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.
“Absum Lux? Weird.” His muzzle wrinkled. The young tom felt a strange sadness at the name, though he couldn’t explain it. “That’s... cool I guess. I’m Sootpaw from SummerClan! My mentor is the leader of the clan,” he boasted.
Mesmerizingsins followed his leader into the hollow and then stopped almost dead in his tracks. He forgot how many cats showed up. Slowly he began to weave his way through the crowd. The scents of each clan seemed to merge together into one not exactly unpleasant smell. He wondered if anyone might recognize him back from when he was an apprentice under a different name. He didn’t think so seeing as he had grown quite a bit. Now he just had to figure out how to interact with the other cats without causing any trouble. His redemption arc had so far been successful and he didn’t want to messs it up.
BROOKCLAN
Whisp sat off to the side, not exactly sure what to do. The high priest had never been to one of these before and was mildly surprised that there was no bartering going on. Regardless the white tom planned on at least trying to make a new acquaintance tonight. He kneaded the ground nervously not used to being around this many cats from so many different clans. “Nivet help me.” He prayed softly to himself before standing up.
SUNCLAN
Aspenglow stuck close to Foxstar, mostly because even though she mildly terrified him, she also felt safe. The Janus was only apprentice age, yet was in a position of some power. It meant that he had taken on a slightly nervous disposition as of late. Though he would eventually calm down, hopefully. Truthfully he just wasn’t sure what he could and couldn’t say sometimes. This whole conquering things was stressful for the gentle tom.
"You'll get used to it." Leatherstar mewed to his Jarl. "Eventually they all smell the same and its them and us." he nodded towards the others mingling in the clearing. "You'll want to roll in the snow when we get back to our territory. Rid your pelt of the stink." The brown leader gave a small grin.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 1, 2019 20:28:31 GMT -5
Winterclan
The brown tom cracked a smile, but didnt actually realize he was being talked to until after the other was done saying anything. The buzz was coming over him, but he shook it off, "Will do," he mewed, ears flicking back against his skull.
Crimsonrose chuckled from her spot walking alongside Leatherstar, "Also it helps to remember, that they all bleed the same red." She said ears twitching. "We're all cats, all with the same requirements for living. Even if some of us are blessed with extra lives to live." She said nudging Leatherstar a bit.
SpringClan
@katiana Softpelt was weary from all the struggles. All the pain and suffering both DayClan and SpringClan cats endured at the paws of their jailers. So for today she decided to not let all that dampen her spirits and she set out to look for someone to chat with. She noticed some SummerClan cats particularly a large dark ginger tom with an odd paw that seemed to be keeping to himself. The fluffy white she cat smiled and went over to him. "Hello, my name is Softpelt, how are you doing?" She asked Jokerclaw.
Was that supposed to impress Jezi? Because it didn't. She noted to hint of sadness in his posture before it was replaced by pride. Whatever. "SummerClan. How boring." She sighed. The only Clan she could really relate to anymore was SunClan. And it wasn't just because it was a more dignified version of Primal Instinct, or that she'd know Foxstar when they were both still young warriors. No, it was simply because she knew of at least one kit that was still apart of the clan.
"Yeah yeah. I know. But I was thinking more along the lines of there is WinterClan, and then theres the rest of the world. Who cares what clan they are. Its us and them." he flicked his tail. Obviously since the awareness of the ancients and the several moons of leadership giving him the air of reign. He believed WinterClan the best. He was not shy of this. He wondered why he kept bringing his clan to these events.
"You were among Primal Instinct." he meowed to his best friend. "I believe you have better understanding of those beyond WinterClans territory than I do."
N I G H T C L A N Morningsage has been chosen as one of the cats to attend the gathering. The flame colored feline had felt pride in herself, it was an honor. She gazed around, the amount of cats almost overwhelming. Green eyes then focused on a spot that wasn’t so crowded, and the feline made her way there. She sat, tail curling around her paws as she then turned her eyes to the gathering clan leaders. Her ears peeking.
Peachstar gave Glowstar a Stern Look before seeing how dejected she appeared. He had absolutely no recollection of agreeing to teasing Leatherstar, but the DayClan leader looked so depressed that he didn't have the heart to tell her he didn't remember. "Yeah, I definitely remember making plans to do that," he nodded, averting his eyes quickly. "...Sounds just as fun as it did when I definitely agreed to doing it. Although SpringClan is the one who has to live next to WinterClan, so maybe you could take a little more of the blame than me, eheh...?" he said, sounding a little apologetic.
Her eyes burned bright with her smile as if she was a kit and Peachstar just told her she could stay up one hour later. Glowstar turned to Leatherstar, "Hey Leatherstar! Peachstar said I should come over to talk to you."
Glowstar sashayed over towards Leatherstar, she was... Not even quirky, truly a misfit among murderers, an unusual specimen surrounded by the supernatural, it didn't matter what the crowd, she was always something new with an air of danger. She stopped short of Leatherstar, her head tilting to the side in a mock pout, "I'm very disappointed that you haven't raided DayClan yet. I'm practically a rabbit asking you to eat me. Honestly, I'm a little hurt. Free food, free medicine, free," She rolled her paw thinking, "Well jeez, I don't know. Do you want a battle or something over this? Lke it's too much of a handout? It's cool, we can fight if you want. You can swing at my face and I'll be like, "Oh God my eyeball fell out!" And I'll drop some berry and you'll stomp on it. Oh my God, can we do that?" Her eyes shined like starlight at the idea.
WINTERCLAN
Mistyveil watched Glowstar with a confused expression before glancing at her daughter. Plumeriapaw appeared to not be carrying any deadly herbs on her so... So her job was done, time to mingle. Her ears flattened. She was the type of person that was desperate for a social life until she got one. She wanted a quiet friend who was alright with a few days of loneliness, but would take long stretches of silent walks with her and maybe share a piece of prey. But this felt like too much. Mainly because when the leaders did announcements she had to be front and center below the leaders with the eyes always feeling as if they were on her. Having been a prisoner for so long cats looking at her weird and brushing up against her always made her flinch with the second instinct being to stab the guy in whatever was nearest to her. Mistyveil walked out into the sea of cats, anxiously examining the crowd. She was a medicine cat, head held high, her stride not prideful, but majestic, she had to keep up a good image.
A hurricane of cinder grey and dark cloudy fur made its way over to Aspenglow. The tom had cute tufts of his fur at the tips of his ears with twigs, leaves and other debris trapped inside his messy pelt. His blazing blue eyes seemed to stare directly at him with a playfulness only found in a kitten. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way and when he noticed a twig trapped in his pelt immediately plucked it out introducing himself, "Hey, I'm Windyhurricane from WinterClan, what clan are you from?"
Next to him was an icy tortoiseshell. She lacked the usual tortoiseshell colors, there wasn't an orange brightness, but rather a glow to the moonlight white of her pelt. She looked curiously past Windyhurricane at Aspenglow.
@biyuu
SPRINGCLAN
"That's Leatherstar, he looks like a total maggot. I mean yeah he's got muscle, but like, I thought he'd have a bit more weight on him. If you're ever in trouble with that guy or any guy like that I can help you out," Thane reassured Peachstar, "You don't think he's tough right? Like I get he's got that mysterious ice mountain vibe and that natural wind blown fur. But like he's not muscular hot or anything."
Suddenly talking about a guy that Peachstar clearly didn't want to get involved with made Thane jealous that Peachstar would eventually want to get involved with a guy like that.
"Hey, what clan are you from?" Ericanorth asked Sweetpine.
She was usually banned from participating in these kinds of events on account of her being an absolute jerk to anyone who wasn't a NightClan pureblood, but instead opted to talk to Sweetpine despite her prejudice, "Let me guess um. I don't know FlowerClan? What's that clan with all the flowers called? BounceClan? Somethin like that. I'm Ericanorth, by the way." She shrugged.
She was albino, she had a kind of off white from the snow the way the glow around the moon didn't quite match it's yellowish hue, but was whiter. Her eyes looked exotic, pink, the color of erica flowers, only achieved with an albino pigment. Her nose was pink too with black mottled spots across it.
Robinegg glanced around at the crowd anxiously. Burningstar was talking to other people, so it was probably okay to talk to other cats. After all, full moon, that meant peace... Even though most of the clans here likely didn't believe in StarClan. She couldn't even imagine turning her back on something so deeply rooted such as that. The russian blue she-cat wove through the crowds, she looked almost absolutely blue in the moonlight. Her robin egg blue gaze swept across the crowd looking for hopefully a friendly face to talk to or perhaps someone to approach her.
Crimsonrose’s whiskers twitched with bemusement. “That’d be a funny show for sure,” she mused though she was a bit disappointed by the lack of seriousness the DayClan leader spoke of battle. Perhaps SunCult had fried it out of her, DayClan and SpringClan were looking pretty worse for wear.
As she considered SpringClan her ears pricked forwards, immediately attentive when she caught sight of the cat beside Peachstar.
Thane.
She tilted her head eyes narrowing curiously, wondering what he was up to. Primal Instinct seemed to have gone quiet as they weren’t present for this gathering or the previous one. So she turned to Leatherstar, “Try not to get into any serious fights, I want to go say hello to someone real quick,”
Then she made her way towards Thane and Peachstar. The questions buzzing in her brain were annoying and she wanted some answers to quell them. Barring that a good brief conflict would be entertaining.
“Hey, Thane, where’s the League?” Crimsonrose asked bluntly, not bothering to waste time with pleasantries. She just wanted to know why the league was noticeably absent.
NightClan
Squirrelleap moved to sit beside Robinegg, “Mind if I sit here?” He asked gesturing to the spot beside her.
SunClan
Feinpaw was wandering around when he bumped into Morningsage, “oh, whoops! Sorry.” He said drawing back, apologizing even though most of his clanmates would not.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 3, 2019 2:13:41 GMT -5
Winterclan
@faith
The Jarl sneered with disdain for the leaders snide comments. He would take note. He was the one who decided who went where on raids, and if she wanted someone to take things en masse he himself would lead then. He was shaken out of that thought though, eyes widening slightly at the call of Ericanorth. "Winterclan," he mewed smoothly, ears flicking. As he looked her over he felt a pang of familiarity, shuffling his own whitening paws under him. "You?"
His eyes narrowed and suddenly he didn't wait for Peachstar's reply.
"Home, I'm assuming," Thane said, his ear twitched in annoyance at her prying, but he also remembered why she left the league. He had a soft spots for runts, his sister had been one and he couldn't imagine having grown up without her, it wasn't like Crimson was a bad person and he couldn't blame her for being a traitor because of his mothers hypocrisy. He placed his paw gently over Peachstar's, "The league no longer requires me so I moved in with my boyfriend, Peachstar.
He turned to Peachstar, "Peach, this is Crimson, she used to be in the league."
NIGHTCLAN
Robinegg purred, "Of course, Squirrelleap. It's so overwhelming, but Burningstar looks calm so I guess these other clans are safe. It's just a little scary, like what's stopping some of these clan cats from just killing us? Places like Winter and Sun don't seem to follow the warrior code anymore... And then these other clans who do like Spring and Day we just helped get captured. What if we just helped seal our fate of losing StarClan or something? It's not like BrookClan or SunClan would care if that happened. I can't die and go to StarClan and get lectured about assisting in the doom of StarClan..." She worried.
Ericanorth shrugged, "NightClan. Want to hang?" Her tail swept across the floor, "This is a gathering, it would be a waste to just hang around people we're just going to see for the rest of our lives. I didn't catch your name, by the way."
BROOK It was odd for the Tsar to be so quiet. Normally, she was talking to someone, starting a conversation with a friend in some high place. However, she had said absolutely nothing so far, apart from a greeting to Burningstar. She hadn't even spoken to Glowstar, which was strange in and of itself. She had kept an eye on every conversation that seemed to be of any interest to her, but remained looking distant. This was uncommon; normally it wasn't so clear that things were on her mind. She had been this way for days, a state that was borderline catatonic. Her state of depression had started the day Glowstar left. If one looked closely enough at her crown, the small feather was woven in between the flowers, depsite it being broken. Since that day, Kerrigan had found herself keeping a distance from everything. A cat had even told her that she needed to see Springlockedgrave, because obviously she needed some psychological help. She had scoffed at that. Just because she was going through a phase did not mean she needed to be hopped up on drugs, right? After all, her phase would end tonight...
She was still uncomfortable about the decision she had made. It made her stomach curl at the very thought of it. However, that perhaps wasn't the only thing that made her stomach curl. The sadness she had felt had caused her a night of recklessness, despite the fact that she was, generally, completely against toms as a whole. She had secretly thanked Nivet for her lapse of judgement; it meant that she had a reason to go up and say what she had to say that wasn't just a Suck an egg, Foxstar, BrookClan is out. Not that she would say that in the first place; after all, she wanted to stay at least somewhat on SunClan's good side. Out of all of the leaders in the forest, Foxstar was the only one in which she doubted she could handle on her own. The looming idea of kittens was enough to pull out; BrookClan didn't need to be in an active war while their Tsar was potentially incapacitated.
Her eyes narrowed as her tail wrapped around herself, equal parts to hold herself together and to try to combat the urge to run away from this gathering and hide in a hole. Was this what was best for BrookClan? Or was she just being selfish?
Winterpaw had never been to a gathering, and the small white cat's eyes were wide with anticipation. This was crazy! There were so many cats everwhere! She was sure that all kadets had a similar reaction upon their first gathering, but she, ever the scholar, decided she was going to find out. Padding over to a random cat, the BrookClan cat let out an inquisitive smile. "So, what god are you dedicated to?"
With green eyes narrowed, the tom paused. "Sweetpine, Jarl Sweetpine," he corrected, flicking his tail. He looked her over, brows loosely knitted. there wouldnt be any harm in it, but he wondered why a cat in a clan so far away would bother to speak to him. "Sure," he mewed, nodding towards a clear patch, "Shall we chat?"
Peachstar blinked as he focused back on the conversation, having zoned out staring at Leatherstar's body after Thane kept going on about how totally-not-hot he thought he was. "Mm-hmm," he murmured, nodding in agreement. "Wow, small world, and all that, huh? Uh, nice to meet you, Crimson." He squinted as he suddenly processed the words she used to be in the league. "I think."
NightClan Burningstar noticed Kerrigan was keeping to herself. She knew better though to ask the tsar now with all the leaders if she was okay. (Heck if she went over to her alone and asked Kerrigan might claw her). But if the Tsar wanted to be quiet, that was fine. Besides Burningstar had some well, sorta exciting news. "I dont know how to preface this but i just want to share it because im both thrilled and terrified," she confessed to the leaders around her "I recently found and adopted a kit, a son! And hes the most precious thing. Im just so thrilled to have my own son, but im also worried because ive never raised a kit, and hes already roughly 3 moons old." She meowed. "Hes been very well behaved but its only a matter of time my sister says till he'll get up to mischief." She said with a purr.
WinterClan
Crimsonrose nodded, "I go by Crimsonrose now, and its a pleasure to meet you Peachstar." Then she focused on Thane "Its good to know there'll be a strong opponent on the other side of our border whenever you get away from SunCult."
Though she studued him trying to discern if thane knew more about the leagues absence before shrugging it off.
"Do be sure to extend us an invitation for when you rebel against SunCult, i would enjoy spilling some sun loving blood,"
Plus itd help show Silverpaw, her novice, that SunClan was not the better of WinterClan.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 5, 2019 23:37:24 GMT -5
@everyoneapparently lol
Leatherstar alwasy felt like a mouse in a trap when Glowstar joined the party. Her presence a bit overwhelming to the otherwise usually soft spoken chieftain. "As Sweetpine says, he is in charge of the raids. And if im honest I dont much like taking things without feeling I have earned them." He swiveled his head around the group. When Peachstar and Thane entered the conversation Leatherstar shifted his emerald gaze on the other leader, his ear twitching but maintaining his tom-of-few-words style.
"Yeah, you're right," Sootpaw laughed freely. "SummerClan is so boring. Honestly, I wonder why anyone chooses to move there." He was fiercely loyal to his clan, but that didn't mean he wasn't bored to death half the time. "Nothing ever happens, you know?"
@ian
Sleetpaw glanced around the gathering, a little overwhelmed and unsure where to begin. His silver-and-black striped fur was sleekly groomed in preparation for the event, but it made him uncomfortable, so he sat down and ruffled his coat with his back paw. There; now he felt a little better. He glanced over at Winterpaw as he saw her approach and smiled, preparing himself for a conversation. "Hi-" he started, then stopped himself at her question, surprised. He hadn't realized that the other clans would be curious about WinterClan's gods. "Arawn," he told her, with a bow of his head.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Thane hissed at Leatherstar, "Why don't you come over here and see what happens."
Thane turned back to Peachstar, "Don't even pay attention to that guy, I can tell he wants you. He's looking at you like you're some kind of sweet cherry that he can pluck from a tree, but the guys got another thing coming if he thinks he can waltz over here and sweep you off your feet. Anyways, sorry about that, she was from the league, a solid seven for being an untouchable if you ask me."
@primordialhaze
DAYCLAN
"You know, Leatherstar I've heard some pretty weird names in the past, but I gotta ask, what is a leather? Is it like... A feather?" Glowstar guessed, "I-I got no idea. What is it? Or is it some type of rogue name?"
There were a few cats that she didn't exactly know what their name meant. Like Mercurycrown, she didn't know what either of those were until Deal told her. Or her grandson Zephyr. What the heck was a zephyr, her son swore it meant something, but who even knows, "You know back in my day we had boring traditional names like Greenwing and Footface. Those were real names," Glowstar said with a nod of her head, but a slight grin across her lips as if she couldn't suppress her own amusement of the ridiculousness she had said.
"NightClan, I live out in the forest area. Hey pro tip about gatherings, do you know that based on every warriors name you can find some secret details about a clan? Like in SpringClan I can tell they have peaches because they wouldn't name a cat Peach if they didn't. A peach tree is actually very fragile, they need their roots to be moist and the soil has to be just right. Usually only two-legs can handle that so if they have a peach tree it means that their grounds are very lush and likely have more herbs than the average clan. This likely means they have quite a few mice and lizards. Mice like fruit and lizards like to eat the bugs drawn to fruit. We can assume that they're generally well off and even if they had a weak group of warriors can be well taken care of thanks to their territory. Interesting right?" Ericanorth said
@ian
WINTERCLAN
"Errapel, she is the ancient of healing," Mistyveil said, wondering if every clan had just switched religions while she was imprisoned, "What deity are you dedicated to? And what clan are you from?" She asked back to Winterpaw
