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.
Briskfang nosed his daughter goodbye then slipped out of the nursery. His apprentice was training with another warrior today, so he had the day to himself, and he wasn't even sure where to begin. In truth, he was tired: raising a kit and an apprentice was exhausting him. He wouldn't give either one up for anything, but it was a drag on his soul.
The black-and-white tom shook his head a few times to clear the thoughts. It was still early in the day; he would find something productive to do.
Goldenage slipped from the nursery, leaving behind her own three kits and moving to leave camp, needing some fresh air. Her kits were going to be old enough soon to become apprentices, easily old enough for Goldenage to seriously start considering moving back to the warriors den. Something she wasn't sure she wanted to do, worried she might be out of practice since it had been so long. Though she knew it would come back to her quickly, during her time as a queen Goldenage had quickly realized she was more suited to a warrior lifestyle than anything else.
The black-and-white tom pricked his ears as he noticed the she-cat exiting behind him. After a stretch, he trotted after her, clearing his throat as he drew up alongside her in case she missed the sound of his footfalls. "Goldenage," he greeted with a smile, "Lovely morning, isn't it?"
Briskfang was always a bit hesitant to interact with the queens, because he wasn't sure how they'd react to him: once, shortly after he'd obtained the scar twisting across his face and splitting his lip, one had been revolted by the sight of him and thought he would scare her kits. Most of the other cats had been kind to him, but after that he was always unsure, so he did his best to avoid them when their young ones were around. That was harder now that his own daughter was in the den, but it wasn't like anyone could tell him to stop visiting her, either.
