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!
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.
Looking to join Absum Lux? You’ve come to the right thread! Simply read our brief notes on joining before posting your character’s description in the format below.
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→ Character's bios must be at least one sentence long.
→ We are currently accepting COMBATANTS (warriors) , TYROS (apprentices) , CARETAKERS (queens) , CHARGED (second-class citizens / failed tyros) , and SUCKLINGS (kittens) . Visit the Absum Lux page for a more in-depth description of these roles! → If you join as a tyro, the tyro will be assigned a mentor in the next ceremonies. → If you join the coalition as an outsider, it is encouraged but not enforced that they meet with the current heda (Peach, rp'ed by me) as a kind of test / general welcome. If you'd like this to happen, you can either ask me to make a thread, or you can just make one yourself and post the link in with your character's descriptions / message it to me ^^ No pressure if you don't want to though! → Once your cat is on the joining thread, you are free to roleplay them! No waiting for a staff member needed c:
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CAT NAME ROLEPLAYED BY USERNAME Description Rank (eg combatant, charged, etc)
PARIS ROLEPLAYED BY TROUVAILLE It is rare to see a male calico, yet this tom perfectly fits the bill. A cat whose fur is painted in the standard tricolor that one would expect out of a she-cat. For this reason, many mistake him for one at first glance. This misconception is perhaps not aided by the fact that his name is Paris, or that he plays into the stereotypical troupe of the feminine gay man. Even his voice is higher than one might expect. When the universe rolled the gender dice for him, some might suggest that they rolled it wrong. However, he takes all of this in stride, completely unbothered by the fact that masculine has never particularly been a word that has been even considered when in reference to Paris. He holds himself too much higher than those around him to even begin to care. After all, the normies, the standard feline, they would just never understand the inner workings of a being so complex as Paris. They are not wired with enough delicacy to understand more than what is directly in front of their own noses, and Paris makes sure he is never in front of anyone's nose. Paris, in this way, is a very conceited cat. He believes truly that he is a gift to those around him, and demands to be treated as such. He is also a very superficial creature, one who is more interested in making himself look the best than things that are, well, important. Together, this makes Paris rather intolerable most of the time. With patience, though, it's possible to grow adjusted to the tom's nonsense, and once you can shift past the god complex and the attitude he plays, he's a funny cat, one who can actually be quite interesting to be around. Combatant
CHIHARU ROLEPLAYED BY NAIAD That flash of antique gold, the exotic bangel pattern of ebony engravings interwoven within the gilding of her pelt, the soft flash of platinum white that tips her chin and delicately rounded paws, the weaving of muscles that ripple like throws of waves, forming the curved shape of her athletic figure, those wheat gold-green idocrase optics that encase a mixture of ambition and wit. The face she gazes upon in the water reflecting back at her is not her own. At least, not hers alone. She is the haunting duplicate of her mother Cyra, the last living flash of her that exists in the realm of clans and groups, like a ghost of her lingering when all else of her has been lost to time. The time of Vera E'tani passed, so too the time of her mother and her family's rule, but she stands as an effigy to her, for better or worse. She holds a similar spirit to her, a certain rebellious air and a strong wit, a refusal to bow to any authority. There is ambition that lives within that resemblance too, a desire to lead and be followed, to prove herself whatever the cost. There is the arrogance in her to believe her family was robbed of power, and the confidence to make her beliefs a reality. Even to those most close to her mother, seeing the contrast between the two becomes something of a "Where's Waldo?", with details in difference seeming so minute that spotting them seems like a waste of time. But there is a sharp contrast because, unlike her mother, Chiharu lives off her own altruism and holds faith in every word she says. There is cause to be terrified of liars and manipulators, but perhaps there is something more terrifying in someone who believes in everything they are and every action they take. Combatant
LEONIX ROLEPLAYED BY NAIAD A terrifying mass of sinew, a looming silver giant with piercing, always watching, always burning amber eyes. His look is dignified but wild, terrifying and composed in a sort of mesmerizing savageness to his appearance. His appearance recalls his savannah heritage, large, fierce and proud, and interwoven with the same genetics of his grandmother Sevannah, who once reigned havoc through clans and groups alike. And yet, beyond his bloodline, behind his terrifying, massive exterior, is something much more gentle. He is a former league cat, but slowly grew to realize the life of a Hunter wasn't for him and abandoned the group not long after Vera disappeared, in the midst of the chaos that was the drastic change in leadership. Despite being built for war, he has little interest in fighting beyond showing off. After having kits in a fling with a former den-mate in the league, he found his calling in a more fatherly role, and continues to serve it in Absum Lux despite the fact that many look on him with suspicion between his history in the league, heritage, and overall general appearance. Caretaker
It’s been moons since she was anybody. Once, long ago, she thought her struggle for power was all that would make her worthwhile. To deny the spiteful name her mother gave her before disappearing from her life forever. Back when an unwanted kit was born to a manipulative, cruel she-cat who treated others like pieces of a game. See how many hearts she could break and how many lives she could ruin. She’s never been able to find a true home. She was born a BrookClan cat, abandoned by the only kin she knew. A father never stepped up to claim the rogue-born kit after all, and she had no littermates to grow up alongside. She knew love once in that place, but it was a weak, twisted sort of love. Desperate for the affection she never got as a child, she was hardly even half-grown before she first experienced heartbreak at the birth of two tiny kits, one born lifeless and the other joining her brother hardly a quarter moon after, and a tom who wanted nothing more to do with her. The pain broke her, and for a long time she didn’t allow herself to feel. She couldn’t be hurt again if she never let anyone in. Everything fell around her, and as her Clan turned away from their ancestors her own uncertain faith wavered and, eventually, disappeared. What sort of benevolent ancestors would allow a child to face such heartache after all? Then she grew up. She had grown into herself, with a long silver tabby pelt and piercing bright blue eyes that seemed to show only the scars left on her heart. But despite her attempts to push everyone away she somehow managed to stand apart from the crowd. Chosen to rise in the Clan of her birth, first becoming advisor to her leader and, later, a Princess of the Clan, next in line to become leader. She couldn’t afford to stay detached, and yet she only ever made one true connection with a Clanmate. A council member below her, a tom of all things, seemed the only cat able to break down her icy walls. But with only one friend, no one stood up for her when she was driven out. Her leader above and the adviser below worked together to chase her out, leaving her without a home. She had worked hard for her new role, to maintain and serve her Clan to the best of her abilities, and in one fell swoop she lost it all. And she was furious. She wanted revenge, wanted her lost status back again. And then she found her second home. MoonClan was ripe for the taking, and with the help of another Clan’s leader and a nameless debt still unpaid she found her place among them. A false prophecy and a fabricated war was all it took for her to claim leadership of a Clan that had just lost leader and deputy too quickly. Almost immediately she tried to enact change, forcing her new Clan away from the ancestors they had long worshipped. She thought she was justified, only seeing weakness in allowing them to continue as they had, but her attempts nearly ended her life. Only the intervention of another power, one beyond even StarClan, saved her when a warrior that never trusted her stole her life. The Moon spared her in return for showing the Clan his power, and as she returned with the lives she had never gone to receive she fulfilled the bargain easily. But even as she settled into her place as MoonClan’s icy queen, she couldn’t stay that way forever. Her only friend somehow found his way to her from BrookClan, joining her in her new kingdom. And in this new territory, he found his way to another place. As she spent time with her old friend, she discovered feelings deeper than she had ever felt for a cat. Eventually she settled on love, no matter how much her stitched-together heart tried to deny it. And, though her instinct screamed at her to not fall for it again, she decided to give it all another shot. Try love with her best friend. And for a while, things were great. Slowly her and her friend – her mate – explored their new relationship as she tried to navigate the intricacies of her position and worked to serve her Clan again. Nothing good ever lasts forever, though. Especially not for her. He left one day, following rumors that he thought could earn him the same sort of power she had stumbled upon. She knew his ambition would one day pull him away, but she didn’t understand the full extent of it until moons later. She couldn’t stand living in MoonClan without her best friend and mate, and without warning she left. She never made it into WinterClan, though, the Clan he had headed for, before she learned of his fate. Murdered for his ambition. She had trusted him with the fragile remains of her heart, and with him went the last of what remained. She went numb and cold, wandering from place to place as a rogue. And then she met her mother for the first time. The twisted she-cat claimed her as her own, intending to only play with her daughter’s emotions as she had done with countless cats before. But she took none of it. She followed her mother for a few moons, numbly doing whatever seemed harmless enough that she was told to do. But even that grew frustrating before long. Even if her mother had sought a relationship, a genuine one, her daughter’s heart was too far beyond repair. Her mother had the experience of a lifetime skirting borders and hearts, but she had anger and lives to spare. Both she-cats brought an end to the other, but only one stood to walk away, silver fur stained copper. No more cats would be hurt by her again. She wandered again, never staying in one place for too long, until she heard of a group called Absum Lux. She had heard whispers and rumors before – this was far from her first time living as a rogue, and she had now spent almost more time alone than how long she spent as part of a Clan – but she never knew much of the specifics. Now, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, she turned her paws their way. Perhaps in this place far removed from any home of hers, she could get a new start. Prove her mother wrong not by striving for a position that left her paranoid and empty, but by living a life that was worth something to herself, regardless of how it may be lead. She took a new name, refusing to speak of her past in the hopes she may be forgotten by those who knew her old life. But nothing is ever easy. She can only hope to never encounter any familiar faces, avoiding the allies of her new home whenever she can. The Pride could be her undoing, and she can only pray to whatever God or deity that may listen that her secrets never come to light.
Combatant
and here's a thread for her joining to meet Peach in, though i'd be down for a separate thread if you'd rather
VESPERA ROLEPLAYED BY FOX A small, thin black bengal she-cat with bright green eyes and rose-cream tabby markings wisping across her eyes, her muzzle, and her chest. The child of Vera E’Tani’s daughter Cyra and Primal Instinct hunter Kotori, she was never going to have a happy life. According to her mother’s side of the family, black bengals were no better than demons and deserved no mercy or affection; her father knew that his daughter could be banished or physically harmed by Vera, and so, afraid for his kit’s life, coated her in ash every day to hide the bengal markings and make her seem like a pure black cat. Now that Vera is no longer the Nemesis and Vespera, better known as Eve, is no longer in the League, there’s no reason for her to continue the charade; but, much to her family’s distress, the disgust for her true appearance rubbed off on her and she continues to hide her true markings, thinking herself ugly and impure and inherently worth less than a cat without her physical deformities. She often feels conflicted; she’s envious of others’ beautiful pelt markings and wishes she had something that made her special, but is too afraid to show her true appearance to the world. Closest to her aunt Sable out of all her family members, she has been taught by her to write the secret SpringClan language, among other, darker things. A bit of an oddball and a killer like most the cats she grew up around, she was inspired by her aunt to kidnap victims, find that one special cat who loves them, and give them riddles as to how to find them; then, it’s a race against the clock as she counts down the time limit. If they make it in time to find their loved one, they can take them home and keep them; if not, she gets to kill them — slowly, beautifully, artistically. It’s a fight against time and a battle of wits, and she loves it when they find them just as much as she loves it when they don’t; she gets far more pleasure out of watching them squirm with fear than kill them. She’ll often try to comfort her victims by cuddling up with them and murmuring sweet, quiet reassurances; and if she has to kill them, she’ll cry all the while, truly believing that she’s being forced to do it and she has no choice. It’s a little like reverse Stockholm Syndrome; she falls for her captives every time, and every time it breaks her heart anew to tear them apart. When she still lived in the League with her father, with whom she has the worst relationship out of all her siblings, this quirk of hers often annoyed them; they just wanted someone dead, and instead she was writing out riddles for cats to decipher. Death, after all, is a tragic sort of poetry, and it’s her job to make it as beautiful as it is sad. Her heart really does break for them, truly. Quiet, soft-spoken, and seemingly quite sweet and innocent, she enjoys doing things for others and will often bring cats breakfast in bed and recite for them a little poem that she’s composed just for them. When she was a trainee, she moved to Absum Lux to be with her uncle Thane/Fuzzyheart and his mate Peach. She’s as wispy as air; no real attachments, nothing keeping her tied to this world but sadness and riddles — she sometimes feel like she’s just floating along with the breeze, like a speck of dandelion fluff. However, she’s quietly resentful of her better-loved siblings who were never made to hate themselves for the way they look, and is silently, slowly plotting her revenge. One day, she quietly dreams of gathering them all together for one final riddle before they all die together, one, big happy family.
Combatant
finally posting to the right place LOL that was a wild ride c’: ♥️
S ROLEPLAYED BY TROUVAILLE The kind of cat that you know you know from somewhere, but you have no idea where. There's something familiar about her, the kind of familiar that is almost alarming. You just can't quite put your paw on just exactly where she's from. She likes to keep it that way. After all, she has a secret to keep, and cats with secrets are often willing to go to great lengths to keep them. Her voice is high and campy, the kind of voice a drag queen uses. Of course, this is no less suspicious than the rest of her. However, if you act on the suspicion, and she even gets the slightest idea you know what she knows, well, let's just say she doesn't take too kindly to those who pose risks to her. She is a small brown tabby, one who wears an eye patch on her left eye. It covers most of her face, and she is incredibly defensive when cats try to remove it.
WHISKEY-KEPA ROLEPLAYED BY DEER "Opinions, like weapons, are often made for defense as well as offense." - Edward Counsel. Whiskey is a very expressive feline who cannot seem to keep a lid on the bottle of emotions that reside within. Because of this, she's more like an open book than anything else, and there will rarely be anything this she-cat keeps under lock and key. Whiskey is ever the competitive cat and enjoys the thrill of a challenge every now and then to keep her on her toes. That being said, she is quite the challenging cat herself and doesn't exactly make life easy for her group mates all the time. With her feisty personality and quick tongue to her out going and daring nature, Whiskey is every bit of a fireball as a lake is water. Though her daring escapades and opinionated nature serve to ruffle pelts a little, Whiskey is an earnest cat who loves her family and group with her whole being. She is a confident cat yet also has her insecurities and will often retreat to lick her wounds when they are poked at. Whiskey has been known to befriend more toms than she-cats, quickly becoming 'one of the boys' because she simply has found that she gets along much more easily with toms than she does she-cats.
EMILE ROLEPLAYED BY IAN A highlander, complete with the back curled ears and the short tail. A buff colored cat, one whose furs are sand-colored in some spaces and dust-colored in others. The colors blend neatly across her body, one continous ebb and flow of browns and beiges. Along all of her legs are striped patterns, and the mackerel m is painted on her forehead. Her eyes are a strange color. It is unclear if they are yellow or green, but either way, they are rather unnerving to look at.
MACNAMARA ROLEPLAYED BY IAN Brother and protector to Emile, he is the braun behind her brain. He is a large, muscular highlander, one who has much more of a tabby marking to him. Where as his sister only has stripes on her face and paws, Macnamara's brown tabby coloration covers his whole body. His eyes, much like his sisters, are hard to decide exactly what color they are, however his are much more amber than yellow.
