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.
(This is a training thread, but I figured leaving it open could maybe lead to some interactions that might spice up the training a little bit? Anyone's welcome to pop in at anytime!)
Crimsonrose was a fearsome warrior. She'd clawed her way into the ranks of WinterClan by taking advantage of Wintrystar's challenges, and defeating her champion in a fight.
But despite her greater strength, even she had not been immune to the suffering she'd taken in the prison. Though she'd perservered for a while she'd been forced to go to the Witches den with a cough that would not leave her.
And it had been there she'd remained until the sickness passed, which had carried over throughout the fight with DayClan, the regime and WinterClan.
Crimsonrose could only pray that her daughter had been all right, guiltily glad that she'd been too ill to face her daughter and admit she had nothing to show for her efforts.
And yet now here she was, assigned a new apprentice to train in WinterClan. There had been no changes, Wintrystar was likely only more confident in her power thanks to all that had happened.
She had told her apprentice to meet her out in the territory, at the mouth of a cavern that had been filled with snow, towering stones reaching to the heavens. This was the old burial grounds, she doubted since it had been long since buried under snow (the same snow that had slain Leatherstar in an avalanche) that it was even visited anymore. But she hoped that perhaps by showing her new student this she could impart... something.
Or perhaps in a way seek Leatherstar's blessing in a sense. Something that there was still a presence in Winterclan that watched over the cats.
"Oh Leatherstar," Crimsonrose murmured, placing a paw on the long compacted and frozen over snow. "What will our clan become?"
