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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Hello, and welcome to FallClan's territory. I can see you are interested in joining. But before you do, let me tell you a little about us.
In FallClan, loyalty and family are very important things to us. Of course any cat without lineage in FC is welcome, however it is encouraged to create a line of family.
Because of our territory, most of our pelts are warm/dark colored; mostly browns, creams, and tortoiseshells. Of course, you are welcome to create your cat however you'd like.
Because of the above things, most of our cats are pure-hearted. Please refrain from making 'evil' cats. (unless a future plot requires it)
There are three ranks of warriors in our clan: Defender, Hunter, and Fighter.Defenders often are left behind when a fight or war is taking place. They are muscled and skilled at creating barriers between the clan entrance and outside of the camp. Fighters are lithe but strong, with sharp claws and even sharper teeth. Hunters are specially trained to be silent in the forest and are skilled trackers.When a kit becomes an apprentice, they will choose a rank and will be trained accordingly.
Are you still interested in joining? Awesome! Please reply following this format. Please make sure your bios are a minimum of 2-3 sentences. And of course, you may roleplay your special kitty as soon as you post it here. I am not always prompt with adding characters
defender/fighter/hunter | CATNAME suffix roleplayed by user bio rank kits and kitting thread (if joining as queen)
fighter | TETRAPNEUMA roleplayed by sinful An angular faced white she-cat with orange tabby rings ascending from the tip of her tail to the base of her spine and tabby bracelets wrapped around her forelegs. Amber and blue dichroic eyes. She is the birth sister of Koispirit and loves her dearly, though she can at times come across as blunt and rude.
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*sorry the bio’s so ew, i’ll make a better one later
Pretty, petite, and odd are a few words to describe the cat called Galaxymist. Her name rather suits her, Galaxy being for her silver and white patched fur and blue eyes; though pale in closer appearance as she is mostly blind. And, that must be where she gets the "mist" part of her name. For her gaze is misty; as if taken far away to a distant view of imaginative wonders the common cat could not conjure. And that is what she is; indefinitely uncommon and uniquely - wonderfully - odd. She is every bit as air-headed as she is openly friendly to those who wish to know her. And though she might be completely useless when it comes to fighting, she finds her sole purpose in that of hunting. Devising her own technique with the will to survive at such a young age, she had to fight for her right in the world. The right to live, and breathe the simple and calm air. She wasn't always blind - well, partially. An accident happened... a truly tragic one, at that. She used to be such a bubbly, and completely intelligent sort of cat; with a graceful air surrounding her every move. However now, she is utterly awkward in her steps if not given thought to. All because of a meager accident, when she was not even six moons old. She had been fishing, something she absolutely loved to do. And she still does, to this day. But it wasn't long before everything went astray. She slipped, made a simple, wrong move. Her paws crashed through the cold - and her head hit the sharp edge of a rock. It damaged something, some part of her. Left a singular piece to the puzzle that is Galaxymist. Her vision gradually worsened, until finally, she could only see a very hazy blur of shapes. Colors began to loose its grip, until finally she could only see simple and dulled hues. Her brother, Smolderingbrazier, was the only one to keep her company - to tend to her wounds and help her grow into the beautiful feline she is; both inside, and out. But it didn't effect her one bit. Instead, she tends to believe she is much stronger because of her injuries and faults. And though some might think her odd, she stumbles through life as blindly as any would - though with a new and sharp sense of clarity. Galaxymist is bubbly, unique, and rather cheeky; with a sarcastic snap that holds as much joke in at as it does her fiery, and stubborn nature. This feline may seem strange at first, but once you've gotten past her odd ramblings and stubborn personality, she is the sweetest cat alive, even if a bit awkward. She was mates with Onyxblaze, a former warrior of FallClan, before he mysterious vanished in the dead of night. Distraught by her findings, she conceived her kits not a week later - though was sad to see that none had survived. Now, more than ever, with no family to aid her in life, she wishes deeply for a loving family to call her own.
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hunter | STAGSTUMBLE roleplayed by astrological A silvery marked tom, with beautiful splashes of milk and grays mixing within his fur. He has a silvery gay, almost pale and expressionless. But, he is anything but. His personality is brightly colored, loud and exquisite with an aim to steal your heart. With long legs, and long folded ears, its easy to tell where he got his name from. He's a lover of all things beautiful, and strongly upholds his ties within the Clan. His paw is the only off thing about him; with a twisted foot that points inward to his body.
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defender | TIMECASCADE roleplayed by spacecattet She's a tumble of words; a babbling brook rushing over the stones with a calm vigor. A talkative soul, she tends to bring out the life around her - turning monochrome to a colorful splash against a pale white canvas. Holding a curling white pelt, long and fair, with ragoll like markings, she is quite beautiful inside and out. A small dot places a beauty mark right beneath her eye - though she is incredibly self conscious of this. Chubbier in exterior, and a little slower footed than most, she enjoys night hunting and fishing more than anything else. She absolutely adores her father, Maydelirium, and would do anything to protect her family. Loyalty ties into her very being; something that could possibly make for good qualities if she were to ever have her own mate and kits one day.
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defender | MELODICSWAN roleplayed by spacecattet Smooth words rush like water over stones. His voice is enticing and convincing; his body a dulcet tune playing softly over coursing waters. He drifts smoothly, floating to the earth like a soft feather. Maybe that's why his fueled lies; his dishonest tongue, seem to ensnare so many. And maybe its concerning, how much he seems to lie. But its no matter to him; he simply cant help it. A pathological need, if you would. His pelt is a very pale cream, almost white color with darker muddy streaks along his body - though not so dark as to vividly stand out. A creamy splash remains on his nose and his tail is pale gray. And his eyes; his eyes may be the most striking of all. An intense, beautiful sort of cerulean ocean drifts beneath the depths of his gaze, sweeping and lulling. His voice tumbles like sweet honey; smooth as water gushing over a well worn river. And though he may be beautiful, in appearance, there seems to be a sort of unbalanced mayhem reverberating at the base of his core being. He is graceful, and poised perfectly for a killing machine. And yet, a hesitant - awkward, and timid tom lies beneath a masquerade of hidden truths and negative emotions. He can be kind, if he wants. And he might just be the most open and loving tom you'd ever meet - though, selfish, if anything. His maturing possibly began when he fell in love with a EarthClan Medicine Cat, who went by the name of Ceruleanmonsoon; but he'd been an apprentice at the time. Growing fond of the others company, it wasn't uncommon for him to slip out of camp and have secret escapades. Though his happily ever after seemed to come crashing down when they were found out, one night. The previous Leader growing suspicious, they followed Ceruleanmonsoon as Melodicswan was daringly crossing the border to meet him. Instead of attacking Melodicswan, they instead unleashed punishment upon Ceruleanmonsoon and denounced him of his Medicine Cat title. Distraught, he was attacked and chased back to his home. But in the cover of night, he left for his love, to rescue him and bring him to his own Clan. Stealing into the very heart of the territory, the brash FallClan Defender rescued his Prince and ran away, back to FallClan. It wasn't until they were found by EarthClan raiders, that FallClan's leader Ghoststar and a few other helping hands assisted in defending the poor souls. Tired, beaten, and ready for peace, he brought his now Mate back to FallClan. However, Ceruleanmonsoon passed away from his injuries a moon after, leaving behind a very dismal Melodicswan. Though happy he remains, he has ultimately grown from the experience. Melodicswan is a reserved and yet kindhearted cat, simply trying to make his way through life.
defender | NIGHTSHIVER roleplayed by moonbound Nightshiver is a confident tom; he's charismatic and a fun feline to be friends with. He is unafraid to share his opinion and tell the truth in times when it is necessary, or asked for, and can be depended upon to provide what the clan needs, though he may not always go about it in the best way. He is very protective of his clan, something derived from a desire to see them safe, happy and healthy. However, this protectiveness can manifest as aggression if he feels that his loved ones are being threatened in some way. Another result of his protective nature is that Nightshiver is quite bold and daring - it takes a lot to cause this tom fear. The fearless way in which he talks to any cat can lead to him being seen as a bit cocky, but he always means well, and would make it clear as day if he intended disrespect. The one thing that can cause Nightshiver to lose his cool, classy ways is when he likes another feline; he gets quite clumsy, falls head over heels and is diligent in attempting to provide what they want. He becomes very affectionate when in love, if not a bit awkward, though in an sweet and endearing way. Nightshiver thoroughly intends to find a mate, and kits are something he has always considered, but hasn't yet decided whether he would be the best father figure. warrior
fighter | FOLKLORE roleplayed by blankslate Love, such a silly emotion. So easy to fall into, or to mistake. There is nothing crueler than thinking one has found their one true love only to realize that perhaps the emotion they were feeling was never truly love at all. He would never know though, love never something he grew up around. The scraggly black tom with his one missing ear and scarred face. Evidence of his past growing up among a feral colony of cats within the city. Where it was be fiercer than your neighbor or starve. There was comradeship within their mutual struggle for survival, but no fondness shared between them. They defended what was theres from twolegs, dogs, and the passing cat simply because it was all they had and they all wished to keep the little bit they had cut out for themselves. Should one of their number go missing no more than a passing thought was given towards it. Folklore is sure they barley remembered him after he himself disappeared past being the tom who dared go against the grain. The tom who stood up from a she-cat when no one else would and paid for it in blood and scares; in loosing the little bit of home he had. But he holds no regrets, perhaps he didn't leave with his head held high but he left with a calmer heart. Bidding the small thing he rescued goodbye before striking out on his own to perhaps make something of a life for himself. Something past worrying where his next meal would come from, and watching those around him for the one who might strike out. Such a crooked past has lest him bitter and resentful. Vicious and with a temper that alights faster than a candle wick doused in gasoline. Distrustful of kindness he never quite adjusted to clan life and perhaps never will. warrior
hunter | MOUSETUMBLE roleplayed by astrological Softly plumy, cream colored fur and very oddly crystalline colored eyes decorate the small frame of Mousetumble. She's almost exactly what you'd expect from her name. As small and as quiet as a mouse, a bit jumpy, and incredibly clumsy. She falls almost all the time; which she hates, but what can you do if you aren't graced with... well, grace? Her pelt is a mixture of Siamese and partial Calico; her blue eyes holding ever so hints of gold around the rims. She isn't the easiest of cats to get to know. Unless you are kin of this gentle soul, she tends to keep to herself and refrain from being overly loud. Gullible, translucent, and easily forgotten, Mousetumble simply wants to meander through life without much trouble. queen ( permanent )
You can never go wrong with doin' your best; that's Stumpymole's motto. Physically, he's a heavyset, chocolate brown shorthair with apricot-colored eyes that stand out against his round, plump face. His most defining feature are the large paws that he never quite grew into; his strolls appearing more like a lumbering to an outside eye. Before Fallclan, he was originally known as Stumpy, a loner who had grown up aimlessly traveling from place to place with his family. Eventually, his brothers and sisters each found a home on their travels that they didn't want to leave, and after many moons he was the only one left. Missing the company of other cats, he followed rumors of large groups of felines that all lived and worked together until he eventually found Fallclan and became a warrior. Stumpymole is a cheerful sort, usually upbeat and friendly towards any cat that he happens to run into. Joining a clan at a bit of an older age, he wasn't fully grasped the traditions and culture of the clans yet, but he tries his best to take care of his new family. Simple and carefree with a lot of stories to tell, it's honestly hard to get mad at someone like Stumpymole.
fighter | RAINBOWSONG roleplayed by Jetclaw Rainbowsong is Timecascade's littermate. She is a lovely calico she cat with amber eyes. She has a very friendly and welcoming aura, and often draws other cats in to talk to her. Though there is a sincerity to her, as she is an amiable she cat. She can get bossy at times and doesn't handle disagreements well, becoming argumentative if she doesn't get her way. She also has a bad habit of giving up on things, not always finishing what she starts, especially if she's already been frustrated by numerous failures. She likes her successes, and even if that means not really pushing her limits. warrior
undecided | CYPRESSKIT drop roleplayed by Specklepelt A quite tall sandy-orange maine coon she-cat with light amber eyes. Cypresskit is a rather rambunctious kit. She has a thirst for adventure at every turn she sees and longs for more in life. She has a big mouth and has no fear to use it, whether it’s speaking up for herself or someone else, when she’s stating her opinion, or just generally has something to say. Cypresskit has little care for what her elders tell her to do, rather spending her energy on something she wants to do than what someone told her to do. Cypresskit is the daughter of Mousetumble. Her siblings are Littlekit, Raccoonkit, and Aspenkit. kit
all i do is sit underneath my partner's cat while she snores on top of me.
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Post by artica on Mar 25, 2019 21:10:06 GMT -5
hunter | MOONPAW heart roleplayed by artica A tortoiseshell cat with a harsh attitude. His words cut as sharply as a dull knife through a tomato: it'll get through the skin, but the execution won't be pretty. They'll be tomato guts all over the cutting board, and you'll be left with no other option but to clean up the haphazard mess, but there's not a being in the world that can say that the tomato wasn't cut. When you slice through the exterior, there is a sweet, kind-hearted, loving cat. His fear of vulnerability is all that the exterior comes to. He used to be a loner, but found refuge in Fallclan. He found he wasn't cut out for the loner-lifestyle, which was demonstrated by his skin clinging tightly to his ribs when he first entered the clan's territory. apprentice
A honeyed brown tabby tom with dark golden eyes, noticeably small and lithe. Littlewhisker is a remarkable hunter: silent, swift, patient, and deadly. He has an affinity for understanding nature and passion for the hunt, also known to his Clan as one of their best trackers. However, he is anything but intimidating in personal nature. Littlewhisker is just as well-known for his mild-mannered ways. He is patient and quick to defer to others, even if he has more expertise. He's opinionated about his speciality -- hunting -- but mainly desires to share his knowledge and the adrenaline of the hunt with others. Littlewhisker naturally plays a supporting role; some view him as a motivational force while others perceive him as too compliant. Of course, when called upon, Littlewhisker can rise to the challenge of taking the lead -- but he's not ambitious on his own. He is kind and calm in his interactions, able to empathize with anybody and find peace between foes. However, he values sincerity above all else: if you are not being honest with yourself or him, he will call you out on it. Do not mistake his kindness for stupidity. It's not in his nature to be calculating, but rather his ideal that a great warrior finds and magnifies the greatness in others. A bond with Littlewhisker is a deep yet subtle thing; the calm, refreshing pond you find when you need it most.
Fawnheart is a cream Somali she-cat with amber eyes and a kind soul. She was formerly Springclan's medicine cat but as Eternalstar rose to power, the newly appointed leader decided to send Fawnheart away to Fallclan to help Softpelt, who also happened to be from her clan. She had discovered that Eternalstar had sent both of them to Fallclan to rid of them. Once the previous Springclan medicine cat found that another cat had taken her place in Springclan and she had ended up falling in love with a Fallclan tom, she decided she would be much happier staying in Fallclan.
defender | PUMPKINKIT sprite roleplayed by Specklepelt
When you wish upon a star… Isn’t it just a bunch of stories and fairytales? No matter what anyone else says, Pumpkinsprite counts all her blessings on the stars. A spiritual feline, the blonde she-cat with orange points never strays her sky blue eyes from the constellations that give her so much comfort. She can easily be described as an airhead, often found daydreaming or talking about how the stars are guiding her destiny. Though, you shouldn’t be fooled by her spirituality- as she is still a warrior determined to write her name in honor and glory. Pumpkinsprite has a very large family with many sisters. Her direct littermates are Jasminepetal, Paintedwind, and Spindlespell.
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also updating cypresskits bio for when shes an apprentice
fighter | CYPRESSPAW drop roleplayed by Specklepelt A quite tall sandy-orange maine coon she-cat with light amber eyes. Rambunctious as a kit and reckless as an apprentice, Cypresspaw is just too hard to tie down. She has a thirst for adventure at every turn she sees and longs for more in life. She has a big mouth and has no fear to use it, whether it’s speaking up for herself or someone else, when she’s stating her opinion, or just generally has something to say. Still with little care for what her elders and mentor tell her to do, Cypresspaw most often finds herself getting into all kinds of trouble. Cypresspaw is the daughter of Mousetumble. Her siblings are Littlebear, Raccoontwist, and Aspenspell.
