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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SOLARNIGHT roleplayed byblankslate He’s the only tom in his litter so it’s hard on him, given his handsome features it’s already hard enough on his life without she-cats fawning over him. Solarnight is uninterested in love, finding the emotion more shallow than he'd like in his own experience. He’s a natural at fighting and hunting, often feeling bored and looking for a sense of adventure. warrior i.pinimg.com/564x/67/89/42/678942fcaa6f28188fd45d5f7132bd21.jpg
AMETHYSTKIT song roleplayed by sinful A white Scottish fold tom with silver eyes. His mother is a pure-blooded DayClan cat named Whitemagnolia while his father (Soaringdawn) is a half-blood DayClan cat, his genes mixed with the rough and tumble characteristics of Renegade Regime. Sibling to Butterburpatch, Ariapurr, Astralbelly, Creampuff, Thunderroar, and Fawnleap. None || None kit Picture Link of Cat: CLICK! Feathers: Protection & Destiny
SAMARAKIT / WING roleplayed by sinful A medium furred dark red she-cat with green eyes and an abnormally small, crooked tail. Daughter of Astur, a loner who moved to DayClan, and Russetdawn, a DayClan tom who ran from his birth clan to join SunClan as an initiate for protection only to be murdered in the initiation process. Sibling of Peachkit, Pomekit, and Hesperidiumkit. kit Picture Link of Cat: CLICK! Feathers: Luck & Mercy
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
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Post by uniqcrim on Apr 14, 2019 15:20:06 GMT -5
HAZELKIT / NUT roleplayed by uniqcrim He’s incredibly tall like his grandfather, Copperthroat, and shares similar features to him including his brown fur. He’s a genuine guy who compliments what’s on his mind and doesn’t realize it comes off as flirting. He's an extremely skilled hunter due to his long legs and large ears which give him an advantage to hear echoes from far away. kit Picture Link of Cat: link Feathers: Clarity and Youth
She’s a cat born of and to fear. It’s a fear that has always haunted her, prowling just a pawstep behind. Born a SunClan cat, she quickly learned to hide that fear, but it always lied in wait just under the surface. Her mother was a paranoid sort, too certain of ill intent from her Clanmates to find a mate among those she lived with. Instead she resorted to a rogue, an outsider that eventually ended up lumped into the same category everyone else was in. That fear was what ultimately led to Fearfulwhisper’s death, the she-cat untrusting of anyone else and ending up the vulnerable victim of a cat turned serial killer, but long before her eventual demise she was able to pass down her paranoia into her favored child. An ingrained certainty that every cat in SunClan was out to get her. Her fear never quite reached the level of her mother’s, though, and that is likely all that saved her. As a kitten her mother convinced her that her own Clan deserved to be betrayed, and so with her help little Twistedkit became a member of DayClan’s surveillance team. No one else knew in the Clan. Not even her littermates, and even to this day none of them know. Not empathetic Doublethink or caring Troubledheart. And certainly not vengeful Deadringer. She continued acting as a spy for DayClan into her apprenticeship, and then the Sun God showed himself. Not long after she was named a Janus. She was on the fence about how she felt about her promotion at first. It offered her access to power, privilege, and knowledge, the latter of which would prove invaluable to the surveillance team she was a part of, but it placed her right in the middle of a very thin line between life and potential death. Things only became worse when the surveillance team was disbanded only to be snatched up by the bloodthirsty Nemesis of Primal Instinct, Vera E’tani. Twistedecho was betrayed, turning to the God her Clan now worshipped and the hope to gain protection from Foxstar in exchange for knowledge from the team. By some miracle, her deal was accepted, but it was a deal that ultimately trapped her. She was being buried alive in a hole she dug, a hole that seemed to have no escape as the surveillance team eventually disbanded for good. There was only one cat that kept her from succumbing completely. The same cat that had left her to face Vera and Foxstar alone, and yet the same cat that eventually saved her from being swallowed whole by the Clan she was unfortunate to have been born into. Everything became too much, and her paws and soul were stained too black. Either she’d stay and become a mere shell of herself, or she ran. And the only place she could run where she’d have any chance at safety was DayClan, under Glowstar. The undersized, scrawny she-cat came in a time of desperation, fleeing in the hopes she could find peace within the Clan she’d always seen more as home than where she was born. And so far, she has found it. She can never be certain how long that peace will last, but until then she has slowly settled into a new life without fear of death at the slightest misstep. She still worries at times how many of DayClan may wish her ill will – it wasn’t that long ago when her birth Clan captured them all, when her paws were stained by blood of their own through those that failed initiation – but she pretends just as she’s used to that no such fear exists. She almost blends into the cats of her adopted Clanmates. Her ruddy red-brown fur is similar to some of the shades sported by those she now surrounds herself with, rich orange eyes so similar if not for the spark of fear always buried in their depths. She takes advantage of her ability to blend in whenever she can, preferring to forget her old life and be forgotten by cats that are far too likely to resent her for abandoning the Clan. She treads carefully on white paws, avoiding the border shared with SunClan whenever possible. She may blend in to any other outsider, but she doubts her Clanmates are going to soon forget what she looked like. But splashed with white across her chest and muzzle, so similar to her deceased mother, she doubts the scruffy DayClan warrior will ever be allowed to forget the time they were a Janus no matter how hard she tries. She doesn’t resent her old home, and at times wishes things didn’t end up the way they did. In her eyes, what truly taints her home is the monster at its head and, though to a much lesser extent, the deity that enables her blood-streaked path through the forest. She has no plans to ever return, but that doesn’t mean she can’t hope better for the place she once called home.
SANDY-KIT (LYNX) Roleplayed by Wolves I am Sandylynx, I am skilled; pushy; moody; optimistic; silly, strong; resilient; good fighter; good hunter; and stealthy she-cat who looks like a lynx. I was given the name Sandy at birth by my late Mother, because of my fur color. I was given the name lynx, by my Leader because I look like a lynx. I love to run and hunt, more then I like patrolling, though I will do it if asked. I am in no way ready for a mate or kits but don't get me wrong, I will adopt kits if need be. I work hard, often too hard, as I am prone to work till near exhaustion. I am a devotee in StarClan and the Warrior Code, and I have no desire to change it. My parents died when I was born, so I don't know who they are, only that they were valued and trusted warriors. I hope to live up to my parents legacy and maybe create my own. None | None Kitten lh4.googleusercontent.com/cijwHyp596AlJWLSMe6uQjB7nMr48W1JMTHhs4UIiecxRnBr8NuFo6CIvgIrbzc_AgbqYIngFzVYj1g3umAy6HdfeRZoagbtRKc-YScg Survival and loyalty
CRYSTALGROVE roleplayed by fearful She is the beauty queen of the litter, although she is a near identical twin to Midnightdance many claim she is strikingly gorgeous for her rare turquoise eyes that separate herself from Midnightdance’s amber eyes. She is incredibly noble and believes a little too much in utilitarianism. Believing that any action was the right decision so long as it helps the majority. If she had the choice between saving her own family or the entire forest, she would choose the forest because it saves the greater amount of people. Sister to Solarnight, Midnightarmoa, Mistyswan, and Hazelnut. None || None Warrior Picture Link of Cat: i.pinimg.com/564x/48/12/5b/48125b3dcbc9396ed82d0317dd9b3210.jpg
BLANKPIECE roleplayed by sinful A pure white burly tom with silver eyes that in certain light can look monochromatic grey. He wears his feathers behind his left ear. Flyingcolors || None Warrior Picture Link of Cat: CLICK! Feathers: Revenge & Judgment
YELLOWKIT (WASP) Roleplayed by Wolves Yellowwasp is a brownish-yellow tabby with yellow eyes. She was born in DayClan to two warrior's who lost their lives before she was even 6 moons old. Her parents were taken captive as her Mother was about to give birth, by Fenyul of SpringClan. He kept them hidden, starved and beaten. Her Father was the first to die, as Fenyul forced him to fight until he couldn't fight anymore. When her Father wasn't able to stand, Fenyul, cut him open and left him near his mate as he bled out. Her Mother during that time was now in labor and was giving birth to Yellowwasp. Once yellowwasp was born she herself, was now a captive. She and her Mother were held for at least 3 moons. After which Fenyul, decided to force Yellowwasp to watch as he fought her Mother and killed her. He again left the body where Yellowwasp could see it. Yellowwasp was then taken by Fenyul, to the border of Dayclan, leaving a severe claw slash across her side and shoulder. He left her at the border, where a patrol found her and brought her back to camp. The medicine cats took care of her wound and she was given food. During her time in captivity, it made her moody, aggressive, pushy and determined. She wants to prove that she is able to fight for her own life, despite all kinds of hardship, often pushing herself to the brink of death. She dreams of having a mate and kits, not knowing if they will be full Clan or half-Clan, but she will follow the path set by the stars. She dedicates her life to StarClan, hoping that she will find favor with them. Picture Link: lh3.googleusercontent.com/MCO8OrxzkLev1V8oimEFk4ZyUoOkMSgFO2CDtyT-8pkcY9ZXQAmwmxKVsxvSGBhkSLzlT0CYPhJVd2L-g-nDDd82KGBPHw1-DUsjgUCknyOSmivR8y37nGDZFjv4Mb0Txr7IhOzG Feathers: Not sure???
DAFFODILKIT /delight roleplayed by Lavender. A product of tragedy that managed to become a treasure. Daffodildelight was the product of a kittypet father and a SpringClan mother. She was an only child, yet she never lacked friends. Her idyllic life was interrupted when rogues led by the callous Cicero. At two moons she was forced to flee with her mother who refused to pledge loyalty. Unfortunately, her mother was wounded fatally, passing away only pawsteps from the DayClan border. With fear instilling great strength she came upon a patrol who rescued her. Somehow the terror she saw and felt did not affect her demeanor it did, however, make her not want to return to SpringClan. Daffodildelight was then and is now a sweet feline, always there for clanmates. She is never wanting for friends as her demeanor bubbles over to those around her, making it hard for anyone around her to remain in any mood other than one of happiness. She keeps her friends close and cares deeply for them, willing to do almost any for them. Her loyalty carries over to her clan, they took her in and raised her; There is nothing she would not do for them. She is steadfast in her beliefs. Daffodildelight will never back down if she truly cares, her morals will not be bent. Yet she can be a bit ditsy, not always paying attention or keeping track of what is going on. She cares more for spiritual matters than physical matters, who is fighting who just does not matter as much as how one is truly doing. She likes to pray and offer up tith to StarClan. It may not be an ordinary practice for most of DayClan, but she will never stop it. Her looks are close enough to pass as a true DayClan cat but just odd enough to single her out. Daffodildelight’s creamy blonde fur is accented with pale ginger tabby stripes along her paws and face. Her golden paws are larger than most with two extra toes on each paw. To balance that out her ears are curled backward and rather rounded on the tops. Just below her ears are two eyes a rather pale shade of green not unlike laurel. To end her looks is a rather stubby bright ginger tail not longer than her paw is wide. None || None Kit Picture Link of Cat: pm1.narvii.com/6356/cfeb3de3c41965408f8a1f4ff97f9f023964909a_hq.jpg Optional: Loyalty & Faith
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 2, 2019 13:57:38 GMT -5
POMEKIT / FLOWER
roleplayed by simplylight
There is always that one really awkward, but sweet cat. Pomeflower is that tom, truthfully. Growing up, he was used to his siblings being so close and him feeling like a bit of an outcast at times. He assumed it was because of his awkwardness and ended up becoming more shy as time went on. Pomeflower is really a kind, handsome cat. His ruddy-red fur is medium-length and soft like feathers. The color darkens into black around his paws, underbelly, and his long, bushy tail. His eyes are pale amber like the moon. More to come as he is developed.
Fluffy, soft, and with blue eyes that shine like stars, Astralbelly is a lovable daydreamer. She is the one you see wandering around aimlessly in the middle of the night. Her first love is the stars in the sky, which earned her name. Her brilliant blues are constantly looking up in every situation. She believes that all things will work out for the good and seems to not have a negative bone in her petite body. With white fur and cute grey tips on her rounded ears, Astralbelly’s appearance simply speaks innocence. Only time will tell if she keeps that innocence. More to come as she is developed.
Lavender. I edited your photo a little cause I noticed it was pale, let me know if you like it or if you want me to keep it to the original. My feelings won't be hurt if you don't like it xD
APPLEKIT / PATCH roleplayed by moonbound Applepatch is a white molly with striking amber eyes and brown tabby markings on the crown of her head. Adventure runs in her blood, streaming through her veins with such a force that it sets her entire body into motion. She's never not moving, suffering from a disease known as wanderlust; she can never stay in one place, and if she does, it certainly drives her insane. It's strange, seeing her in a Clan, for she would much rather fit the loner life; being in a clan doesn't stop her from leaving the borders and going to places she has yet to see. Applepatch is hopeful, always brimming with optimism and looking forward to what the future holds. She knows that she is destined for happiness, and she strives each and every day to push herself towards her goals. Gullible, it is easy to tell her something and have her believe it. This has proven to have gotten her in a few pickles in the past, though each time she comes out unscathed. She has high morals, though, so it wouldn't be easy to trick her into doing something bad. Applepatch was born to Diesdrè, a wandering rogue, and an unknown DayClan warrior, alongside her siblings Dawnrush, Briartangle, Hickorybark, and Fidgetspring. It was obvious they were of DayClan descent, yet nobody could quite place who their father was - that, and whoever their father was, he refused to step forward. Applepatch grew up being raised by the queens of the nursery, and though she lacked a father figure, she still turned out pleasantly. Kit imgur.com/a/YrdLlHs Friendship & Popularity
DAWNKIT / RUSH roleplayed by moonbound Dawnrush is a dilute tortoiseshell molly who is mostly cream, with some dapples of grey and pale green eyes. Dawnrush is notoriously sweet and gentle to everyone, even those who are less than nice to her. She is quite shy and very bashful, usually not saying much and simply smiling softly to others. Her "alter ego" appears when she feels her kittens are in danger. She is very motherly. She’s a bit of a pushover, but she's humble and has a big heart. She doesn't like giving orders. Dawnrush will finally do whatever it takes when it's something she really wants! She's a hard worker, and would be willing to lay down her life for one of her babies. She is, however, quite skittish and avoids strange things and other cats as often as she can. She's had bad experiences with her clanmates especially, so she is very hard to get close to, and it's even harder to earn her trust. Dawnrush was born alongside Applepatch, Briartangle, Hickorybark, and Fidgetspring, to a rogue known as Diesdrè and an unknown DayClan warrior. Her mother abandoned them at DayClan's border when she was born, wanting nothing to do with them. Growing up without proper parental figures in her life caused her to become shy and skittish, uncertain of life and her surroundings. Kit imgur.com/a/R7OBH4s Compassion & Grace
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Post by musicworld0329 on May 19, 2019 19:35:23 GMT -5
DEATHHEAVEN roleplayed by MusicWorld0329 Made of stone, Deathheaven seems to not be affected by anything. The dark as night tom with beautiful blue eyes that captivate those who dare to gaze into them. His voice is deep almost like a growl of thunder that can be heard in the distance. He claims he's no hero even though he's pretty stout and full of mass. He feels as if he will be alone for the days to come just because he doesn't care for the company of others much. He can be very serious at times but then once in a blue moon he can come out of his shell and become a very hearty tom. Hopefully one day a she-cat will come to straighten him out, but until that day comes he will continue to be almost like a shadow of death that lingers around until fate decides what he shall be. Mate: None || Kits: None Warrior www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS847US847&biw=1920&bih=937&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=kPPhXKHXBumS0gKVjZzgDg&q=black+cat+blue+eyes&oq=black+cat+bl&gs_l=img.1.0.0l10.17022.20597..21038...0.0..0.152.435.0j3......1....1..gws-wiz-img.......35i39j0i67.azEPSpWcxz8#imgrc=Y-7ZXUuuNSfFOM: Feathers: Blood and Survival
Post by birdwitharm on May 25, 2019 23:09:13 GMT -5
SNOWKIT(fire) Roleplayed by: birdwitharm My name is Snowkit. I was found on the borders of Dayclan and taken in after twolegs took me from my mother and left me to die. My name is a tribute to my snow white fur and innocent appearance. I’m shy and timid, but as you get to know me I’ll soon reveal a silly, fun loving side that is always ready for fun. I can be a bit reckless at times when surrounded by friends, but I know my limits and understand when it’s time to stop. Although I may seem immature at first, I am passionate about finding justice in a world that seemed to abandon me, and can be fierce when angry. I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but when I’ve reached my limit there is little you can do to get back on my good side. I was once a kittypet, yes, but do not test me. I will not bow down to injustice.
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Edited May 25, 2019 23:19:53 GMT -5 By birdwitharm
