable. Peeling the layers back reveal he's a glutton for punishment, always getting strung along by someone not good for him. But he doesn't appear to mind, more reveling in the pain and the heartbreak. And even when he's discarded, he'll come back. To where it's easy to say he's obsessed with the bad romance. Like a roach, he keeps coming back. Cause it's never enough. Warrior Male - Bisexual - Single
Post by complacentdevil on Jan 17, 2021 0:58:16 GMT -5
DAYDREAMER - ComplacentDevil Borne from a fairy tale king, and a mother with no shortness of delusions it seems that this cat didn't fall far from the tree. As if destined to be a failure he takes to refusing the normalcy of clan life, ignoring boundaries and rules, even though his upbringing was strict, with no toe out of line all throughout his apprenticeship. Somehow he made it through, but he now spends his days as a warrior with his head in the clouds. No real use for him other than looking pretty, and he does, with his coat of smoke, almost black unless the sun hits him just right as to reveal obsidian rosettes hiding in plain sight; and his eyes of amber, pools of pale orange like a sunset on a warm day. Even as he crosses borders and does what he likes, he does enjoy the benefits of his Summerclan home, and stays loyal and true to his heritage as well as close to his siblings, both full and half. Warrior Male - Bisexual Male Preference - Single
BUBBLECHASER - lavellan With just a single glance, it’s hard to understand why she received the name Bubblechaser. The color of her eyes - a beautiful blue that perfectly compliments the siamese blood running through her - could easily explain the ‘bubble’ prefix, but chaser? It’s not like this she-cat is extremely outgoing, not anymore than your typical warrior anyway. So, what was it that this seal-point siamese was chasing? Is it perhaps something that only she can see? Well, in a way this may be true. Once you get to know her, it becomes quite clear what she’s after: her mother’s affection. From a young age, all she ever wanted was the praise of Quietmeadow, her mother, but her best was never enough, and she was always ignored, or rewarded with the harshest of criticisms. Every word lodged its way into Bubblechaser’s heart, digging their blades deeper and deeper. The only thing that she could do was work even harder, pushing herself to do even better. Some might think that she’s too hard on others, but that’s nothing compared to what she puts herself through. In her mind, she will never be enough, and there’s always that whisper of doubt in her mind telling her so. That no matter how hard she works, no one will ever care. Maybe that’s why she strives for recognition, why she would do whatever it takes to gain the approval of those around her. She is a people pleaser through and through, even if her reasons might be selfish. Warrior female - bisexual - single
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
Post by neverstarstar on Jan 19, 2021 18:14:22 GMT -5
SELENIUMKIT / minor - neverstarstar Calming, yet critical. Not much phases her, she’s able to take things in stride and encourage others to do the same. Her mother is the only thing she seems unable to handle. Usually Seleniumminor is calm and often unapproachable. Not mean, for she’s actually very friendly, but something about her sometimes freezes others out. But if you involve Periodictoxin all bets are off. She gets angry and bitter, her voice constantly sounds like a growl and her fur stays fluffed. Her mother, to her, is a monster and it very much bothers Seleniumminor to be told she looks like her, the same charcoal fur dominates both she-cats, to be told she gets her serious nature from her. There is nothing from Periodictoxin she wishes to inherit. Since kithood there has been a flame of hatred in her heart for her mother. And over time it's only grown larger. Kit Litter: Europiumkit [still open for adoption ], Nobeliumkit, Seleniumkit
BRAMBLEKIT / fang - neverstarstar Destiny is a terrible, terrible thing. It’s been the enemy of Bramblefang since before he was born. He was brought into this world to slaughter or be slaughtered; a fate given to him by his father. In his family strength is what matters, meaning he’s expected to murder his little brother before he becomes a warrior. It’s a messed up tradition - to say the least - and perhaps he should alert SummerClan. But his father said not too and something Bramblefang desperately wants is the love and respect of Goldenshadow. So, he lives everyday training to one day kill Pikejaw. His brother and best friend when Goldenshadow is absent, they understand each other and the uniquely horrible position they find themselves in. Their sister, Dahliadusk, has no idea the grief and pressure the boys grow up with. The terrible feeling of looking into your brother’s eyes and knowing one day you’ll be the reason the light goes out in them. When Goldenshadow is near, however, Bramblefang is argumentative and antagonistic, desperate to get a rise out of Pikejaw and prove his own strength of character. But he truly does love and care for his brother. So much so, in fact, that perhaps he should consider throwing the match, die so that his brother may live. But he hasn’t once considered that. The brown tabby sees only one future: the one where he crushes Pikepaw in battle and earns the respect of Goldenshadow. It’s a horrible future to ponder and his golden eyes often have a haunted, detached look to them, but he never wavers. When the time comes he won’t hesitate to kill his younger brother. Kit Litter: Bramblekit, Dahliakit, Pikekit
SATINSHORE - woof The hue of her silky, well-kept fur is so lightly brown it borders on the sandy color of a shoreline, coupled with an oceanic pair of cobalt eyes. A former kittypet by the name of Alysha who spent her days enjoying the luxuries life had to offer and exchanging the latest neighborhood gossip with her sister-from-another-mister Honeyfrost, rumors of handsome wildcats drew her from the comfort of her home when the SummerClan borders opened. Most of her bad habits have followed her here, in particular her penchant for involving herself in others' drama and lounging when she should be hunting. garden keeper / heterosexual / single and trying to mingle
FIREKIT / sparrow - woof To say he is uniquely talented is an understatement. Regardless of what the endeavor is, Firesparrow will find his own manner of accomplishing things, a trait which his father says he inherited from his uncle, Desertbreeze, though he's never met the SwiftClan tom, and his auntie Rosethorn, who he spent much of his childhood following around. His schemes can range from simple to elaborate-- and the success rates fluctuate just as much. His pride is a fragile thing often tested by his clanmates when yet another one of Firesparrow's creative solutions falls short, and his mood flares up in similar fashion due to the playground jabs he suffered for most of his life when his denmates outgrew him, a small stature cloaked by a sterling silver pelt branded by a jet black bengal pattern. His eyes are sundrop gold-- startling against his fur, and brimmed with his unyielding spirit. kitten
CROWNEDKIT / hunt - GidgetGal Some fear death, or snakes, or heights, but Crownedhunt fears obscurity. He does not want to fade into the background of life, or live as an easily forgettable warrior. He wants to be the kind of cat that others remember, that leaves the world behind him irrevocably changed, that burns in the memories and tales passed down through generations. As a result of this, he tends to overcompensate- playing up his accomplishments, using unnecessarily large vocabulary words, assuming the attitude of a pompous, renowned warrior without actually having achievements to be proud of first. Crownedhunt has parents that people remember- an ex-rogue gang leader as a father and a talented fighter for a mother. And, as one in a litter of six, he feels the need to try harder to stand out and make an impression on people. Physically, Crownedhunt is an attractive tom, tall and lean, with piercing green eyes and a long, handsome tuxedo coat. He cares for his family, but can rub them the wrong way with his attempts to be the very best, like no one ever was. Unwilling to live a boring or plain life, Crownedhunt will do whatever it takes to make others remember him. kit
OCEANKIT / glow - biyuu A black-furred tom with deep blue eyes. Oceanglow daydreams through life, hiding an eccentric personality deep under a perpetually spaced-out expression and a sometimes disarmingly-quiet temperament. He has very little filter and is prone to randomly blurting out weird, screwed-up thoughts, sometimes not even realising he's saying them out loud. He drifts through life aimlessly, living strictly in the moment and never thinking forward. The son of Crow and Orchiddrop. kit
EVENINGKIT / lily - ian A dainty white she-cat with long furs that often hide the fact that she is incredibly thin and lithe. Because of her thick fur, she appears to be an almost .... normal sized feline, but if she had short, thin fur, it would be clear that she would be borderline tiny. The second youngest of the first Crow and Orchiddrop litter, Eveninglily is a rather... odd cat. Known for her eccentric interests, she can often be found doing strange tasks like collecting snails. She's got an airy manner about her, and half of her personality is rooted in this vague floatiness. Prone to meltdowns if things don't go exactly her way, Eveninglily also has inherreted her mother's worrisome nature. This often leaves her at odds with her other, more adventurous siblings. A very loving feline, although she can't help but to show it in strange ways, like collecting treasures and giving them to her beloved. kit
part of the crorchid litter
i haven't really decided her sexuality, but if you need it at this stage of the game bisexual works !
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
Post by neverstarstar on Jan 26, 2021 23:25:32 GMT -5
COTTONDOWN - neverstarstar He joined SummerClan as a lost kittypet, abandoned by his twolegs on the side of a thunderpath before wandering into SummerClan's territory. A patrol found him and took mercy on the white cat, escorting to their camp and into the clan he'll never leave. Cotton, now Cottondown after the downy tufts on his ears, remains a bit lost. He's unfamiliar with customs, language, stories, territory, prey. Everything was new to him and it's all a bit overwhelming. Often, he can be found tucked into a corner of the territory, studying leaves or types of prey or landmarks. He wants so badly to get it, for this life to click for him. But Cottondown misses his home, his warm bed and food. He misses his twolegs and even the small dog that lived with him. Cottondown was a cat who very much wanted to live out his days safely in the arms of his twolegs and instead was unceremoniously tossed out of a monster and then made to live a life he hadn't desired. But it's okay. He's learning to cope and making friends, learning the ways of his clan, and falling slowly in love with this way of life. His green eyes even sparkle a bit now, as though with hope and excitement anew. Warrior Mate log: Male - Homosexual - Single
EARLYBLOOM - neverstarstar Former WinterClan Witch, though she can't recall the specifics. She wouldn't even be able to lead you to the camp. Earlybloom showed up in SummerClan one day, disheveled and filthy, sobbing hysterically and begging Dawnmemories to ask Ratstar to allow her to stay. Then she passed out. After three days the young cat opened her eyes with no memory of her time in WinterClan. She, being a former Witch, knew a scant amount of skill besides herb gathering and her state of obvious memory loss concerned some enough that they hesitated to even allow her to be a garden keeper. Instead, the stuck her in the elders den with some story of her "getting her strength back" and "you'll feel like your old self in no time". So now she sits around, sunning with Roachpelt and Icesplash, growing bored and frustrated. Sometimes she'll get glimmers of a memory, like a hint of sun through grey clouds, but they are fuzzy. She doesn't know if she'll ever be back to her old self or if she even wants to know how she came to be here. Perhaps some things are better off forgotten. Elder Mate log: Female - Heterosexual - Single
Post by ashestoashes on Jan 28, 2021 22:52:02 GMT -5
FALLENREDEMPTION - ashestoashes A grey tabby with peach patches and white on the muzzle with green eyes. Fallenredemption was born in Earthclan and is the son of Mintlynx and Willowwhisper as well as the nephew of Firerush. When things started to fall apart in Earthclan Fallen followed his mother out of the clan and into the wild. The pair lived as loners while Fallen tried to figure out which clan to go to when Willow told her son that she was in fact sick and couldn't be healed. Fallen found refuge in an old abandoned shed where he would hunt and care for his mother. When the time came for Willow to pass she told Fallen to go live his life and follow where his heart lead him. That same night he stayed vigil for his mother before burying her and moving on. Taking sometime on where to live Fallen finally decided on settling in Summerclan where he hopes to make his life one worth living for and to change the lives of those around him...like Willow had. He is a kind hearted tom with a clever mind and quick reflexes. Rank: Warrior Mate Log: Male - Heterosexual -Single
DAPPLEDAPPLE - meow Dappled in patches of pitch black and gleaming ginger stripes, white creeping up along her underbelly to her nose and a verdant green gaze gleaming proudly from a pretty face. She can be sweet as an apple when she cares to be, but is not without a bite when she feels the occasion calls for it. The sins of pride and vanity run deep in her veins, and her opinions of the world are often, although unconsciously, shaped through the lens of what puts her in her best light. rank: warrior mate log: female - heterosexual - single
TWILIGHTPAW / wren - meow A diminutive amber-eyed she-cat surrounded by a halo of mottled grey and gold stripes, snowy white gleaming through at the tips of her toes and nose. Unimpressive in appearance as she may be, she makes up for what she lacks in size with a drive to succeed fueled by a seemingly never-ending well of determination. There is no challenge in her world that cannot be conquered, and whether that attitude sends her headfirst into danger or glory she will see it through to the bitter end. rank: apprentice - warrior training mentor: Devotedcrow mate log: female - bisexual - single
BLUEKIT / beetle - meow Golden eyes gleaming from among a pelt of deep blue grey stripes, she is an unrelenting optimist who can always see the sun through the clouds, even if that's all she can see. A sunny disposition and a blissful ignorance of anything unpleasant sees her through every day in a haze of happiness that can be infectious or irritating. Not the brightest star in the sky, but she shines nonetheless. rank: kit mate log: female - bisexual - single