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!
News & Updates
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.
Paprika-acorn ran. His eyes were blurred from tears, body covered in scratches and wounds, fur matted with stickerburns, leaves, and twigs. SpringClan was no longer safe for him or his family. The reddish bronze tom had been forced out by SpringClan's newest leader, Eternalstar. She was remaking the clan, starting new and fresh with kits and queens of her choice. Making a clan where the warrios of old were not welcome. He was on the run.
His paws carried him while his heart mourned. Paprika-acorn had lost track of his sister, brother, father, and mother in the chaos that was the cleansing of the clan. He knew not what had happened to them, if they'd chosen to stay or if they'd been forced to leave just as he had. The darkness was not welcoming nor did it provided him with an idea as to where he was. A storm was picking up that consisted of a soft snow falling, further blinding him.
He cried; cried from fear, from lose, from worry. The last words he'd heard his mother say was to run. They'd been leaving together when they'd been attacked by some of the cats that would be staying in SpringClan as Eternalstar's supporters. He'd been separated from his family then, unknowing what had happened to each of them, and left to wonder if they'd returned to the clan injured and as a prisoner, or if they'd escaped and were heading in a different direction as himself.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 3, 2019 1:39:16 GMT -5
Spottednettle lead a small patrol down along the border that was their connection to SpringClan. Beside him Marshpaw padded softly. He remembered the small she-cat's novice ceremony and was amazed at the cat she had grown into. Soon she would be a thane in her own right if she passed her trials.
Marshpaw kept her eyes facing forward. Since Eternalstar had shown her face to Leatherstar to try and make deals with him the SpringClan border had been a topic of gossip. She wondered what kind of purge they were facing.
Paprika-acorn tumbled through a bush on the other side of WinterClan border, unknowing as to where he was. The land was foreign to him, but anything outside of SpringClan was foreign to him. He may have been a kittypet to start his life but he could only remember his life inside the clan and nothing before it. The durry grey sky above him showed no mercy or understanding; no way to guide him via its stars or sun all was lost in the grey of the clouds and the soft snow fall.
