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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PANTHERPAW (prowl) roleplayed by ash A solid black feline with sharp green eyes. She was named Panther simply due to the fact she had a strong built face, and big paws, as well as her coloring. Panther is a sharp tongued feline who has a lot of spunk in her. She has two littermates, Dusk and Rose. Her father was killed in a battle when she was rather young, and her mother Primrosetuft never moved on. Instead she raised her kits and eventually rose to become the loyal guard. Then tragedy happened in Kier's reign, and Primrosetuft was taken as a prisoner due to not agreeing with his ways, this eventually led to her mother's death. Which changed all of her kits.
CASCADEPAW (rosecascade) rped by ian Her body is a marbled white and black, the dark patches destroying the otherwise sanctified white that makes up most of her pelt. Faint blue eyes, the color of barely frosted over water, complete her look, framed perfectly by her delicate features. Rosecascade, originally known as Cascadepaw (she only took the warrior name in her mother's honor, although this, she knew would not go well, but it was a hill she was willing to die on), is the daughter of Primrosetuft and sibling to Duskhaunting and Pantherprowl. Normally quite composed, it seems as if nothing could bother the she-cat. Of course, this non-chalance is only surface level. Although she does not often comment on silly things like politics - she recognizes the absolute uselessness of addressing her own opinion - she sees everything. A gatherer of information, her knowledge suggests a particular... omnipresence of the young cat. Always lurking but very rarely stepping out of line, she collects this information and holds hit close to her chest. Her reserved nature, though, shifts as she gets older. The longer she witnesses the weaknesses of those around her, the more this reserved charm becomes angry, becomes fuel that leaves her a little more willing to go from a quiet shadow to a loud voice of resistance.
Post by vexing_ode on Feb 27, 2022 19:51:16 GMT -5
WHEATKIT / WHISPER Roleplayed by vexingode A field of wheat gently Swaying in the wind, the light of the moon glistening off the tall pale grain. Do you hear it? Do you feel it? The whispering songs of mother nature. Do you see it? A flicker in the field, breaking the calm ebb and flow of the wheat. The sleek movement of a she-cat her molted grey cream coat disguising her movement. Amber eyes peering from beneath the whispering grain. The thick scent of mortiferous herbs, and the quiet clink of small rocks and crystals. You can't tell what is most disturbing, her soft ghostly meow, the sharpened fangs from her strange rock eating habits, or the sickening sent of herbs from her personal collection. Ripped from her mother and brainwashed by her leader, she is Wheatwhisper. The spitting image of Moonblight, a reminder of traitors long gone. Her fury is silent, quieter than the night mother's whisper. It sleekes in the shadows hidden below her smiles. Don't believe her whispering don't partake her offerings. For she is the witch of the night, and tragedies sweet whisper. With two bothers by her side, what will they do about their plight Kit Aromatic /single
i made a typo !!!
Edited Feb 27, 2022 22:19:20 GMT -5 By vexing_ode | Reason: i made a typo!!!
ROYALKIT / BRAT roleplayed by fox The voodoo queen, the family dissenter, the thorn in Kier’s side. While one of her sisters is the crown prince and the other is the perfect princess, Brat is the unneeded spare who lost her way. As a young royal, she traded in her father’s Celtic paganisms for voodoo; and, with her father paying no attention to her, she took to charging for reading counterfeit fortunes. As she grew older, these cons took a darker turn. She’s a scrawny, scrappy survivor, as at home in a castle as in dingy, rowdy inn, as able to eat cockroaches as to eat the finest feast, used to living in impromptu situations and making do — dirt, rain, on the road. She makes no judgement of her lot in life; she’s a roach and a scammer, a disgraced royal daughter and a calm, hooded-eyed quick thinker, and she’s content. She’s malnourished but satisfied with the open road, eccentric, theatrical, and always smiling. But the smile isn’t always kind. She sells fraudulent love and success potions for a high price, and by the time her customers realise they’re useless, she’s gone. A natural bargainer, in back rooms and side halls, she wears a little leather purse she’s always slipping profits into after a successful business transaction, a pleased, smug smile on her face and a coin flicked to spin in the air. She has all manner of tricks and spectacles up her sleeve — she’ll disappear in a plume of red smoke conjured from her satchel, revive blooms from black death, seem to sprout bat wings as a silhouette, and somewhere along the way the con artist pageantry begins to blur with magic. Do the shadows move behind her, or is that only your own fear? Can she take your soul, or was the bargain an empty threat? Is she just a common magician, or did she make some terrible deal? The certified embarrassment of the family, she’s only one who can get away with mocking her father in public, with showing up to important events hammered and passing out on the throne; she annoyed her way to freedom with tarot cards and bad behaviour just to make her siblings laugh, and now she’s the princess who beds down in taverns. She’s all over-confidence borne of necessity, all mocking bows and curtsies, asking visiting leaders about their messy divorce and encouraging kits and apprentices to ruin her father’s important day. If Kier hadn’t given up on her a long time ago, he would still spend half his days yelling at her. All that said, she doesn’t hate her father, more loves him in a deadpan, entirely-aware-of-his-failings way; she’ll roll her eyes and show up to family gatherings and give him a hug and deadpan ‘hi dad.’ She still loves him and wants their messed up family to be happy. A small, dusty grey-brown she-cat with large ears, narrow green eyes, and her father’s inherited Adie syndrome in her left pupil. Step past the velvet curtains and into the incense and dust of her tarot den, and there you’ll find her. But be wary; when you bargain something away to her, the thing you have taken may not be what you intended to give. In that dark room, she can’t be trusted. You might get what you want, but you’ll lose what you had.
do ur magic gold im too lazy and youre my subordinate
all characters added after this point must include their role - superior, inferior, reporter, or executioner. for kits and apprentices, this will be the role you want them to have after they pass their assessment; if you'd like it to be a surprise to you, say 'any.' until the joining thread is updated, information about the roles can be found here <3
BANSHEESHRIEK roleplayed by nightshade Her parents gave her a name they hoped would instill a fear into those she encountered, a name that spoke of the havoc she would bring. The small she cat would live up to none of it, instead becoming an odd and misty-eyed dreamer the older she got. She had always been small, her fur a jet black and her eyes a dim yellow. She always had a high-pitched raspy voice that didn't match her soft face, lilting and drawling as she thought while she spoke, her words taking forever to pass through her lips. None of those had changed as she grew. She knew from a young age that she was drawn to the beauty in the world and when she met Satyrsong he opened her eyes to the enchanting world of love. He taught her not only to love him but others, as he did. They shared a mutual understanding that while they cared most for each other, others were always an option. When she was blessed with his kits, she knew immediately she didn't want to raise them the same way her parents tried to raise her, a cruel and uncaring warrior. She knew the others in the clan looked down on her for her physical weakness and her promiscuity but she was never one to let their opinions get in the way. She hopes to instill values of love, beauty, and open possibilities to her offspring and show them that the world doesn't have to be cruel, even if her ideas are ultimately skewed and not realistic. Queen Inferior
CRIMSONFANG roleplayed by nightshade A large muddy brown tom cat with angled green eyes and a permanently angry look plastered to his face, Crimsonfang always looks like he's ready to fight. He was always large for his age, excelling in fighting from early on, though his size made hunting a bit more of a challenge. He didn't take many of his other duties very seriously, dedicating most of his time to perfecting the best ways to rake his claws down the stomach of another. He made sure early on to establish a reputation among others, he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way or get better than him. He was always very competitive and when he did lose, it often resulted in an altercation later in the day, both parties coming back scratched and beaten, but a smile still decorating his face as the other cat limped to the medicine cat den. He's excellent at taking orders and knows how to suppress his feelings when it comes to what needs to be done for the clan, while he is very competitive he understands how to use it for the good of the clan and tries his hardest not to let his pride get in the way. Warrior Executioner
SWEETKIT/MAIDEN Roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad A dainty grey-brown she-cat with soft paws and grey-green eyes. Brat's twin. The princess, the bastard, the soldier, the king. In the twisted fairytale of her childhood, there was never any question of which she would be. The scrawny, weak, good-hearted daughter, her curse was being born both the neglected daughter and the favourite; while her sister was groomed to be the heir, the son his actual son was too out of favour to be, she was raised to do the only thing a she-cat ought to aspire to: being a mother. Continuing the royal line. She’s the daughter Kier allows - and insists, in fact - to be feminine; she’s the princess, the perfect daughter, the child he dotes on most because she’s everything he thinks a she-cat ought to be. He shelters her from talk of politics and violence, thinking they’re distressing to feminine ears. He spoils and shelters her, and as such she’s out of touch with the real world, just her father’s perfect, isolated doll, the lonely queen of her castle. She’s the perfect entertainer, the one who visiting dignitaries call ‘charming’, who curtsies so prettily and smiles and laughs and asks questions at the dinner table, who lets herself be paraded. She stress eats. She carries a lot of trauma, PTSD, and guilt/grief about the things she knows her father does to other cats; she thinks it’s somehow her fault, that she shouldn’t be allowed to have so privileged a life while others suffer. She has a huge heart and feels everyone’s pain too deeply. Too much empathy. Kind, poorly socialized, haunted, deeply sad, preened to be a happy, smiling, girly princess but her mouth is always downturned in her pink dresses like she’s holding back tears. Still, she loves her father deeply because he’s her dad and genuinely wants to make him happy, so she does everything he asks and behaves and grooms herself the way he wants. The third sister — where Royalbrat’s disdain has left her strong and Littleking’s training has left her a killer, Maiden’s innate gentleness and timidness has left her lost and out of place in the royal family. She’s not tough or callous like her sisters; she admires them and thinks herself weak and complicit. Royalbrat’s twin; they were raised the same, but where their upbringing left Royalbrat numb, it left Maiden with a desperate need to please. While Royalbrat is the rebellious daughter who deadpan glowers at the camera during family portraits, Sweetmaiden is the one who beams bright and beautiful to over-compensate for the shadow over the rest of the family. She’s the people-pleaser, the one who decorates all their balls because she wants everything to go off without a hitch and be a success, the one who takes the time to cuddle with her father because she wants him to feel loved. She’s innocent, out of touch, and dangerously repressed, lying to herself that her family is happy when it’s falling apart at the seams. The perfect daughter. She’s Kier’s favourite and he genuinely loves her. She’s going to kill herself keeping her family smiling and positive, and always arranges bonding activities to try and keep them together. Maiden will never hear a word against their father, acts like a child, would love Christmas because it’s family time. She’s the only one of their siblings to look like the mother they never knew. She’s not resentful, because resentment would require some idea of what life is supposed to be like; really, she thinks she’s very happy and is thankful for her life. She’s oblivious by choice and by training; she learned to turn a blind eye and not pay attention, to bow her head when politics was discussed. But far from being naïve, she’s easy to underestimate — if you really want information about what Kier’s planning or what he’s afraid of, you go to Maiden; constantly with him, she knows everything, even if she’s silent and obedient. But that makes her dangerous, too; she could well be a turncoat, and no one is ever truly sure where her loyalties lie or whether she can be trusted. Maiden is the most devoted to Kier and loves him deeply, despite her grief and guilt about it. Beyond everything, he’s just her dad — but that doesn’t stop the internal conflict she feels about the things he does. She’s too afraid to have a personality of her own, and as such she doesn’t know who she is beyond Kier’s puppet - but at heart, she suspects she isn’t a villain. She’s Kier’s model pet and greatest joy. The innocent one. The hopeful one. The willfully blind one. The destructively optimistic one. sometimes gets upset and throws tantrums when her siblings don’t play their parts. in her world, everyone has a script to follow and anyone deviating from theirs throws her entire life into disarray. Kit Superior?
I'm sorry I was too lazy to paraphrase what Fox wrote XD
BUMBLEBEEPAW / ARIETTA roleplayed by Wrenpansy A smaller cat; in spite of this they have a more muscular and athletic build that they seem to carry with the fierceness of a cat much larger than they actually are. With their exotic golden pelt and bengal markings, there is a certain innately wild and foreign look that Bumblebeearietta carries, one that they clearly take pride in. Apprentice CLASS: Reporter
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 17, 2022 14:26:36 GMT -5
BUNNYPAW / RELIC roleplayed by vexingode Slinking in the shadows, the moon glistening of his sleek bangle tabby pelt. His dark black and brown stripes disguising him in the shadow of the trees. Yellow blinking eyes and soft childlike features. With smooth words and a deceptively gentle gaze, Bunnyrelic isn’t as soft and kind as he looks. It’s a facade, to get you to lower your defenses, so he can discover your deepest secrets. There are very few cats he actually trust, and cares for. Though there is one cat he would die for, Marinewisp, his adoptive mother, so gentle and kind. She nurtured him and his siblings. He hates his name but doesn’t complain, in fear of hurting the sweet ex kitty pets heart. With a desire for power and higher rank, he will do anything to rise to the top, even sacrificing his siblings if they give him reason. Always watching, listening, waiting for his opportunity to deal his blow. He is patient and cunning, and can play the long game. So soft and deceptive he can fool almost anyone, Anyone except those who know better, those who have seen his heart and his true intentions. Apprentice Class: Reporter
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 17, 2022 14:41:45 GMT -5
MARINEWISP roleplayed by vexingode A small black and white she cat with green eyes, who despite being plain in appearance holds something beautiful in her own right in her grace of movement and just in her delicate physical frame. Formerly a kitty-pet from one of the two-leg places that were so far away from the clans that tales of them were thought myths and legends, she grew up on stories of fierce wild cats and of grand battles between these mythical clans. She was a dreamer, enchanted by the stories of clan-life even though she knew she would never be brave enough to leave her cozy home. At least, she believed as much, until one of the other kitty-pets down her street - a friend of her's name Henry- took on what he claimed to be a real clan cat as a mate. The foreign she cat was strange, exotic in her appearance and speaking styles, and she held a certain air of confidence and mystery that truly matched the tales and legends she had heard about. Although in some respects this apparent clan cat was secretive and reserved, Marinewisp would slowly but surely learn more and more - both about this foreigner and the actual life inside the clans she had heard so much about. After moons of hearing second-hand tales, Marinewisp's curiosity reached a boiling point: She decided she would search out these legendary clans and join one for herself. But such a decision coincided, incidently, with the clan-cat she had befriended being near kitting, and this lead to a request Marinewhisper was wholly unprepared for. The foreign she cat told her she didn't wish for her kittens to be raised as kitty-pets, nor to live as loners - she wished for them to be raised among the clans as she had been, and to be given the choice to leave and roam as she had when she was older as they wished. The request sounded strange to Marinewhisper, but she agreed to take the kittens with her once they were weened and to bring them to whatever clan she herself joined. She didn't however, truly realize how ardeous of a task she had signed up for; being a kitty-pet with little survival skills and six extra mouths to feed was a trial in itself, and in the end one of the kits she was traveling with perished from the elements. However, she and the rest eventually made it, managing to get the border of Nightclan alive. Little did she know what she was signing up for when she stepped foot into Nightclan, and the culture shock she and the still-small kittens at her side were in for. Written by Wrenpansy Queen Inferior
{ sorry another lol, she can’t have kits but she is stuck in the nursery as a queen because she is seen as to soft, but she doesn’t mind.. }
