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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11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
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Misty took a breath. The doors opened to the school, the wind tosseling her peachy bombshell blond hair ponytail in different directions as she strode down the halls. Her white heel boots clicked against the floor in a tight rope formation, her hips swaying to an invisible beat. Perfection and pristine appearances were important now especially when representing Winter. She had been a broken porcelain doll, creepy and tucked out of sight. Now she was like a barbie doll, too plastic to break with unachievable looks and curves that took months of vigorous exercising to get and remain as such. She gritted her teeth before forcing herself to remain calm, not tense. This was an act in every way from this years winter selection to pretending she didn't feel uncomfortable and exposed in a short skirt. But the looks people gave her were usually comforting enough to keep the act going. That is until she slipped on some stray textbook and fell to the ground completely in front of, luckily not too many people.
That was also the nice thing about being her, she was a nursing student and despite all the technical gang violence in the school she was seen as someone that just wanted to help society. Someone to not be messed with out of principle. So in this horrible moment she was hoping no one would laugh.