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.
Foxfable awkwardly carried the flower crown in his mouth. It was a... large to be comfortable, and the flowers tickled his nose, but he was proud of himself! He'd made it to the SpringClan border without sneezing on his gift for the ... empress? Was that what he had been told SpringClan called their leader? His whiskers twitched as he set the thing on the border, settling into a seated position behind it. He gave himself a once over, before frantically licking his shoulder to ensure he was presentable. The piece of fur wouldn't lay flat, and after a moment, he gave a frustrated sound. "Well I-," he started, before hearing footsteaps. Suddenly, he shut his mouth and the barely-warrior deputy straightened as much as he could. "Well, hi there!" he meowed with a sunny smile on his face, before letting out an awkward chuckle. "I mean... good afternoon, your Highness," he tried again, still not great with the whole diplomacy thing.
