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( Shule is currently visiting NightClan to hash out the details of their trade agreement. As such, Sean & Deal have decided to host a "small gathering" which has quickly spun out of control, and now is a full on house party! But what happens when a messenger runs in to announce the Commander has returned early!? Cats from all clans are welcome to join in on the partying! At this point, cats would have heard about it from friends, and friends of friends, and all the party types have come out to play. c; )
They probably hadn't expected this to get so out of paw. What had started out with a few cats here and there, and then one or two more, had turned into a full on blowout within a day or two. No longer was it just some Regime cats, the stray rogue or League cat, but a mixed bag with cats from all over the clans. Someone had managed to bring in a radio, and in blasted a mix of rock and pop music sung by twolegs at full volume, which, when you lived in caves, could get pretty loud, even when HQ was jam packed with cats. If there was one unintended benefit to the whole thing, however, it was that the Regime had a complete overabundance of food, from just about anywhere you can think of. Rabbits, fish, birds, fruits and meats pulled from twoleg markets and dumpsters, perhaps a few things that were better off not being eaten for one's health... Regardless, it was massive, and cats were having fun. Any Regime cat who didn't want to participate had sequestered themselves away in the forgotten corners of the posts, trying to ignore the party as they hoped in silence that Commander Shule would return soon.
Noceur, the former Sentinel and current Mercenary of the Regime, for his part, was quite enjoying this party! Well, it could use a lot more bloodshed, but it was suitable enough to get away from the generally stuffy attitude most in the group bore on a day to day basis. Of course, he had also probably been a good part of the reason this had spiraled in such a way, quickly going out to invite a few cats he personally wanted to see, and it just went from there. He didn't know even half the cats present, which was probably the most fun part of it all! So many new faces, so many gullible cats that he could maybe convince to gamble away their livelihoods.
Pumpkinking had been enthralled when word slipped around SpringClan of the party being held in the Regime. Having not ventured into the regime's lands before he sought to take the opportunity to visit now.
And he had to say, when it was bumping with the blasting music, and the cheerful presence of many cats it almost made up being underground.
He bobbed his head along to the music, milling through the cats, head held high as he went. Looking for anything interesting at this strange party.
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"Well this is a party!" Radiantpaw purred, the SunClan apprentice, sick of all the restrictions, had decided she was going to have some fun. Thus, she had snuck out to attend the party. After all her mother, Summersolstice (formerly Burningstar of NightClan) often spoke of the parties Glowstar would drag her to and Radiantpaw had decided she wasn't going to miss out. She wasn't aware that the Regime might not look too kindly on a SunClan cat, instead the light ginger she cat bouncing on her paws to the music.
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 11, 2020 18:21:26 GMT -5
Senescence wasn't about to miss this party that Sean threw. It had been a bit since she'd seen her uncle, and she was bored enough to see what trouble he'd gotten himself into. Or maybe she just wanted to be here when Shule inevitably arrived and chewed him out. Regardless, the League feline walked into the chaos without a moment's hesitation, glancing around to see who all was in attendance. Naturally, things were out of paw, not that she had expected any less. Truly, it was a good thing the Commander wasn't here. All these outsiders right in the heart of the Regime would probably make her explode. Though that would be an interesting sight, wouldn't it?
Arei-tyke was young, but somehow, the she-cat managed to avoid getting stepped on as she traipsed through the party, bouncing along as though she was the life of it, though to most, she was probably little more than a blip on their radar, a flash of white and brown in a sea of older felines. It was by chance she happened upon Radiantpaw as she spoke, and the kit flashed her a dangerous, chaotic smile. "Wanna help me get all these cats riled up?" The tyke asked, not seeming to even think about the fact that SunClan cats might not be welcome. There were too many scents already, she couldn't tell one from the next, and she most definitely couldn't place them either, even if she tried.
Bloodyrondo had never attended a multi-group party. It was an issue of his pride, really, he didn't want to have gossip spread about how he fraternized with the enemy. That was before he borrowed Wanheda's power, though. He had flawlessly disguised himself when infiltrating DayClan and he planned to do just that while visiting the Renegade Regime. He convinced himself he was here to gather information but we all know he was really here for some fun.
The only question left now was... what should he look like? He couldn't put on the mask of Everlastingfire here, he knew DayClan cats were bound to show up, so he'd have to do something else. Thus, he decided to go simple. A slightly smaller frame, less complicated pelt. He took inspiration from Satinlights as he gave himself long, super-soft fur that was a flawless snowy white. Unlike his future mate, however, he left the points of his fur a fiery red, like a blend of the two of them. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he looked an awful lot like Moonlinocturne now, but his points were darker, his eyes a steely blue. The coloration was not that uncommon. He seriously doubted anyone would confuse him for his nut-case of a brother.
Fully disguised now, he descended into the Regime, his eyes peeled for anything suspicious, although his head was already bobbing to the music. Bloodyrondo had nothing to lose while wearing this mask so he cut himself some slack and left loose. His supernatural senses gave him a really good sense of the rhythm but truly he was a natural as he dipped and weaved around the group of assembled cats, humming along with the tune, a grin on his face. He could feel eyes on his pelt and winked at the occasional she-cat.
Bloodyrondo had his eyes closed when he felt another cat shoulder check him. Well, they probably just bumped into him, but it ticked him off, "Hey, watch your... step..." He started with fire but backed off quickly, a surprised expression on his face. What was wrong with his voice...? It sounded a lot like Satinlights's but... had an edge to it. Suddenly all of his fur stood on edge and he rushed over to pool of water, peering in with absolute dread.
He had turned himself into a she-cat. Well, not technically, it was just an illusion, but not easily dispelled when so many cats had already seen him.
"It's okay, I can fix this," She said aloud to herself. All she had to do was leave and come back. Too bad she already had eyes on her pelt - she sensed the presence of another cat at her side and turned to face them with her ears pinned to her head.
He had nothing against having a bit of fun, and it was good to be down in the tunnels again, but this was more than he had prepared for. The black-and-white tom struggled to weave through the sea of dancing bodies, craning his neck to peer over their heads and look for Sean. He yowled his name a few times, but it was lost in the noise and beneath the thunderous cry of the music. Deal fluffed up his dark fur and shook his head once, irritably. Now how was he going to find him?
Myst wasn't one for parties, but he figured he'd need to make an appearance so he didn't get the reputation that he didn't like parties. It was almost.. annoying that the group was acting so much like the League. I mean, he'd just left them for acting very much like this. He weaved his way through the crowd a few times, saying hello to those he knew, before h ran smack into a wall of white and black fur who's scent didn't ring a bell.. be he'd been yelling for Sean. "I haven't seen him." He muttered, blue eyes blinking as he back up in the mass of cats.
"Where could he be? He's the one who wanted to hold this party," he grumbled, shaking his head in annoyance. "Thanks anyway. Let me know if you see him." He turned to Myst, about to greet him with his name, but it died on his tongue when he realized he didn't recognize the cat. He looked a little familiar, maybe he'd seen him in passing or knew a relative, but he wasn't sure. "Have we met?"
Innocentia had left the league the moment she noticed Senescence had dipped out and had a good idea on where she was going. However she was a bit lost in the tunnels packed with people trying to find Senescence in the crowd. If she were an average size cat it would be easy to find such a tall cat, but being low to the ground it was looking for a needle in a haystack! Eventually she turned a corner and saw Senescence and quickly groomed her face before stepping out, "Hi Senpai!" She chirped gleefully, swaying on her paws anxiously, "Want to dance a bit to the music?"
Duskslayer had come home from a hunt to this, he was about to be mad that all these cats were eating their food that they already had a hard time hunting, but he soon noticed that the guests had brought their own prey with them... One of them looked an awful lot like skinned cat meat, which meant Innocentia was here. He was about to walk off when he noticed his ex apprentice Radiantpaw. He had been training her in SunClan until he left becoming after an ambassador, but looking at her in the party he knew she wasn't supposed to be there, "Aren't your parents going to kill you when they see you gone?" He asked, a bit distracted as he looked out into the crowd, but when he noticed Arei-tyke talking to Radiantpaw he decided to leave her alone. She was young and wanted to party, he wasn't going to stop her. "Listen, if you need to get home safely come find me, I'll get back you back without anyone knowing and don't leave with ANYONE," Duskslayer said before padding away from the apprentice.
"Cadet Flippers, please, this party is already- no I know you came a long way. It's not that I don't want you at the party, it's just a lot of people are-" Sean let out a breath as a massive flock of ducks waddled down into the tunnels, "NO ONE KILL THE FLOCK, THIS IS FEATHERCLAN, LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Sean shouted to the party goers as he looked around helplessly for Deal.
"Have we met?"
"Not that I can remember, but I was in Primal Instinct, Absum Lux, DayClan, and am currently in SwiftClan if that helps," Sweetiepeach said.
Sean spun Deal around when he spotted him, "Cadet Flippers just brought his entire flock into this tunnel, I don't know how I'm going to get the scent of duck out of these tunnels. I don't know how I'm going to get away with this either, but we have time. Shule probably won't come back till tomorrow night since NightClan runs nocturnally, they'll invite her to sleepover, she leaves at tomorrow night, it'll be fine." He seemed to be just comforting himself.
Sweetiepeach shrugged and walked away from Deal and Sean, which was about when she found the she-cat in front of her, "Hey your fur is hot as the sun, you did a great job taking care of it," Sweetiepeach complimented her over the blaring music. In the background Everlastingfire would be able to make out Duskslayer headed towards him, not that he could recognize him exactly.
Sean suddenly became much easier to find when he heard someone yowling about FeatherClan and turned to see duck after duck flooding into the party. "Ah.. there he is," Deal mused with a little laugh, half exasperated and half panicked. He shook his head as Sean finally reached them, fighting to keep his expression stern despite naturally wanting to smile at the sight of him. "You couldn't have told Flippers before he came all this way to come alone? He just had to bring the whole flock? It'll be a miracle if they all survive this," he huffed, shaking his head. Of course he had to bring Cadet Flippers, he didn't believe for a moment that the little duck wouldn't come back, but this was a little much. "Well... at least I'll get to have a good meal."
"Uh... thanks, I worked really hard on it," Everlastingfire responded with a sweet tone, surprising even herself at how quickly she managed to get control of her racing heart. The white-furred she-cat of course was familiar with Sweetiepeach due to the extensive time she had been spending in DayClan lately. Because of that, she relaxed, knowing that this bengal was unlikely to give her any trouble. Seeing Duskslayer approach, though, that was certainly something that gave her alarm. Her crystalline blue eyes settled on Sweetiepeach's and she did her best to channel Autumngossamer for this performance, "Listen there's this guy here that keeps following me around and being creepy. It's like, such a drag. How many ways do I have to say I'm not interested for him to get the message?! Anyway, I really need some fresh air, do you know the way out?"
Edited May 2, 2020 9:42:13 GMT -5 By Jadie | Reason: pronouns mannn
Sean playfully shoved Deal over, "DEAL!" He laughed, "You're so awful, implying you would eat Cadet Flippers like that! Shame!" Sean grinned before rolling the back of his head against the wall needing to feel the smooth cold feeling of the wall behind him, "Well I've royally screwed myself over now. So I guess the only thing left to do is party until morning and then get a deep clean done on the entire Regime. I mean the good news is it's just the tunnels and not any of the posts so it shouldn't be too bad..."
"Of course, girl code after all," Sweetiepeach said leisurely pushing herself from the stone she was resting near and into the crowd. The clans had the warrior code, but in Revolution Groups there was the secret girl code. After all most Revolution Group higher ranking officials were majority wise all she-cats throughout history and Primal Instinct was her home clan. Beckoning him with her black tail she led him over to a tunnel filled up with water, but large dry stones gave them an easy path over to the exit. Sweetiepeach didn't leave the tunnel and instead sat herself down against the wall of the entrance, "He probably won't find you over here, plus it's a quiet place in the party. What's your story?"
Post by simplylight on Apr 25, 2020 21:35:04 GMT -5
Fallclan A PARTY?!
Ah man, he loved parties, but more when they revolved around him. That was okay, though! Parties for no reason were fun too! It was no surprise the jet black tom had left his clan in the responsible paws of Hystericplague to join on this fun. He didn't really know most of the cats here, but Calamitystar was never against making a few friends! Or enemies.... hehehehh.... Nah, surely not.. Cal was a totally agreeable cat, yeah? So he killed a few in his past.. There were plenty here who probably did the same, he was sure of it. His bright blue eyes peered around at the party-goers, wondering who the first victim would be.
Faith (I can't decide what pronouns I want to use lol) Girl code? So it did exist! Maybe this failed disguise was actually a good idea after all - she-cats treated other she-cats very differently than they would a tom and there was a lot he could learn about his rival Clans in this form. The only problem about this secretive code was that he had to pretend to know all about it while also trying to figure out what it was. Not an easy task, but he had been doing a pretty good job of keeping his identity under wraps in DayClan, it gave him confidence. Bloodyrondo was, however, caught off guard by Sweetiepeach's question because he honestly hadn't thought of an origin story for the cat he had tried to become much less the cat he actually was right now. So, he panicked, caught off guard for the second time tonight, and spouted nonsense, "I, uh, I have amnesia. Don't even remember my name. I heard about this party from some cats in SwiftClan and thought that maybe someone here would recognize me and unlock the secrets of my past. I haven't had any luck, though, so I had probably better lea---"
"Excuse me." Cadet Havliah said sharply as he shouldered his way right in the middle of their conversation. He was a tall tom and attractive although his permanent scowl sort of ruined his good looks. He glared at both Sweetiepeach and Bloodyrondo before he bent his head down to the water to rehydrate. He had been on the dance floor all night long and, while he fully intended to go back for round two, he needed a break. His sides were heaving from overexertion and his fur was sticking out every which way from all of the cool breakdancing-style moves he had been doing. He had hoped to find this place vacant but, since it wasn't, he was just going to pretend like it was.
"Who is that? Is that the leader of FallClan that's always getting fawned over by toms?" Sean asked, leaning in as though that would help him look closer. He would squint his eyes, but he wouldn't dare give his flawless skin wrinkles. He would have to bathe his face in essential oils for hours if he did that. "Wait! FallClan has that one tunnel that slips out near their land. If we can get the party to move over there then Shule will never notice the mess and we would all have to clean up."
Sean walked over to Calamitystar, "Hi, past commander, super hot friend of Deal's, anyways I'm Sean, that's S-E-A-N pronounced Seen. So I need to move this party to the west of the tunnels and you seem to attract a lot of people so are you good at dancing? Maybe good at bringing the party where I need it to go?"
"Yeah, I've never seen you before, sorry. Which is strange since I actually did spend a few moons in SwiftClan. I bounce around a lot, but maybe DayClan will be my home, who knows," She shrugged.
"Yeah, implying," he agreed with a touch of his old humor. Deal still looked forward to eating the little duck, though he knew when that day came he never could. The little son had grown on him. He only spared the FallClan leader a parting glance at first, preoccupied with the situation at hand. Unlike Sean, he was focused on getting all these ducks out of here before Shule returned to murder him and donate his skin to the SunClan to line their nests. "Hmm? Maybe-" he started, dubious, but before he could argue the former Commander was already halfway across the party to the other leader.
With a shake of his head, Deal followed. "Hey, I'm sorry about him," he began, then fully took in Calamitystar. StarClan, he was hot. He would fawn over him too if he was a little younger, or less distracted, or less prideful.
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Post by simplylight on May 16, 2020 22:03:44 GMT -5
Cal's eyes lit up as the Regime tom approached and he placed a handsomely sly smile on his maw. "SEAN! Wow, I'm so glad I can finally meet the famously beautiful tom in person." Turning his head sideways in a cute, boyish manner as he spoke. "Dancing, you say? To be honest, I don't think I've ever tried, but I'm certainly good at moving a crowd." As he spoke, the ever-so-famous Deal also approached. Wow, this was turning out to be a good night already! Two of his idols just sliding up to him so quickly? If there could be hearts popping out of his eyes, there would be. "No, no. We're just having a good time! I'm so glad you could join in on the fun, Deal." His voice was smooth as honey as he spoke to the older (but certainly not old, no, no, no) tom. "Just tell me what you need me to do and I'll work my magic."
A delighted purr left his throat at Calamitystar's compliment, "You're too much," He said fanning himself. As Deal entered he scoffed playfully at what he had said, "He's always sorry I'm too hot handle, but I'll try and lower my charm to keep those angelic little paws of yours off of me," Sean promised with a wink. His gaze turned back to the party and then towards Calamitystar again, "Think you can dance those swinging hips of yours to Crystal Cavern?"
Sean took a few steps to show Calamitystar a dance measure before gesturing for him to mimic it. If he could then maybe he could actually avoid trouble after all.
Deal rolled his eyes, honestly trying his best not to enjoy this. It was good to be around Sean again, and it had been a long time since he'd wanted to smile this much. After he broke up with Glowstar, he wasn't sure if they could still be friends, and he was eternally grateful things could still work out. "I am genuinely sorry," he agreed, flashing Cal an amused look, "because he's so hot he can't even handle himself. Keep your eye on him, he's trouble."
He watched carefully as Sean demonstrated a dance move, suddenly glad he was helping handle the ducks instead of leading the dance.
The messenger came in swift and sure, Bian Ayzaria wasn't a party person, so she'd offered to be the lookout. And as it turned out, she'd spotted Commander Shule... coming back early. As such, the feline had turned and bolted, heading straight for the center of the party. "SHULE'S COMING HOME EARLY!" She shouted, the stick she'd been casually chewing on falling to the ground with a clatter that was audible as the cats were forced to stop. Shule. Shule, who really, really, could be mean, and if the she-cat's voice was any indication, hadn't actually approved any of this, was soon going to be here, in HQ. Who knew what she'd do to them? "QUICK, CLEAN UP AND GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE SHE SEES!"