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.
What have I done? I wish I could run away from this ship going under. Just trying to help, Hurt everyone else. Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
What can you do when your good isn’t good enough? And all that you touch tumbles down? Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just wanna fix it somehow…
But how many times will it take? Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right?
So I’ll throw up my fist, throw a punch in the air, and accept the truth that sometimes life isn’t fair. Yeah, I’ll send out a wish. Yeah, I’ll send up a prayer. And finally someone will see how much I care.
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Flaming, that was the name she went by now that she was nothing more than a rogue, cast out by the very clan she cared for - that she thought respected her. Boy, did she have it all wrong. Leaf-bare was upon them, now, making life much harder for a rogue. Food was scarce, the ground froze her paws, and she didn’t have much of a place for shelter. Flaming was in the roughest shape, yet. Rogue life and leaf-bare had not been kind to her. Even with her winter coat, one could see the outline of each bone. Infection rattled in her chest, yet she pushed on. She was particularly close to the Renegade Regime border but all of her cares were gone. She was desperate for food although she would probably not find any in the whether condition. Since heading out for her hunt, a small snow storm had moved in quickly. The wind was flattening her fur and whiskers, sending icy snow flurries into her eyes, each feeling like shards of glass slicing her face. Each leaf-bare had been worse than the last and this time it seemed as if this leaf-bare would take her last remaining life.
She shivered as she trudged through the snow, her paws were numb with frost bite. She sniffed the air in hopes to find some scent of prey but there was none. However, a familiar scent carried on the raging breeze. It was rather strong. She was close to the border but there was no way she was that close to the border. She could just make out the figure of cat, blurred by the flurries of snow. Her heart lurched. She was in no shape to fight off an enemy. Perhaps taking her life now would be a favor. She waited for the cat to approach, mentally preparing herself for whatever was to come next.
