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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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 3, 2019 2:15:00 GMT -5
Welcome to the family! :D
Willow and Birch are up for grabs! You can choose their warrior name as well as what they look like (Please make them have characteristics of their parents as listed below)
To claim please reply with a short example description of the kit then add the longer version to the joining thread ♥
FATHER - Wraith , Black cat green eyes - Francxs
MOTHER - Juniperwater , Light brown cat with pale blue/green eyes - Primordialhaze
Willowkit - ViOLET
Birchkit - Simply
Aspenkit [ sway ] Large tom with dark brown pelt black tipped paws and green eyes - Primordialhaze
Hollykit [ swirl ] Black and white tuxedo tom green eyes - francxs
Juniperwater wasn't expecting the sharp jab of pain as she woke with a start at the break of dawn. Outside patrols were gathering for their daily tasks. She left out a loud screech as the pain ripped through her once more. Was this labor? Was it time already? She was sure these kits were too early. She still had time... didnt she? She cried out again as a contraction clawed its way across her body. She wreathed in her nest within the nursery panting.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Feb 3, 2019 2:21:01 GMT -5
The black tom had been heading out for the day, intending to gather some prey for Juniperwater. He had said that he would make sure that she got exactly what she wanted when she wasnt able to go out, and it was getting to be that time. His ears perked as he heard a cry from the direction of the nursery, and he bolted, forgetting everything about breakfast. He bounded over to the brown queen, licking her forehead as he cooed, something that was not normally his style, hovering over her as he wished he could help more than he was.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 3, 2019 2:33:19 GMT -5
"W-wraith" she stumbled over his name as she tried to speak through the pain in her sides. "I I don't think I can d-do this." she meowed. She was very young and the fear in her eyes was as bright as day. She looked up at him before closing her eyes tight against another wave of pain and moaning.
Willowkit (whisker) - a mostly white calico she-cat. The only calico areas she has is her face. Staring at her nose and up to her ears, one side is a burnt orange color, and the other is black. She has a bottle brush tail, which is rather long, and it too is the dapple of calico colors, orange mingled with black. The feline has thin feather-like medium length furs. Her eyes are the same green hue of her father’s. Willow also has rather long whiskers, so long that they almost touch her paws, which later gives her her warrior name. As a kit she is full of life and curious, never really taking no as an answer. Upon growth she becomes sassy and can switch from happy to irritable in the flick of a tail.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Feb 3, 2019 8:57:08 GMT -5
Birchkit [ crow ]- He is a smokey grey-black tom with light amber eyes. Generally humble and gentle, Birchcrow is a popular tom. Friends come easily and enemies are slow to make for the young cat. He’s sometimes a crowd-pleaser and has a hard time voicing his opinions. He is care-free and seems to float by like the clouds. Sometimes this gets him in sticky situations, but many appreciate his easy-going attitude.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 4, 2019 18:59:41 GMT -5
Graythorn was walking across the camp when he heard a cry of pain coming from the nursery. He knew that Juniperwater was expecting any day so he hurried over to the nursery and crawled inside. "Juniperwater," he meowed. "Are your kits coming?" He hoped that was the reason she'd cried out and not because of some illness.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Feb 4, 2019 19:34:22 GMT -5
Wraith looked quickly to the medicine cat as he saw him burst in, trying to keep fear from creeping into his eyes, "Yes please help her," he mewed, looking back to Juniperwater, "Sure you can do it..." He purred, "I believe in you can."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 5, 2019 14:57:09 GMT -5
"I'll be right back with my herbs," Graythorn meowed as he quickly retreated from the nursery. It wasn't long before he came back, a bundle of herbs under his chin and a stick in his mouth. He placed the items near Juniperwater so he could reach them easily. "Try to take deep breaths," he instructed. "How often are you getting the pains?"
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 24, 2019 14:29:52 GMT -5
"Every few moments." Juniper replied breathing heavily. She whimpered softly her gaze shifting to wraith. His presence alone easing some of her distress.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 25, 2019 14:13:19 GMT -5
"That's good," Graythorn replied. "That means your kits will arrive soon. Try to hang in there." He placed his paws on her belly then leaned close with his ear. "I can feel them moving," he meowed encouragingly.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 26, 2019 22:01:41 GMT -5
A shiver clawed its way down her spine as pain took to her once more. She gritted her teeth causing them to make a grinding noise. "Just get them out Graythorn please!" she pleaded reaching the point where pain clouded her vision.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 27, 2019 16:46:07 GMT -5
Quickly the gray tabby medicine cat picked up the stick he brought and held it over Juniperwater. "Bite down on the stick whenever you feel a contraction," he instructed her. He got into position for the delivery. "When the pains come again, bite down and push as hard as you can."
