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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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.
(Your cat can come in injured or seeking advice, etc.)
Mistyveil was an average sized cat with a half Russian blue body and half peach fur with a white chest. But no matter which way she thought about her life it wouldn't have mattered if she had been born a tom or if her name had been Fawndapple or if she had green fur. She would have still turned out to be the murderess, unapologetic, healer that wouldn't mince words with anyone and tolerated her kind like the cold. With a shiver. Her clan was a bunch of idiots and it wasn't fair for anyone to judge her anymore for those kind of comments. She had been imprisoned, forced into this job when she was still nursing, then attacked for not murdering her own daughter. Fed up didn't begin to describe her state of being. But if she had to do something about it... Well she wouldn't.
Life sucked, but life sucked for everyone. Things could have gone a lot worse for her and despite it all she still sat in her medicine cat den with that perky What-Can-I-Do-For-You smile plastered across her muzzle like so many other medicine cat clones before her had done. Cause truthfully, it wasn't a bad life. Even if only seven herbs ever seemed to grow in this God forsaken wasteland. Either way, thanks to the patrols she had a good supply of poppyseeds, cobwebs, and other practical herbs that the snow and ice made her lack. Her blue and turquoise colored eyes swept across camp, maybe no one would come in today. Nothing seemed to be particularly happening.
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Post by brightleaf on Mar 19, 2019 0:08:19 GMT -5
Brightpaw had become troubled. Her connection to StarClan was spotty at best. So, the best she felt like she could do was visit another medicine cat. Not MoonClan's, not SunClan's, maybe Flyingcolors, but she felt like NightClan wasn't on good terms with DayClan. So with Burningstar's permission, she decided to visit Mistyveil, the cat she met at a Gathering. She was weird, that's for sure, but she would see what happened. She brought along some catmint as a sign of good will before she spoke to her.
She walked into the den cautiously, setting down the catmint. "Hello...? It's me, Brightpaw."
(AW! You're the first to say it! Mainly cause it basically just turned midnight for me lol. It's really nice to look back on life and know I survived over two decades)
"On a scale of one to five what is your pain level, where does it hurt, and how long has this been bothering you?" Mistyveil asked.
There were three levels of friendships for Mistyveil. First tier was being able to remember a warriors full prefix and suffix. Second tier was saying something nice to a cat and top tier was sharing her prey with someone which currently was only her mate Regin. Most of her clan was on neither of those levels and given her bitter feelings and lack of care for anything, but food. She truly didn't recognize Brightpaw as an outsider or a medicine cat in training. It was only when her gaze went to the catmint that she even raised her gaze to Brightpaw's eyes.
"Oh catmint. Look I know you apprentices go to your gatherings and think catmint is valuable, but we're the only clan that has an obnoxious surplus of it. I don't know, think of it as StarClan's way of saying, "sorry, we didn't bless your land with poppyseeds, yarrow, tansy." But at least we have winter savory, the plant that saves cats from bug bites. Cause God knows WinterClan is full of those," Mistyveil ranted, she rolled her eyes before her gaze landed on Brightpaw, "I'm sorry, catmints very valuable when making alliances, I'll happily take some, but was there anything you needed?" She asked, still not catching on that the she-cat wasn't from her clan.
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Post by brightleaf on Mar 25, 2019 12:08:28 GMT -5
"Oh... I'm sorry. NightClan has a bunch of tansy and poppy seeds. I could have brought some of that." She said awkwardly.
Oh boy, maybe she made a mistake. I could have gone anywhere else. Ok, maybe not, but still. Such a weird cat.
"I came to talk to you. I kind of needed an actual medicine cat to help me out here. Bleakwind and Bruniaberry are great but not the best when it comes to talking to our ancestors." She said, not noticing that Mistyveil didn't really recognize her. She grabbed the catmint and walked further in and sat down, setting the bundles down at her paws.
"Geez kid, how long were you going to let me talk to you as if you were my clan mate like an idiot? I guess I shouldn't be too harsh, you'll be medicine cat someday and I'll be the one sucking up to you and whatever weird antics you have going on," Mistyveil marveled.
She rubbed her paws down her eyelids before catching wind of what Brightpaw was saying, "StarClan? Yeah you know, they don't like me either. The Gods don't like me, StarClan doesn't, sometimes I make them say one good thing about me or else I won't send the clan the message. Honestly, it's like parenting, but with ghosts. Is that kind of what your ancestral issue is?"
