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.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, the young orange-and-white apprentice was loving his new life. He'd been a little nervous about the responsibility of becoming an apprentice, and felt a pang of sadness when he realized his siblings would never experience this, but he soon found it was amazing enough to make him forget all that. He was learning so many cool new things! He hadn't really made any friends yet, though. Everyone was half a stranger and sometimes he thought he got along with the warriors better than the young cats… but that didn't make any sense, either! He had no idea how to talk to anyone his age younger, much less older. Carrying a squirrel into camp, he placed it on top of the fresh-kill pile, admiring his own catch and wishing he had someone show it off to.
All the way across camp, Mangopaw's eyes widened as she saw Mandarinpaw's squirrel. It wasn't like it was an inhumanely skilled catch, but it was still a lot better than any of the prey she'd managed to catch during her - admittedly, rather short - time as an apprentice. Unsurprisingly to anyone who had spent more than five seconds with Mangopaw, this threatened her.
She swallowed and padded up to Mandarinpaw, doing her best to appear casual. "Hey, Manda-, uh...dude!" she called out, plastering on a bright smile to the point where it would probably be more accurate to call it a grimace. Friends called each other nicknames, right? "That's, uh, a good catch. Right there." She nodded towards the fresh-kill pile where Mandarinpaw's squirrel lay. "Is it yours? The squirrel? Your catch? You caught it?"
His eyes widened as Mangopaw came up to him, and he shuffled his paws self-consciously. Normally he didn't care how he looked, but suddenly he thought about how he hadn't done anything to groom his tangled coat this morning, and rubbed at one of his eyes with a paw to look more alert. One of his plumed white and orange ears pointed up and eagerly toward her, and the other flopped a little to the side, as if it was too long to stand up straight.
"Oh! H-Hi Mangopaw! Uh, yeah, I did," he admitted, shyly smiling as he took a suddenly interest in the dirt between his paws, shooting her occasional fervent glances. "It's nothing, just a squirrel."
A strange sound came from Mangopaw's throat, like the sound of a thousand dreams dying all at once. "I-it's not nothing!" she protested, narrowing her eyes. "Girls don't like it when boys act all shy and try 'n downplay their achievements, you know." She glanced at the squirrel, biting her lip. If that's nothing, then what's all the crap that I've been catching? she thought miserably.
"...Congratulations, then," she muttered stiffly, not quite meeting the tom's eyes.
Girls don't like it when boys act all shy... "Oh! I-I-I wasn't trying to impress you, Mangopaw, I didn't even notice you were a girl," he stammered. You're such a squirrelbrain, Mandarinpaw! "I-I mean... you look like a girl, you're very pretty... um.... thanks," he mewed hastily, deciding it was long past time he shut up, because he was not helping his case any. He looked away as well, and stared into the ground, wondering if he wished hard enough it would open up and swallow him whole.
Mangopaw's mouth hung agape for a few moments before growling, narrowing her eyes. "Didn't n-notice I was a girl?!" she spluttered, looking like she was about to have an aneurysm. "I can't believe you would be so rude and so idiotic to say that - wait, did you...call me pretty?" She paused for a few moments, a faint blush appearing across her cheeks - or perhaps it was just allergies, because Mangopaw never got embarrassed, ever.
"Uh, don't worry 'bout what I said. You're forgiven, dude," she muttered, glancing to the side awkwardly. Excellent. Now both of us are deathly embarrassed.
And now he had upset her. His ears flattened against his head, he cringed away from her, focusing even more on his paws. He could almost see it, the ground splitting open with a sudden snarl, a great cavern yawning beneath him and snatching at his paws, pulling him into a darkness he couldn't escape, taking him far, far away from here....
..... the ground remained solid and adamantly refused to obey his wishes to disappear. With a little sigh, Mandarinpaw looked back up her. "Thanks.... I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to insult you, I just didn't know what to say," he admitted with a sheepish smile. "I... don't talk to girls much. You see why, I guess."
Mangopaw tutted, cocking her head to the side. "Hmm. Yeah, I see why. Trust me, there's no apprentice in the entire universe, let alone SpringClan, who wouldn't see why..." That being said, Mandarinpaw was clearly just as embarrassed as she was, and it wouldn't get them anywhere to keep being awkward. Besides, if she was going to become SpringClan's greatest warrior, then it wouldn't do the Clan any good for her to be reminded of an awkward moment she'd had moons ago with him on the battlefield.
She straightened up, huffing. "Still, it's not like you'll get any better without practice. I wasn't very good at making flower crowns and throwing them around other cats' necks, and look at me now! I can throw flowers at a cat and usually hit them somewhere. Don't you feel it getting more natural for you, the more I keep on talking?"
Great, that was just what he wanted to hear, that everyone in all the clans would see what a dumb fool he was. Well, that wasn't really news, but still... she was probably right, it was just a lack of practice. He wasn't very good at talking to she-cats because the only ones he ever spoke to were his family. Really, he didn't talk to toms either. It was a little embarrassing to admit, but most days he could count the number of times he opened his mouth to speak, and that number was smaller than the number of his paws (though he did often speak as much as his three-legged older sister had paws, so that was something).
As she started talking to him, he pulled himself free of his thoughts, and gave her a strange look. Why did she practice throwing flower crowns around other cats? "Um... I guess," Mandarinpaw mewed uncertainly. "I mean... not really. Maybe like, a little tiny bit, if I really think hard about it."
Mangopaw's eyes lit up. "See? You're doing it, kind of!" she purred."Who knew that I would be such a good teacher, eh? I can see it now: Mangopaw's School for Socially Troubled Boys! Hey, can you put in a good word to Peachstar about this for me? I think he'd really..." She trailed off, staring at Mandarinpaw expectantly. "You know, you don't seem as enthusiastic about this as I do."
She talks a lot. How can she think of so many things to say? And does she really think she can teach cats how to be more social? Would Peachstar even listen to her idea? He certainly wouldn't listen to him he was just an apprentice... "I-I am! I just, um, I'm not sure how um, real-realistic it is? I-I mean, you're a great teacher, totally," he mumbled hurriedly. Anddddd you insulted her. Again.
Mangopaw's eyes widened for a second, before a rather pained expression came upon her face. "Th-there you go, making a f-fool of yourself again!" she said brightly, hoping Mandarinpaw's progress wouldn't be set back too much (even if said progress did exist only in her own mind). "Doesn't matter. Pobody's nerfect, 'n all that. What really matters here is that you're enjoying yourself." She took a second to pause, fixing him with an intense stare that was probably rather frightening. "...That's your cue to politely reassure me that you are enjoying yourself."
She wasn't offended? Thank StarClan! Mandarinpaw hastily bowed his head, agreeable, and nodded a few times. "Yes, I-I am. I really am, it's good to talk to someone that isn't my father or my sister," he insisted, and he meant it. It had been a long time since he had hung out with someone that wasn't required to sit and talk with him.
Mangopaw nodded, before frowning. "...What, are those two really the only people you ever talk to?" she muttered, casting a look towards the apprentices' den before turning back to look at Mandarinpaw. "...You know, a friend of mine I was talking to literally three days ago has the exact same issue. ...This Clan needs some kind of intervention or something, I swear to StarClan. Like a dating service, but for friendships...Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed, eyes gleaming dangerously. "That's unironically a really good idea! Mandarinpaw, wanna be business partners? Sign up now, and you'll get a whole thirty percent of the profits..." she added, with a coy wink.
He shuffled his paws embarrassed. "Sometimes I talk to Mom too..." he mumbled, aware that was not helpful. He listened to her talk. Was it really that big of an issue? Did a lot of cats have problems making friends? He tilted his head, confused by her sudden leap, and shook his head. "Mangopaw, I can barely talk to you... I can't be your partner, we'd go belly-up! I don't know how to make friends, I can't help anyone else do it either."
Mangopaw blinked. "That's all you're worried about?" she frowned. "...Huh, I guess I could have gotten away suggesting an eighty/twenty split after all. No, you'd be, like, the mascot!" she exclaimed, seemingly undeterred by Mandarinpaw's lack of enthusiasm. "You'd be the perfect example of a kind-of-successful customer! I do wonder if the market for this kind of business would be a little limited, though..."
"I, uh.... I'm no expert... but if I heard a cat was going around giving free lessons on being friendly, I might be a little scared to go there," he admitted. It wasn't suspicious as much as he was just shy and awkward. "But if my sister found out, she'd probably drag me there by the ears."
