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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BIO
A petite lithe framed long furred she-cat. Her lengthy calico fur is a delicate blend of whites, oranges, and dark smoky greys and a single blaze of obsidian black fur along the top of her muzzle. The black blaze marking blends seamlessly into her dainty charcoal black nose. Her eyes are a soft shade of periwinkle, though with lighter flecks of sky blue flecked around her pupil.
With her soft delicate exterior, her personality mirrors it just as perfectly. Freekit is a warm and tender soul. Treating others with kindness and respect, even if she has just met them. The she-cat lives by the saying, "Treat others as you would wish yourself to be treated". Freekit's way of speaking is soft and slow. Her voice hardly ever raising to a shout, and the easiest way to tell if the she-cat is genuinely happy is that her voice holds a happy little lilt. Freekit can almost be called a pushover, with how easily she bends to help others. The she-cat never wanting to be the reason that another is sad. It is also easy for one to gain Freekit's trust, which is very much so a weakness for the she-cat. Though she always wants to try to see the best in others and is willing to take the risk in trying to find it.
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A longhaired, brilliant rusty-auburn tom with penny copper eyes, and dark russet lace patterns that trace his shoulders and the underside of his chin and mouth, making him appear to always be bleeding. His outward appearance screams terrifying and ruthless. Cats do well to avoid the tom at all cost, hardly ever engaging him in conversation, if only to exchange a quick greeting before scurrying off to find someone else more friendly. Bloodcruelty distances himself from his clanmates, believing that communicating with those he deems weak to be useless. It isn't uncommon for him to just glare at any cat who tries to approach him or even looks at any of his siblings the wrong way, or even looks at them at all. Bloodcruelty's only true passion lies in the clutches of blood and death. Living for the kill, and the rush of adrenaline it gives him at the mere sight of a fight. The ginger tom has become skilled in the art of fighting and is not afraid to spill blood, especially if his siblings request it of him.
HISTORY
BIRTH - FOUR MOONS Though they were born in SunClan, their life was hardly a walk in the park. Their father was never in the picture, and their mother was abusive, leaving all of them scarred in their own ways. Upon reaching two moons, their mother had them made apprentices, and by four moons, they'd killed her and disposed of the body outside the territory, managing to hide their crime from the rest of SunClan and asking for forgiveness from the Sun God for the murder they felt was necessary.
As a result of their past, these kits are tight knit, each having their role in the litter, and helping the others when needed. They look out for themselves first and foremost, and can most often be found causing trouble with other clans, whether that be for gain, or simply because they want to. These cats take full advantage of the loophole in the SunClan Code that 'technically' allows the murder of outsiders, provided they aren't caught. Though unconcerned about others, they are mostly loyal to SunClan.
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With a death, there is a new beginning. Momo is an overly fluffy she-cat, whose body mass consists of mostly fur creamy white fur. Her fur is almost completely cream white, apart for the pale flaming ginger points that barely cover her nose, paws, ear tips and fluffy tail. Her eyes are a charming pale baby blue. Momo came to BrookClan when she was just a kit, her mother too sick and frail to care for the tiny cat any longer. Momo was too young to know anything of the world around her, and so the BrookClan cats would adopt her into the clan, and dedicate her to the diety Marli. Growing up Momo's beliefs in her clan grew stronger and stronger. She lives for her diety and breathes for her clan. Now as a grown Viony Momo's faith couldn't be stronger. Momo is a soft gentle creature. Her deity shining through with every action she does. Her patience and kindness are unwavering even in the face of anger and irritation her calmness stays strong.
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Quartus is a tom who takes mostly after his father when it comes to looks. His medium length fur is a mix match of whites and brownish grey tabby patches. His features leaning more towards pointed and angular as opposed to soft and rounded. His eyes are somewhere in the middle ground between his mother and fathers, a pale sandy grey with pale green flecks. Quartus is a very stoic no-nonsense kind of character. Preferring to cut straight to the chase as opposed to beating around the bush and running around in circles. Because of this, the tom comes across as bland and boring. As a kit, he would be the one to follow his siblings because he knew if he didn’t one of them was sure to get into a compromising situation and they would need his assistance to get them out of it. Quartus is more of a brain over brawn type of cat, preferring to think his way out of a situation and avoid bloodshed, but of course, he is trained to fight and won’t go down easily. His parents are Diana and Hurricane, and his siblings are Primus, Septimus, and Decimus.
HISTORY
BIRTH - PRESENT DAY Born to Scout Diana and Scout Hurricane in Renigade Regime. He has three brothers Primus, Septimus and Decimus.
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“But I'm dancing in the moonlight, It's caught me in the spotlight, I’m alright. Dancing in the moonlight, on this long hot summer night.” Born into the world on the cusp of twilight came Darkdance and his siblings. Like most of his siblings, his fur is a greyscale of greys, blacks and whites. Which the tom assumes they inherited from their parents. The base of Darkdance’s fur is a pale ivory grey, that in the full moonlight one would assume it was ghostly white. The most of the pale grey fur is covered in smokey dark grey. The smokey markings shroud his back and ghosts over his legs that darken to a charcoal black once it reaches his paws. His underbelly, chest and head are a pale ivory grey, while his face and ears are that same smokey grey as his back, his ears softly transitioning into the same charcoal black as his paws. Ghostly white markings surround his pale sea blue eyes, his nose is a dark rose pink. His fluffy tail is smokey grey that fades into the dark charcoal as the other points of his body. Darkdance has a light frame and lean muscles, the most of his body weight coming from his thick fluffy fur. Darkdance’s personality can be summed up into two words: Wild Tornado. The tom seems to have a very short attention span. Bouncing from one topic to another, his mouth moving a mile a minute. If you find yourself at the butt of one of his jokes or pranks don’t take it to heart. Darkdance loves to laugh be it at the expense of others or himself. His laid-back demeanour making it easy for others to either get enamoured with him or annoyed at him. The tony tom exudes charisma and self-confidence. Unafraid of the world and the evils that may lurk in it. Which usually gets him into trouble.
HISTORY
BIRTH - PRESENT DAY Born to two MoonClan warriors who mysteriously went missing soon after him and his siblings birth.
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"Tell me that you’d even pluck the stars in the sky for me" A short furred ginger tabby tom with white markings littering his lean body. His eyes are shiny full honey amber the irises ringed in dark brown, while his nose is a pale rosy pink. Sweetscent much like his name is a sweetheart. A majority of the time he is always putting others wellbeing over his own. The ginger tom is also a giant klutz, he can barely walk two tail lengths without tripping over either his paws or thin air. Misfortune seems to hang over the tom like a grey stormy cloud, but he doesn’t let that bother him. Always trying to find the happier things in life. Ever the optimist as well as a hopeless romantic he views the world with a glass half full attitude. His siblings are Freshfish, Spicebloom, Saltbreeze, and Sourberry.
HISTORY
BIRTH - 3 MOONS Upon their birth, they were found next to their mother's body just outside of BrookClan territory. He and his siblings were taken in by a Viony within BrookClan. Their father remains unknown.
NAME | DEIMOS-CHAN GENDER | MALE GROUP | PRIMAL INSTINCT RANK | YOUNGLING AGE | 3-5 MOONS BREED | DOMESTIC LONGHAIR X S.O/R.O | HETERO/HETERO ALIGNMENT | CHAOTIC EVIL MATE | N/A FAMILY |
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"I don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me. The best of us kind find happiness in misery." Deimos is the son of two Primal Instinct cats. His father being Soslan, and his mother being Crimson. The tom has long black and white patched fur with piercing glowing amber eyes. His stature is rather small when compared to other cats his age leaving him to be swift and light-footed, as opposed to being sturdy and brawny. Deimos is a chaotic soul. He has a way with words and getting under other's skin. Effortlessly slithering his way in like a snake and biding his time for the right time to strike. He finds pleasure in manipulating others into fighting for him and doing his bidding. Deimos is the Ringmaster of the show, enjoying to cause chaos and sit back and watch the madness unfold before his very eyes. He has a dry almost cynical sense of humour, often poking fun and mocking those he's fighting with which often causes them to go into a blind rage. As he ages, he's becoming more and more arrogant, and with his growing arrogance so does his strength.
HISTORY
BIRTH-6 MOONS His mother Crimson left Primal Instinct in favor of testing her might as a member of WinterClan, and in turn by incurring the wrath of PI testing her claws against the fiercest army she has ever known as an exiled cat. However, before she made up her mind to leave a brief night with a Primal Instinct Hunter Soslan has resulted in her giving birth to several kits. Crimson waits long enough until she's ready to travel and then abandons her kits to be raised by Primal Instinct without her.
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"There's a moment in your bones when, when the fire takes over" Silverbee was born in the spitting image of his father. Silverbee is a rather striking silver tom with his light grey base coat and darker smokey tabby markings littering his medium length fur. His eyes, unlike his fathers deep emerald, are a pale seafoam green. While his nose is a peachy pink that’s rimmed in a dark rose. Silverbee is a tom with a medium build, he’s not as large as most cats, but he also isn’t small either, most would say he’s average in size. Many would assume that it is his silver tabby markings that gave him his warrior name. True that may be part of the reason, it boils more down to his personality. Silverbee was brought into this world as a miracle child in the eyes of his parents. Born to two noble WinterClan warriors who had been trying all their lives to have kits. The two warriors moons away from joining the ranks of the elders, when Silverbee’s mother had gotten the news that she was expecting kits. He would be born a single child his mother’s old age causing the rest of his siblings to be stillborn. This would cause his parents to shelter him as he grew. Halfway into his apprenticeship, Silverbee would lose both his parent’s to white-cough during a harsh winter that swept through WinterClan. Once a kindhearted and open tom the grief of losing the two cat’s that had meant the world to him had changed him. He channelled his grief and anger into his warrior training. His dedication causing the tom to learn at a quick rate, but it came at the cost of him distancing himself from his clanmates. His quick wit and battle prowess causing him to have the thought that he is better than everyone else and that he is never wrong. Born into a family of love and compassion lose hardened him into a closed off, snippy and self-righteous warrior. And, he doesn’t show signs of ever changing.
NAME | AKHLUT GENDER | MALE CLAN | BROOKCLAN RANK | PODAROK AGE | 1-6 MOONS BREED | UNKNOWN ALIGNMENT | CHAOTIC NEUTRAL S.O/R.O | DEMI/DEMI MATE | NONE FAMILY |
• Father | Unknown • Mother | Adira(adoptive) • Siblings | Eloko, Capelobo, Ahool, and Serpopard • Kits | None
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Akhlut is named after a spirit that takes the form of both a wolf and an orca. It is a vicious, dangerous beast. Its tracks can be recognized because they are wolf tracks that lead to and from the ocean. Just by looking at this cat your skin can't help but to crawl and raise goosebumps on your flesh. Akhlut's body is long and lanky. His limbs gangly and skews towards almost unnatural with how long they are, leaving his paws to appear large in contrast to the long sinewy appendages. His lean body his mostly covered in wire dark brown fur with strands of white flecks throughout the fur. His fur things out around his eyes, muzzle and underbelly leaving his pale almost ivory coloured flesh to be seen. His eyes are a dried cornstalk yellow and seem to glint with a predatorial gleam. Akhlut isn't one for any words, his central verbal communication coming from grunts, snorts and low mumbles. He's hard to approach and even if approached it's even harder to have an enjoyable conversation with him. He has a short temper and is quick to bare his fangs and claws, unafraid to scare off those that annoy him or get in his way. When he was young he was kidnapped by Adira and raised on the outskirts of BrookClan with his four other siblings Eloko, Capelobo, Ahool, and Serpopard.
HISTORY
BIRTH - PRESENT Do you believe in curses? Do you believe in legends of creatures that only exist in the hazy twilight? Akhlut and his siblings were kidnapped at birth and brought to BrookClan under the assumption that they belonged to Adira. Adira is known for causing trouble, and most consider her the witch of BrookClan. She is often seen as critically insane and keeps to a far part of the territory where she is raising him and his siblings isolated from the rest of the group. What kind of misfortune will fall over BrookClan when the feline, who rumour has it is not only a witch but also carries with her a curse, raises stolen kittens?
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Petite. Dense. Overly gullible. Those words sum up Sandypetal to the letter. A she-cat who is too pure for her own good, and too clumsy that it's almost adorable... almost. Her clumsiness and overly aloof attitude can often get on other's nerves quickly. She's not stupid, she's just uncaring and to laid back to give a rat's about it. There are sporadic times when she can surprise others with her quick wit and intelligent input but those are few and far between. Sandypetal is a ball of pure sunshine and jaw-dropping cluelessness. Her fluffy maple brown fur covered in dark amber swirls of tabby stripes, and her muzzle is a precious snow white. Her nose is a small button of peachy pink and her eyes are an almost comically wide seafoam green. She's quite often getting herself in sticky situations literally and figuratively. She talks a mile a minute about nothing and everything at the same time. Do not tell her a secret because that word is foreign to her.
• Father | Unknown • Mother | Lydia • Siblings | Abraidflare, Abrasaxmyth, Accendfable, and Accentorenchantment. • Kits | None
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Aestivalphilosophy is a lean-muscled long legged she-cat. Thick long silky pearl white coloured fur covers her lithe frame which contrasts beautifully against her dark amber irises. A beauty not only in looks but the mind as well. She is a sponge for knowledge. Absorbing anything and everything that she can get her paws on. Her pursuit of knowledge is almost unrivalled. Her quick mind and vast knowledge one of her strengths. She could talk theories and philosophies all day and feel like she'd never run out of things to say. Though with her pursuit of knowledge her social skills have somewhat dulled in comparison. Her words tend to lean on the over complicated and confusing side, and her humour is dull and dry. It's not very humorous to those who don't understand the joke. She finds it hard to make friends who don't take on the same interests as she does and isn't afraid to wrinkle her nose at those who feel like brute strength is the way to go about things.
HISTORY
BIRTH - PRESENT Her and her siblings were brought to EarthClan by their mother Lydia when they were only days old. Their father is currently unknown.
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A short-haired charcoal gray tom with black spiderweb stripes and mismatched green and gold eyes. Traits: Lazy. Cynical. (WIP)
NAME | NETTLEWING GENDER | TOM CLAN | EARTHCLAN RANK | WARRIOR AGE | 14 MOONS BREED | LONGHAIR X ALIGNMENT | LAWFUL GOOD S.O/R.O | PAN/PAN MATE | NONE FAMILY |
• Father | Unknwon Tom • Mother | Unknown She-Cat • Siblings | Ivybloom • Kits | None
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A medium length creamy fawn furred tom with nettle green coloured eyes and a rosy pink nose rimmed in scarlet. The base of Nettlewing’s fur is a creamy white, his back cloaked in a smoky grey. His muzzle seeming the only splotch of pure white on his body. Nettlewing’s features are soft-rounded and are almost kitten like in nature. He’s not thick and sturdy like most EarthClan cat his body instead favouring the lighter leaner side. In some odd twist of nature if the season allows it flower petals almost always seem to be clinging to his fur. The soft petals finding a home in his silky smooth fur, thus leaving the tom always smelling like a floral garden. The scent even clinging to his pelt in the dead of winter. Nettlewing is a kind and thoughtful spirit. Always to put the needs of others over himself when the greater good is at stake. He may be soft spoken, but he has a way of making other listen to what he has to say and considering his opinions. Nettlewing is a thinker and planner. Not willing to risk putting those he holds dear to him in danger on a split second decision or a whim.
NAME | MALAKAI GENDER | TOM CLAN | SPRINGCLAN RANK | WARRIOR AGE | 18 MOONS BREED | SHORTHAIR X ALIGNMENT | NEUTRAL GOOD S.O/R.O | BI/BI MATE | NONE FAMILY |
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Malakai, also known as Kai, was a former loner that had wandered his way to SpringClan. He was rather young when he first stumbled upon the clan. His travellers spirit unsure whether he would feel at home in one place, but over time he realized that he'd grown attached to the clan and its members. Kai is rather youthful looking and doesn't appear as old as he is, making it hard for others to fully take his opinion serious at times. He has short brown tabby fur with snow-white underbelly, muzzle, and paws. His nose is a soft pink with a small darker brown patch over one side if it. Kai's eyes are a large circular pale forest green. A born explorer he's often wandering around the territory looking for something to catch his keen adventurous eye. Having been a traveller before his final home in SpringClan he has a few stories that he enjoys sharing with the clan members and especially to the younger generations. Malakai is rather laidback and it's hard to get on his bad side.
NAME | ACORNKIT GENDER | TOM CLAN | EARTCHCLAN RANK | KIT AGE | 1-5 MOONS BREED | CROSS BREED ALIGNMENT | NEUTRAL GOOD S.O/R.O | TBD MATE | NONE FAMILY |
• Father | Leatherstar • Mother | Brimmingberry • Siblings | oof gimmie a moment • Kits | None
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Acornheart is the son of Brimmingberry, the medicine cat of EarthClan, and Leatherstar, the leader of WinterClan, his three other siblings from the fling being Owlfeather, Walnutfur and Chocolatecloud. Acornheart is a short furred pale brown tabby tom with darker brown stripes intricately swirling around his lithe frame. The tom's eyes are a large almond shaped pale mint green the outer iris rimmed in a dark moss shade. Acornheart's build mostly resembles that of his fathers. Long limbs, slender body, the thick brown colour palette of his pelt also adapted from his fathers. Acornheart is a free spirit. Going where he pleases, doing what he pleases. Never one to be phased by the gossip that circulated him and his family. Despite being such a free spirit it's hard for Acornheart to form attachments with others even with his own family. Maybe deep down the cause of his attachment issues has to do with the circumstances that brought about him and his sibling's conception. So while Acronheart is charming and overly charismatic he doesn't have anyone he can call a friend or someone he can confide in.
HISTORY
BIRTH - PRESENT Acornkit and his three other siblings were born during a fling between Leatherstar of WinterClan and Brimmingberry of EarthClan. His mother who had loved Leathersar had gone to him to tell him that she was expecting only to realize that he was in love with another she-cat. She would return to EarthClan and not tell him that she was pregnant with his kits, but she would tell the clan who the father was out of rage. Upon their birth, EartChlan was without any Medicine Cat or Medicine CAt apprentice and Brimmingberry ould birth them without one with the aid of her brother Nightowl. After their birth, Brimingberry would become the new Medicine Cat of EarthClan. It is currently unknown if Leatherstar knows of Acornkit and his siblings.
“Everything we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see” Everette is the proverbial “black sheep” of the family. While his general build resembles that of his relations thick-furred, lithe and lengthy limbs. The tom appearing almost sinister in appearance compared to his family. A fair bit of his families colour palette consisting of warm neutral coloured pelts, yet when Everette had come to the world his body was an obsidian black, his family likening it to the darkest of shadows. Even his nose and paw pads are a coal black. The only thing breaking the dark thick wavy fur being the charcoal undercoat that smears down his lower chest and underbelly just barely peaking through the obsidian locks. His eyes are a slighted almond shaped pale frosted blue, almost appearing white in the glow of the moon his pupils just tiny slivers. When his sister Kerrigan had adorned herself in a floral crown of soft petals and sharp thorns the tom couldn’t help but give himself a crown of his own. His version though is much darker. No flowers or any type of foliage decorate the dark gnarled thorns and roots of his crown. The last nail in the coffin that sends other cats shying away from the lithe framed tom is the curled ears that adorn his head. With pale pink, almost white, skinned in-ears hile the outside shell is cloaked in the same obsidian black fur are curled outwards towards each other, before tapering off at the ends, almost resembling that of horns. Everette has always been a shadow. Hardly noticed, but always there. If seen he’s hardly heard. A persona who thrives in the shadows brought on by the night’s foreboding darkness. Growing up he’d always been in the shadow of his other siblings. He watched from a distance as they reached for the higher fruits within their lives, the black tom at ease with his place in assisting them when they called upon him. Readily agreeing to do their dirty work for them.While he is loyal to his siblings it isn’t a blinding one. He would find amusement in their shortcomings, though he wouldn’t let them know of his feelings. But, he also rejoiced when they succeeded, by default meaning he would also succeed. A real player of the field always trying to put himself in the best position to suit his own needs. Putting himself before others. Always protecting numero uno. His general outward facade always appearing bored and unamused. Having been a shadow for nearly all his life he finds it easy to follow instructions, how and when he chooses to follow said instructions is at his discretion. For the time being, he chooses to remain loyal to his sister since the situation is very much in favour of him. After all, a shadow can be an inseparable attendant or a dominant or pervasive threat.
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Basic Information
Clan: BrookClan Gender: Tom Rank: Boyar Sexuality: Demirom/Bi Parents: Elisio and Amani Siblings: Sammy, Kellen, Kerrigan, Hadley, and Lindon Mate: None Kits: None
Milestones
• Made Boyar of BrookClan under Tsar Kerrigans reign.
CADENCE-TYKE }} fawn Adorable. That's probably the first word that comes to your mind when you see Cadence. Almost a copy and paste of her mother. Short pale grey tabby fur with darker charcoal tabby stripes. Her ears are delicately folded over themselves. Cadence's eyes are said to be a cross between her mothers, Whispyfeather, and fathers, Snowprince. A pale seafoam green, that sparkle with adventure and joy. Like her siblings, she was not born to the Regime, but to DayClan. She along with her siblings Alonah, Magena, Athens, Atticus, Zoebella, and Amberwolf was brought to the Regime to escape SunClan's takeover. Where they would be raised by Regime Raisers and Xuxa. When the time came to choose between the home she'd grown up in and the home she was born to her heart was torn. She loved the tunnels, but she also loved the sun. She lives with the struggle of having a paw in each world, and only wishes for peace between the two groups. Cadence has the belief that you should try everything at least once. She lives for new experiences and trying new things. One thing to mention about her is that she's rather clumsy. She can barely go an entire day without falling over herself at least three times. Cadence lives her life freely and happily, but when she closes her eyes she feels a loss. Not knowing where she truly belongs.
