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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i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
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Post by uniqcrim on Nov 14, 2021 14:01:38 GMT -5
NETHERPAW / surge - uniqcrim An insecure goofball with a passion for screwing things up. Loves to play, goof around, roughhouse, and fight. Never backs down from a challenge or a fight and is known to go around showing off his so-called battlescars. In truth, this black tom doesn’t know how to control his strength. He wants to be loved and admired but doesn’t know when to stop. This frequently agitates others and he never stays part of games or spars for very long. Still, there is a loveable quality about him that prevents cats from staying too mad for too long. Has a good heart and means well but does not know how to properly channel his energy or strength, at least not yet. Rank: apprentice
CROWNEDHUNT - uniqcrim 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. Rank: warrior
PICKLETAIL - uniqcrim Sweet, soft spoken, and unsure of others. Pickles is not one to start a confrontation. She can hold her own in a physical fight despite her size, but cannot stand her ground when it comes to a verbal altercation. Her tongue gets tied and she always says the wrong things. It has been known to get her in trouble a time or two and she is never more thankful for her quick paws and sharp claws than in those moments. Her light brown fur and green eyes help her blend in among trees, leaves, and foliage, but in bright or colorful settings she sticks out like a sore paw. Formerly named Pickles, she decided to adapt a more warrior like name once summerclan truly felt like home. Rank: warrior
CRAFTEDBUBBLE - uniqcrim Craftedbubble is an agender brown bengal with teal-blue eyes. They take very little seriously, including themself. Well, mostly themself. They are dramatic enough to appall any natural born drama queen and are not afraid to shout their woes from the rooftops. "Cursed I have been to wander this cold earth alone - no lover, no mother, no friends - oh woe is me," but it is truly all in good fun. They were a kitty pet but their owner passed away suddenly and she had no family or friends to take Craftedbubble in either so they escaped the former home and set out on their own. To carve their own Destiny and make their way in the world. When they found Summerclan it quickly became obvious they were not suited for the life of a warrior, the thought of blood and gore horrified them and they passed out at the mere sight of it. So, they became a garden keeper and they have loved their job ever since. Not only do they enjoy keeping things neat and tidy but they love decorating and making their home absolutely beautiful and stunning. They also love wearing flower crowns and even the occasional bit of berry paint, even though body paint is not a common occurrence or tradition in summerclan. It makes them stand out and they love every minute of it. Rank: garden keeper
MARKEDPELT - jetclaw Markedpelt is a dark brown tabby tom with black stripes and a tuft of black fur on each ear with amber eyes. Long ago he was once a loner, the evidence of his past life shown in the scars on his back and shoulders, marking up his pelt as he'd done his best to save a kit only to be scarred for his efforts. But that doesn't get the tom down, and he wears his scars with honor and pride. He is boisterous, kind and steadfast in his desire to help others even if it might seem pointless. There was a time it looked like he'd be SummerClan leader, before learning of a prophecy that foretold Ratstar's arrival and he jumped to ensure the tom took up leadership. Markedpelt prefers to let his good deeds and respect he earns be proof of his success in life. He will help SummerClan however he can, but he knows the path of leadership isn't for him.
TURTLESPLASH - jetclaw Turtleplash was named for the blotchy gray and black tabby pattern on his pelt, and life wound up making him quite similar to his namesake. This tom is very anxious from a hard life lived. Formerly from the now disbanded WaterClan, he was promoted too early under Riverstar. To make matters worse, he had the misfortune of running afoul of a league cat looking for a trophy. She tore out his right eye and scratched up the right side of his face, leaving him half-blinded and scarred for life. He came to SummerClan among WaterClan refugees and after much struggle and training was eventually promoted thanks to the teachings from Ratstar and his former Mentor Chimerahunt. He's grown a bit more settled into the clan now that time has passed since he was scarred. But he still jumps when he's surprised or at loud noises. But slowly some of that light is starting to return to his remaining blue green eye.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
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Post by uniqcrim on Nov 22, 2021 18:46:45 GMT -5
DANDELIONFLUFF - uniqcrim she's an optimist. hopeful, idealistic, loving of those around her, and while she doesn't take hardships well she is the one that usually shines brightest in the end. oldest, usually the most overlooked out of all three. her head is usually in the clouds, making her come across as spacey and inattentive, but she seems to know everything about everyone. polite and sociable, she's said to take after beetuft the most. she's easiest to get along with, great to be around if you need a calmer presence; her voice is usually soft and wistful. Dandelionfluff would rather lay in the sun than anything else, and is generally very easy-going. it takes a lot to really rile her up, but her parents are usually a sore spot. She likes poison and dangerous plants. Bio written by goldcrest. Rank: Garden Keeper
NAME / suffix - Asher biography - Asher is an young adult Russian Blue cat with green eyes. He is afflicted with minor vitiligo, marbling his chest and back with white. As he gets older, the condition will progress further. Pale scars cover his body from fights of his past. He was once a kitty-pet, adopted at a local shelter. Due to the late manifestations of symptoms of vitilgo, his humans didn't like his appearance and abandoned him. Since then he had to fend for himself, learning to fight and hunt on his own, toughening him mentally and physically. Because of his early abandonment, he didn't think that he wasn't good enough and fell into a depression. That was, until he met Link, a rogue in love with the idea of violence and destruction. Since Link didn't like weak cats he taught Asher essential survival skills and, over time, they became good friends. During their time together though, he picked up some unsavory traits such as blood lust, but he found a way to suppress them when he was around other cats. With an invitation from Fairystar to join SummerClan, he accepted. However, Link didn't follow him there due to a difference in lifestyle, he would still visit him at the border. Still new to living with more than just another cat, he tries to fit in, although feelings of not fitting in creep in sometimes. Rank: Warrior Mate log: male - hetero - single
JWHF I HAD TO REWRITE HER BIO IT BOTHERED ME SOOO MUCH
Dawnflicker - goldcrest
The golden child; her parents would call her perfect, tell her how much potential she had, how much she could live up too. She would nod and agree, tell them of all the amazing things she would do for them, never pay attention to what it was that she wanted; a quiet, simple life. And when the opportunity to do such things came about, when she was training to be Summerclan's next medicine-cat, she stepped down. Young, bright-eyed Sunpaw turned bitter, self-pitying, someone who didn't like making friends with the other apprentices but complained that she was lonely anyway. She took on warrior training, hated every second of it enough that, one day, she went out and never came back. A break, she would call it when she returned, from clan life, though she never actually left at all. The Witch's House is where she spent her time, making a little home under the back porch that led to the garden, hunting the mice that burrowed in the firewood and wondering if she should go further, really leave it all behind. She returned almost a year later, didn't say a thing about it, hardly let herself realize how much things had changed. Dawnflicker is a rather large she-cat, tall and imposing, but her round features make her seem friendly. Tall ears, big white paws and broad shoulders, none of it holds a lot of muscle. She's not a fighter, shies away from violence because the smell of blood makes her head spin never completed her training so she has no skills to show. She tries to help in littler ways — leaving herbs anonymously in front of the medicine-cat's den, scouting out the most plentiful places for prey in season and directing cats there, keeping track of the migrations and hibernations of the wildlife just so she could feel useful. She knows the land like the back of her own paw, more than she knows herself. Talkative, creative, she gives people thin, polite smiles and goes on awkward rambles. She isn't good at growing connections to her peers, preferring they only knew the face she put on for them than her actual self. An overthinker, an overreactor, she looks into everything and anything. Small grievances turn into bitter grudges. And while for the most part, her self-loathing is kept internal, sometimes it bleeds out onto those she is jealous of, those who she thinks are happy, those she wants to be. Sunfreckle didn't know who she was, thought of the world as a scary, unfair place, but, with the new name of Dawnflicker, she's been able to try and figure it out. A love of adventure, learning and doing new things, something that's always been stifled by her need for perfection and her need to be something more. Still, she can be foolish, reckless, a cowardly cat who believes she doesn't have that much to lose, someone who struggles to think of the consequences that her actions have on others and refuses to face them anyway. She turns a blind eye. The bliss of ignorance is a welcoming one.
TWILIGHTKIT / fog - sunlight It may be obvious to others that Twilightfog is blind, with her enormous pupils, darting eyes, and tendency to bump into cats. But the fact of the matter is that Twilightfog doesn't think it should matter. She doesn't want to be defined by her blindness, so she's set her- ahem- sights on the same goals as everyone else. Others might consider this ambitious, or see the calico as an overachiever, but she doesn't care. She wants to be independent, but her determination to not be viewed as 'that blind cat' makes her extremely self-conscious and indecisive. Every move she makes may be chalked up to her being blind or overly eager, so she's become almost paranoid about how others perceive her. Always taking on extra work and more difficult challenges, she tends to beat herself up harshly when she fails, even if a seeing cat would fail at the same thing. Despite her critical attitude towards herself, she's sweet and friendly, and she works hard to be just like everyone else.
RATEYE/STAR - GidgetGal A name and legacy that will precede him long after he’s gone. A slender and scraggly light-brown tabby with a single, mischievous yellow-green eye, Rateye fits the part of his namesake in every conceivable way. However, he doesn't consider his youth in the twolegplace to be a particularly tragic story; constant death, brawls, starvation, and struggling to survive is just the way life is lived among loners and rouges, which makes his sudden rise from rogue to clan leader an even more astounding one. As competition for food in the twolegplace grew more and more vicious, Rateye knew deep down that he would not likely survive the next leafbare on his own. But just as he was ready to accept his fate, he began to have dreams of starry ghosts that seemed almost too fantastical to be real. The dreams eventually led him to a small patrol, who declared that Starclan had chosen him to lead Summerclan. Caught up in the whirlwind of prophecy and fate, the lowly Rateye was now Ratstar, and was unceremoniously thrust into the responsibility of caring for an entire clan of cats. To his surprise, Ratstar was welcomed with relatively open paws, and given a new home and a second chance that most cats could only dream of. A down-to-earth, laid-back, and all-around friendly guy, Ratstar tends to treat every member of his clan as family, and every stranger that passes by like an old friend. He strives to know each on his clanmates on a personal level, and makes sure that Summerclan is a comfortable home for everyone else like it was for him. But just because he's easy-going does not mean that Ratstar should be underestimated; the tom is smarter than he looks, and perhaps a bit more cunning and manipulative than most tend to give him credit for. He is a very hard cat to hate, and he knows it. Ratstar led Summerclan for many seasons, taking the snooty but passionate Poppymask as his mate and starting a family with her. Unfortunately, a series of misfortunes, including an assassination by a rival clan, forced him into an early retirement. To the surprise of everyone but himself, it was ultimately his eldest daughter, the spirited Sunstar, that stepped up as his rightful successor. Though he isn’t physically fit to be leader anymore, Rateye is content with the way his life has gone; he’s eternally proud of his daughter, and is both happy to support his home in any way he still can. In many ways, he remains the heart of Summerclan. Rank: Senior Warrior
(Am I back? Ehhhh, sorta? I'll rp with Rateye a bit over winter break, and then see how my Spring schedule goes.)
WEEVILSPIKE - fox A handsome, fairly large black tabby tom with amber eyes, untamed fur that sticks out at all angles, and surprisingly dainty paws. He believes in pampering oneself and self-care and never starts his morning before he’s perfectly filed his claws and given himself a hot rock physical therapy session. He and his sister, Sunstar, are the darlings of SummerClan, the royal siblings so twin-like in the way their minds work despite the utter disparity in their appearances. He’s kind in the way a popular boy is kind: because he can afford to be, because nothing has ever gone wrong in his life, because someone has to be the gentler touch passing out wads of cash and sympathies to avoid a lawsuit in the wake of his sister’s childhood outbursts; and he’s unpleasant in the way a popular boy is unpleasant: the Ryan to Sunpetal’s Sharpay, the one to dump pig’s blood on the loser girl because she made eyes at his sister’s prom queen crown, the one who laughs when the common classes have grain shortages because really, oughtn’t they to just work harder? Just as his sister has grown colder since becoming leader, Weevilspike has changed to support her, a voice of undying support for SummerClan’s new leader, whatever banishments or enemies or wars she may open them up to; she could be a despot and her brother would still be in the centre of the crowd cheering her on and laughing nervously at the atrocities when her head is turned. He’s spoiled, lazy, stirs up trouble when he’s bored, and blindly devoted to his sister; but just as there’s the bad, there’s the good. He loves kits, has grown to be a voice for the everyday members of SummerClan like a prince who discovered compassion for the poor, and is playful, encouraging, and creative. He’d take the prime seat in his sister’s war council, a cunning strategist beneath all the crooked grins. Whatever life throws their way, it’ll always be Sunstar and Weevilspike, the princess-turned-queen and her faithful supporter, always there to make fun of her when she needs to be brought down a notch, or to carry out insane errands under the cover of darkness when anyone else would dismiss her as insane, following her into war or flood or famine.
treasure hunter captain
just rewriting his bio to make him fit me more now that i'll be taking him on permanently <3
BEARKIT / claw - racer A massive black tom, with a sleek black pelt and green eyes. Bearkit may be young, but he already dwarfs the other kits in the nursery and judging by the size of his massive paws he still has a lot of growing left to do. Bearpaw can not be rushed nor slowed down, he does everything at his own pace. Known for being stubborn, independent, and perhaps even a bit brutish.
To be the sacrificial lamb is to be a tool for the common good; a silver bengal with precious, blue-ish green eyes, he was first named Dorus and said to be a gift, the provider of his parent’s apparent immortality after the occurrence of a specific ritual, in which he would have given up his life. He was raised sheltered, knowing his fate and preparing for the day to come, and yet despite how ready he had tricked himself into believing he was, before it could be conducted he disappeared, faking his death along the way. Fleeing, he found sanction in a clan of warmth, peace, and protection. His only wish is to live a quiet, safe life, where he can learn to enjoy the world instead of feeling the terrible guilt that came with leaving his family. Gentle, kind, there’s an air of gloom to him, the kind that holds many secrets; he genuinely sees the good in others, even those who have wronged him, forgives again and again even if it hurts. His worth is dependable on those around him, how useful he can be, how much he can be used. Though, prefers the company of himself over the company of others, unsure in social situations and usually making a fool of himself. Growing up, nobody wanted to get too close to him. Effeminate, his fur reflects the way the pines gather snow in the winter yet still stay green and healthy, a symbol of immortality, of hope. He is cold, yet alive, going against the very nature of his birth.
REAPINGNIGHT — Jadie Reapingnight is a pretty boy with a thick and unruly charcoal gray pelt. His fur has a unique auburn undertone: In the night he blends in as effortlessly as a shadow, but in direct sunlight he shines bright as polished mahogany. He also has a few dusty ginger patches, mostly around his face, which accent his mustard yellow eyes. Sure, Reapingnight is quite the handsome cat… but he doesn’t look very WinterClan. His ears aren’t tufted, his fur isn’t that long, the list goes on. As the son of Wintrystar and Howlingnight, Reapingnight is expected to be the perfect WinterClan Warrior and maybe someday Sovereign, that’s his dream. But he’s plagued with self-doubt: He doesn’t look the part, so how in the world will he ever act it? He would never pose that question to himself, of course. He deals with his insecurities by repressing and then forcing them on everyone else. Assertive and arrogant, Reapingnight paints himself the rightful prince of WinterClan and now King of SummerClan, the cat you should listen to and follow without question. He will build you up or tear you down, whatever works best of him, no blow too low. Believe it or not he does have a sensitive side; however, this side also nurtures his weaknesses, so he buries it in favor of the distinguished future he has convinced himself is waiting for him. Rank: Warrior KING 👑(he would expect at least Coast Guard but it's funnier if he's not lmao)
CLOUDWEAVER — childe Scorned and jaded Cloudweaver is a tom who feels cheated by the world around him at large and often displays the emotional depth of the stone faces carved out by the waves of his home clan Summerclan. He grew up alongside his childhood love, a love that was returned with just as much passion. But young love burns bright and quick and by the time he reached warriorhood she had moved on from him. A great period of his life, from kithood to adulthood had been devoted to his first love and then to have it shunned and tossed aside without a care left him adrift. Barley a moon later she had moved on and another moon later was announcing her expectancy of anothers kits. Cloudweaver curled away from the world afterwords, his faith in himself and his judgement shaken. How could he have been so swept away with another that he seemingly lost all sense of himself. Who was Cloudweaver without his love? Slowly he has been rediscovering himself with hesitant steps and fragile attempts at socialization. One day he might be able to know himself as he truly is, without others outside influence on him. But until then Cloudweaver is a timid and anxious tom that spends more time trying to hide away from the unknown future rather than embrace it. Smaller in stature and with a soft seal point tabby coat he melts into the sands of the beach to disappear on particularly difficult days. Bright blue eyes staring out across the ocean they so resemble as he aches to escape the mortal confines of his struggles. rank : warrior
