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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BUBBLEGLEAM roleplayed by biyuu A bengal she-cat with blue eyes. Bubblegleam is a sharp-tongued warrior who likes to plan ahead for every possible scenario. Introspective and cerebral, she takes her duties as a warrior seriously and her defection to NightClan to be closer to Rustspiral has left her with some personal issues. She is easy to provoke, but her thorny exterior hides a softer personality. Inexplicably lapses into British slang sometimes. warrior bisexual - rustspiral (ian)
BET YOU NEVER THOUGHT THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN PART TWO THE SEQUEL
roleplayed by Ambermoon Phantomcrow was born on December 24, 2020, into a Wiccan witches home with his parents, Astral, his Mother and Grimore, He is the oldest of his other two siblings, Myth, his sister and Heka, his brother. He spent the first month at the witches home and then was given to another witch, as a familiar. Phantom as he was named grew up with the witch until he reached 4 moons old. The witch soon died of a heart attack, and left Phantomcrow in her old home, alone. Phantomcrow, had watched the witch use herbs and knew what each one was and what it was for, he also knew fighting skills, because the witch, often took him to a fighting class, and he watched what the humans did. In his spare time while the witch slept, he would practice his fighting moves and herbs. Once the witch was dead though, he stayed until the house was cleared up and sold. He decided to go live in the forest and made his way into NightClan's territory. He had heard tales of wild cats living in the forest, but was always skeptical about it. Now he would find out the truth, once and for all. Maybe he would join them, if he felt like it was the place to be. Phantomcrow, can be aggressive, in getting what he wants, and he will do about anything to get it. He is a very reserved person, and doesn't show his emotions very well, unless he is mad. He also doesn't give his opinion, unless asked to give it, and even then, most would rather not hear it anyways. He is very intelligent, knowing fighting and herbs, that cats may have never even heard of before, as well as having a great memory in which he is able to memorize a lot of information in just a short time. He is very blunt too. He will speak his mind and tell you what is what, when he is asked too. He will never sugar-coat it, he will always be honest and true, even if it hurts someone, emotionally or physically. Phantomcrow hopes to one day, have a mate and kits and to produce NightClan with kits and maybe even Grandkids someday. As a witch familiar, he was born with a Crescent birthmark on his forehead, a symbol of him being chosen to be a familiar. He is a pure black cat with dark green eyes. He wears a collar with a Pendant, that symbolizes his status as a witch familiar and kittypet roots.
SAGEKIT (bristle) roleplayed by sunlight Sagebristle is not an easy cat to befriend, by any means. She's abrasive, mistrustful, and often sharp-tongued to the point of immediately alienating anyone who speaks to her. Many older cats know how she came to Nightclan, yowling and fighting off the guard captain after being abandoned on the border as a kit. They know her as the undersized, scrawny, and scrappy apprentice who often bullied others, and then as the sullen and withdrawn warrior with a temper. But few, if any, know the real Sagebristle- the one who knows it's easier to make others hate her for her actions rather than let them in and risk them hating who she is. The one who fears caring for anyone and being abandoned again. The one who questions why even her father wouldn't love her. All of that fear is buried underneath her antagonism, under her russet-tinged tabby pelt and angry amber eyes. Sagebristle is a good fighter, despite her permanently undersized frame, due to her speed and her willingness to use unconventional and underhanded tactics. Coupled with her intellect and perception, Sagebristle is a good warrior, but not an easy cat to be around.
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(also can you please add rosethorn to the page, i don't see her on the page c:)
SNAKESHIVER roleplayed by baewolf It was almost as if the stars knew what this quiet, swift footed female would look like. Slender, long legged, with a narrow face and large, pointed ears, everything about this feline says sleek. Snakeshiver was not born or bred at NightClan, but found at the border when she was still being weaned, and yet there is no better place that she would fit. Quick witted and sharped tongued, she fits in with the most sarcastic and unruly of the bunch, but her best skills come from her stealth. Like the scaly, long, slithering creature that she was name for, Snakeshiver can disappear in the blink of an eye, and unless your really listening for her, you won't hear her coming. While some would say she's boarding on plain with her looks, some would say her pale brown and black tabby pelt are a blessing when it comes to blending in with the shadows. White accents the edges of her eyes and down to her muzzle, tickling down her chest and making front paws look snow dipped. A black tipped tail ends her body, ominously mimicking the creature she was named for. Her eyes are a pale amber, almost always narrowed in annoyance at whomever is trying to talk to her. While she is not the most friendly, she is loyal. It takes a long time for someone to gain her trust, having been left behind by whatever parent that had dumped her at the border. Snakeshiver is easy to annoy and quick to strike, with both claw and tongue. She may not be the largest warrior, but she is quick, and will take down whatever she needs to from the shadows that she seems to disappear in. Her best skill is her ability to stay still and just blend in with her surroundings, thanks to her dull colored pelt. It's only her pale eyes that give a glint in the light.
i am currently out of town, but i will get everyone added. i was under the impression that the new page was going to be quick, so i had been waiting, but i will get everyone added as soon as i get back and have laptop access
HYENAPROWL roleplayed by bauble A great length of spine bisects this tall, skinny tom -- the vertebrae are like spears, fighting to prod through his sandy fur in ridges and valleys. His dark amber gaze is savage in its glow, the windows of soul that’s spent too long at the edge of survival. At three months of age he was orphaned and alone, with dark, rain-wet alleys as his harbor. He blended amongst rodents, scrapping and tugging for every morsel; and as he grew, so did his appetite, eventually venturing to find live prey. That’s when he was found by the world, and when he discovered it; he drifted into Nightclan on a night that chilled to the bone, a dodgy rogue with an anonymous face, who needed a warm place to duck his head for a time. One night turned into two, two to four, and suddenly he was a permanent fixture. Hyenaprowl is a serviceable and dependable warrior, particularly in the heat of battle or when his clanmates find themselves in a tight squeeze. That’s when others are glad to have him around. Still, the hostile nature of his past defines him to this day. Don’t come to him for smiles and assurances... this tom has no appetite for weakness … but he can find respect for those with the will to fight to survive. Warrior
WOLFRIOT roleplayed by baewolf A cocky, sharp toothed grin followed by an arrogant chuckle, these are the first things one will notice about this tomcat. Following that is his massive size; broad shoulders, a long thick tail, large ears pointed with tufts of fur all accent Wolfriot. Large, wide paws with claws peaking out from his toes are at the ends of his tall wiry legs. Though his lanky limbs seem to not go with his bulky figure, it all seems cohesive in the end. Wolfriot was named for his form, more canine than feline, but also for his misty grey fur, accented and divided with flashes of black and white, breaking up the grey areas. Hints of brown and red color behind his ears and lightly across his shoulders. His fur is thick, collecting in almost a mane around his neck and shoulders. Pale amber eyes hold his prey in place, inviting yet dangerous at the same time. Wolfriot will never be one to settle for anything but the best, he has his eyes on the prize and is willing to do almost anything to get to where he wants.
ROARINGKIT (winter) roleplayed by woof Family is everything---yet Roaringwinter found herself ripped from the only home she's ever known, away from her mother and all her comforts, to be indoctrinated into a life she didn't choose, all under the premise of being closer to her dead father's kin. Since that terrible night she has been a brooding cloud situated directly over NightClan, refusing to acknowledge her "family" other than her littermates and her uncle Pinesimmer, whose indiscriminate honesty drew her to trust and respect him, to the dismay of her captor, Aspenstar. She's a prisoner in this life, enjoying none of the luxuries her human household offered her and being forced to learn to fend for herself and the clan she's not sure she'll ever love, but something keeps her from returning home. Perhaps her siblings, perhaps the thrall of life in the wild she won't admit, even reluctantly, that she feels drawn to, or something greater than even she can guess, but whatever the reason... she loathes it. Occasionally she may lower her guard and allow the playful side of herself to arise from where she has smothered it down, and one might catch her chasing fluttering leaves or counting shooting stars, but those moments are few and far between, reserved only for moments she finds herself truly alone. Were it not for the scowl permanently etched onto her features, she might be considered rather pretty, with a soft, fluffy pelt like a cloud, highlighted by golden sunbeams and dark shadows, and vibrantly amber eyes similar to the blazing horizon right before twilight.
Post by CreativeFyre on May 19, 2021 11:33:38 GMT -5
STAG WHO RUSHES TO DEFEND HERD / STAG roleplayed by lovelygirl18 Nobility radiates off of Stag like the pungent stench of flowers. Opened minded, with fluent thoughts. Higher ideals with great expectations for himself that he could never fill. Stag Who Rushes To Defend Herd is eager and hungry to obtain higher knowledge and understanding of things. Containing a great abundance of kindness and endless benevolence. Always placing other cat's needs above his own. Stag Who Rushes To Defend Herb tries his best to go out of his way to help Clanmate's in need of a paw or two. Stag wasn't born of NightCLan blood, but of the blood of the long deceased Tribe of Stars That Shine. His parents had left to become loners when the Tribe fell apart. However, they still named Stag with a Tribe name when he was born. Stag holds his Tribe name proudly. Stubbornly keeping his name, not wanting to forget where heritage even if he has never seen the place the Tribe once called home. Eventually, his parents passed on and he ended up at a Barn. Ofter that, he moved to live in NightClan. Endurance and a creative resourcefulness are what would have lead Stag to be a Cave-guard if he had been living in the Tribe. But in NightClan, Stag makes a pretty good Warrior. Still a better fighter than hunter; however, he is able to pull his weight in fresh-kill. Stag is connectedness when it comes to his mind and self. Cunning and aggressive when faced with a threat. Stag is more than will to place himself between a Clanmate and danger. Willing to risk his own life to protect another from harm or danger. A big fluffy white tom like himself can be very intimidating. It may come as a surprise to find out he often hangs around the Clan's kittens for a sense of renewal. Stag is loyal to the core. His pale pink nose is flat while his whiskers are long and white. A Persian cat. His gaze is a large grey-yellow, indicating that he can be curious at times. Stag is quick to defend his Clan-mate verbally and is very reasonable when it comes to discussions. Will often speak highly and in favor of other NightClan members. Strong and resilient. Stag is a cat who does not give up easily. Whether it be in a brawl or life, he will not go out without giving a good fight. Elder
SAILKIT roleplayed by biyuu Charming, affectionate, and not afraid of his feelings; Sailkit will tell everyone how he feels about them and doesn’t hold grudges if they don’t reciprocate. Really, the only time he holds back is when he’s embarrassed or ashamed of how he feels, and that’s usually when he’s feeling guilty. Sailkit has a tendency to steal from others - little things, mostly; the soft moss they gathered for their nest, or the prey they buried while on patrol. He can’t help it, and he pretends he wasn’t the thief, but it’s hard to hide so many coincidences. He isn’t proud of it but he doesn’t know what else to do. Description written by Cleaver. kit
its almost 11pm as i post this pls forgive any errors
TWILIGHTDANCE roleplayed by bauble When the owl calls and the mother’s usher their children in for the night, at that hour when the blue fades to the most black, when the stars take their place and twinkle in their casings so brightly that they look as if they could be picked like diamonds from that great canvas of the sky... that hour that draws the breath in with its sublimity. That’s the hour when her soul stirs, when she arcs her head to the heavens and captures that last orange of the sun, crushed and ebbing away, like the spirit of the cat she once was... wild and free. In its place comes the enveloping darkness, still, tranquil, polished in its beauty, and lovely to behold. She sees herself reflected in that image: her fur is middling length, a perfect black texture groomed to a sheen. The darkness is broken by stark white spots that dot the length of her back and shoulders, and crawl up her dainty front legs. Her mother called her Reinette, little queen, and it was her that ensured that she lived up to the name. Wrinkle your nose when you smile. Tip your head when you’re asked a question… just like that. Tuck your paws when you eat. Countless lessons have crafted her into a faultless creature of graces, almost impossible to offend, a joy to be around, and ever the pleaser. But as she searches that twilight sky, the dreams of her mother feel like chains rather than wings. Just as the tranquil night beckons the beasts who come bumping underneath the starlight, darker elements stir in her soul, fighting their restraints. Warrior
DARKTALON roleplayed by Nova Darktalon had grown up as a rogue. There wasn’t much love from her mother, who would constantly remind the young kit that she never wanted to be burdened with her presence and the she-cat had grown up in a hostile environment. The moment that Darktalon was able to fend for herself, her mother had left her without looking back. Unaware of why and thinking that her mother had only lost track of her, Darktalon spent the next few days searching for her. The young brown kitten had managed to find her mother and eagerly ran up to her expecting to find her mother’s bright amber eyes full of relief. Instead, she found nothing but hatred and disgust. Her mother had unsheathed her claws on Darktalon, driving the point home that she was and always would be unwanted. Hurt, bleeding, and full of anger, Darktalon slid off somewhere secluded to nurse her wounds. Since that day, the dark pelted she-cat had searched for a place to call home. A place where she would be loved. She found that place in Nightclan. She seems to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. Darktalon finds herself in more trouble than she would like as she constantly tries to prove herself to those around her. Still haunted by the memory of her mother’s hatred, Darktalon goes above and beyond to secure her place in the clan. The dark brown she-cat is always worried that if she slips up, she’ll be hated and cast away. But she’s nothing if not a bundle of energy. Her anxiety-fueled excitement causes her to stumble over her words, and sometimes her paws. Warrior
Post by ashestoashes on May 27, 2021 0:18:06 GMT -5
ENDURINGENDURANCE roleplayed by ashestoashes Swirls of blacks and greys run through his pelt, but splashes of white run across his toes to his chest and ending with a black mask on his face. His eyes shine like two pale citrine gemstones. This tom is a diligent tough warrior who doesn't mind putting in the hard work. Enduringendurance has only ever known how to do things on his own so asking for help isn't easy for him. Although it doesn't seem it he is actually quiet the romantic full of gooey sappy love. Tough but sensitive sums him up perfectly. Warrior
Post by achromatic on May 27, 2021 19:11:53 GMT -5
MOONKIT (blight) roleplayed by achromatic The moon has many faces, and Moonblight is no different. He has a face for his friends, a face for those in authority, and a face for only himself. Despite his own desire to seem fearless and proud, it's hard to see Moonblight as anything other than the fluffy cat with a face like an angel. Pelt dappled with mottled greys and cream patches on a bed of white fur, it's clear why he was named after the moon. His amber eyes are bright and clever, always looking for some mischief to get into. A silvertongue with a way with words, he seems to always find his way into trouble and out before anyone even realizes. Growing up, he never really knew who his parents were, only that his father was a grey cat, just like himself with a name that didn't sound like it came from the clans, and whispers about their cursed lineage. At five moons, he found himself in MoonClan with nothing, not even his name. He had changed it the moment he arrived in order to fit into the clan better. That was it, wasn't it? To fit in. He's learned how to keep his thoughts and his feelings to himself, presenting his outer face as whatever others need him to be. He'll be happy with those who want to have fun, somber with the serious, sly with the mischievous, so much that he barely remembers who he is on the inside anymore. He's competitive, striving for attention and the adoration of others, having little attention given to him as a kit. What he truly strives for is change; he sees life as phases similar to the moon, and if one part doesn't fit, he exchanges it for another, searching for what his heart truly wants, acceptance.
