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!
News & Updates
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.
And old Orange tom dug his claws in the ground as a patrol came close by, a large black tom close beside him, green eyes shining in the moonlight. They returned home finally to where Summerclan once prowed before it was broken up during the Schism of the Mountain Clans dozens of moons ago. Blazeclaw had no clue Summerclan had banded back together. And Nighteyes was only a kit. Blazeclaw took him and ran, broken and hurt, after losing his mate Summerbreeze and Nighteyes brother, Crookedkit, during the fighting. He ran with Nighteyes until there was no way they could be scented out. Now they returned home, not knowing what they'll find, and what cats may have taken the camp. Blazeclaw and Nighteyes stepped out of the darkness behind the patrol, their scent blowing downwind of them into the noses of the patrol
(I'm pretty sure SummerClan has never broken up so I'm not sure what you're talking about)
Three cats, two toms and a she-cat, made up the small patrol that were wandering near the border as they were hunting together. The eldest of the three, a larger built mostly black tom with swirls of gray through is fur and blue eyes seemed to be leading the other two, who seemed like they were the same age. The younger tom was even larger than the elder, with dark ginger fur and blue eyes that matched the older tom's, while the she-cat was a lean and long legged silver and white she-cat, who was as tall as the other two but didn't have their bulk. Like the other two she had the same dark blue eyes.
The eldest tom, known as Stormyskies and the father of the younger two cats, was the first that caught the scent of the strange toms approaching from behind the three. He spun around and stared down the two strangers. The left half of his face was perfectly normal and intact while the right side of his face and down his neck wasn't covered by fur and marred by burn scars that appeared to disappear further down his body but was managed to be covered up by his fur on his side.
"What are you doing here? You're trespassing on claimed territory." he snapped.
(I'm pretty sure SummerClan has never broken up so I'm not sure what you're talking about)
Three cats, two toms and a she-cat, made up the small patrol that were wandering near the border as they were hunting together. The eldest of the three, a larger built mostly black tom with swirls of gray through is fur and blue eyes seemed to be leading the other two, who seemed like they were the same age. The younger tom was even larger than the elder, with dark ginger fur and blue eyes that matched the older tom's, while the she-cat was a lean and long legged silver and white she-cat, who was as tall as the other two but didn't have their bulk. Like the other two she had the same dark blue eyes.
The eldest tom, known as Stormyskies and the father of the younger two cats, was the first that caught the scent of the strange toms approaching from behind the three. He spun around and stared down the two strangers. The left half of his face was perfectly normal and intact while the right side of his face and down his neck wasn't covered by fur and marred by burn scars that appeared to disappear further down his body but was managed to be covered up by his fur on his side.
"What are you doing here? You're trespassing on claimed territory." he snapped.
(Couldve swore we said Summerclan split when we moved to WCC2New, and that's how we explained all the changes while RPing, it's been so dang long, just ignore that 😂😂)
Blazeclaw lowered his head at the older tom, baring his teeth. Nighteyes for bristled, but he still stood tall, sniffing at the scent coming from the strange cats. A sense of recognition came over him. "So Summerclans not wiped out after all, huh?" He said. Blazeclaw looked at him with surprise and confusion, and looked back at the group of cats. "Are you Summerclan?" He asked.
(The only thing is that this isn't WCC2 New or have anything to do with anything that happened there.)
"Of course we're from SummerClan. That's where you are." Stormyskies said with some confusion in his voice. He hadn't been born in the Clan and neither had either of his kits who were the two younger cats that accompanied him but the three had joined the clan several moons ago after losing their home in a fire that had killed the mother of the two younger cats and was the reason Stormyskies' face was so marred by burn scars from him trying to save his mate.
"Are you from SummerClan?" the younger of the two toms asked.
