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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Applepatch is a white molly with striking amber eyes and brown tabby markings on the crown of her head. Adventure runs in her blood, streaming through her veins with such a force that it sets her entire body into motion. She's never not moving, suffering from a disease known as wanderlust; she can never stay in one place, and if she does, it certainly drives her insane. It's strange, seeing her in a Clan, for she would much rather fit the loner life; being in a clan doesn't stop her from leaving the borders and going to places she has yet to see. Applepatch is hopeful, always brimming with optimism and looking forward to what the future holds. She knows that she is destined for happiness, and she strives each and every day to push herself towards her goals. Gullible, it is easy to tell her something and have her believe it. This has proven to have gotten her in a few pickles in the past, though each time she comes out unscathed. She has high morals, though, so it wouldn't be easy to trick her into doing something bad. Applepatch was born to Diesdrè, a wandering rogue, and an unknown DayClan warrior, alongside her siblings Dawnrush, Briartangle, Hickorybark, and Fidgetspring. It was obvious they were of DayClan descent, yet nobody could quite place who their father was - that, and whoever their father was, he refused to step forward. Applepatch grew up being raised by the queens of the nursery, and though she lacked a father figure, she still turned out pleasantly.
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A long-furred, white molly with diluted grey calico markings with darker dappled grey markings and bright blue eyes. She has a lean, muscular build, and she currently stands at 12'' at her shoulder. She is quite large for a female cat, and because of this, she is strong but her speed staggers behind.
Full of integrity, Valleyswirl has high morals that she manages to upkeep 24/7. She is honest and righteous, always speaking the truth and acting virtuous. Valleyswirl is full of compassion, always holding her clanmates above her own feelings and putting them before herself. She always sees the good in others, despite how 'bad' of a feline they are made out to be, and works on them as if she were working on her own issues. Valleyswirl believes in equilibrium, which means a state in which opposing forces or influences are balanced. She is a deep believer in the law of attraction, which means felines attract what they think within their mind. Despite all of these good traits, Valleyswirl is highly manipulative and obsessive, which ties into her controlling nature. Once she finds something of interest, she holds onto it, whether it be another feline or object; it gets to the point where she either breaks what she's obsessing over, or it runs away. It's either her way or the highway. Another negative trait of hers is that she's incredibly disorganized - in her brain and in real life.
Valleyswirl was born to Snowflower, a WinterClan thane, and Nero, a BrookClan warrior. She was born alongside her siblings Mistlesnow, Duskthorn, Thistlescar, and Marshflower. Growing up, life was pretty simple; she was born with strong WinterClan heritage, despite her not knowing who her father is, and was greatly favored by many within the clan. She excelled at everything she tried out for, and she was an amazing apprentice to have. Everything she did, she did with calculated precision and easiness; training came natural to her. Hunting, fighting, scouting - you name it. When she was an apprentice, she met Dovepaw; Dovepaw was a calico tom with quite the 'bad boy' attitude. It wasn't often where you would see Dovepaw without Valleypaw trailing not that far behind, love apparent in her eyes. It was definitely her that fell for him first, but after a while, Valleypaw managed to melt down his cool exterior and was let inside of his mind. Shortly after their warrior ceremony, they announced their union as mates, and Snowflower and the rest of Valleyswirl's family were overjoyed, for that could only mean one thing - kits. Valleyswirl gave birth to Morningshade, Eveningspark, Spiritrose and Ghoulmask, and she was determined to become the best mother she could ever be. When her kits were only a moon old, their father, Dovemask, went out and caught a rogue stealing from their fresh kill pile. The two interlocked into an intense battle, one that Dovemask won in the end, but he later on succumbed to his injuries. Valleyswirl was heartbroken, but instead of giving herself the proper time to grieve his death, she decided to pour her heart and soul into her duties as a mother. What she didn't know, though, is that the rogue murdered by Dovemask was actually a WinterClan prisoner, ex-Primal Instinct cat by the name of Abaddon, who would soon come to terrorize the Clan after his death. He brought up a group of Dark Forest warriors who began possessing the Clan, leaving nothing but death and despair in their wake. Those possessed began turning on their clanmates and murdering them, and without knowing what was happening, the thanes of WinterClan would fight back, tooth and claw, until their possessed clanmates would be gasping their last breath. Having being visited by StarClan in her dreams, Valleyswirl knew the intensity of the situation, and explained to her Clan what was happening. Having Diamondheart and Mistyveil by her side, Valleyswirl traveled to the Moon Creek with them and four other thanes, who would soon come to be known as the Knights. There, Valleyswirl received her nine lives, and Mistyveil was gifted a mysterious glowing plant that would cure those possessed. Returning to WinterClan with renewed vigor, they were able to fight off the Dark Forest in the name of StarClan, and with that over, the Clan lives peacefully with new ranks installed and a new way of life. But, one knows peace can only last for so long until another tragedy strikes the Clan.
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His heart was shattered. He was in love, so in love, and then, he lost her. His little angel, Frostedgaze. They met when they were apprentices, when she first joined the clan under the name of Frostedpaw. He had only known her two weeks before the two began running off under the darkness of the night together, having only themselves to keep entertained. She was absolutely stunning: a pretty white she-cat with pristine green eyes. She was the opposite of him. Frostedgaze was quiet, soft-spoken, elegant, and fluid like water; Midnightdance was boisterous, aggressive, prideful, and destructive like fire. She brought balance to his life and so much more, and made him into the better tom. The night he lost her was the night he lost everything. The pair was on a hunting expedition in WinterClan's territory when suddenly an avalanche was triggered, and Midnightdance barely had enough time to get out alive. When he looked back, everything was covered in snow, and Frostedgaze was no where to be seen, having been crushed by the avalanche. Midnightdance became a hollow, void of emotions or thoughts. He now performs his daily duties with a scowl on his face, and he never engages another in conversation. He has truly lost the meaning of life.
female / nineteen moons / heterosexual / mated to jayflight
Compassion runs deep within Dapplesun's veins, paired with generosity and empathic tendencies. She is able to tell one's emotions, whenever and whatever they are feeling, right in that moment. She can feel other's energies around her, and they usually stop her from her day-to-day life. If she feels that someone is blue, she will track that feline down and put a smile on their face. Despite all of this, Dapplesun is an anxious wreck. Anxiety bubbles at the top, spilling over into depression. She doesn't know why she's like this, or how, but whenever she gets into a deep slump, she changes. She becomes controlling and vindictive, and doesn't know right from wrong whenever she's depressed. Dapplesun was originally named Haven, being brought up alongside her sister Paradise under the watchful eye of their rogue parents, Labyrinth and Ghoul. When she was only four moons old, her parents were brutally murdered by a gang of rogues. Haven was able to escape from their claws, yet sadly, her sister did not. Paradise was stolen by them. She came across WinterClan not too long after, and when they saw her as a beaten kit, they didn't hesitate to bring her in. As soon as she turned of apprentice age, though, they threw her into the prison due to her rogue origins, not being entirely sure if she was truly apart of the rogue group, and was only lying about her past. This is where she met Jaypaw, a WinterClan trainee, who would bring her food and beautiful trinkets to make her feel better. Not long after, Haven fell in love with Jaypaw, and the two became known as secret lovers. When her time came to become an apprentice of WinterClan, she was placed against another feline of her age in the gladiator trial, and due to her living in the wild for so long, she won in the end. Haven became known as Dapplepaw, and she rejoiced in her newfound freedom. She didn't become a warrior until she was 15 moons old, but when the day came, she was more than happy. She felt as if she had fulfilled the pawsteps of WinterClan warriors before her, and she was a true WinterClan cat, through and through. Shortly after her ceremony, she gave birth to her first litter of kits, though it wasn't easy. She nearly lost her life during that time, and now pregnant with her second litter, she is more scared than ever.
A beautiful, thick-furred silver based feline with darker grey markings, and a white muzzle, neck, chest, stomach, and paws. Her eyes are a light brown. Glacierstream has excellent detective skills, being able to solve any puzzle in a matter of minutes. This leads into her being an extremely intelligent feline. To go along with her detective trait, she is hard and stern, but only at times. This spills into her tendency to hold grudges over a long period of time, even if the opposing side had forgotten what had happened. Despite this, Glacierstream has a very caring side. She puts her life on the line for others, even if they do not deserve her kindness. While this may be true, Glacierstream has a hard time accepting others who were known to be quite the devil in their past. Once you have proven to her you have changed, she will soften her hostile behavior, yet will not open up completely. Glacierstream, formerly known as Barbara, took her first pawsteps inside of a twoleg's home. Yes, she was in fact born a kittypet. But, she did not live the normal, comfortable kittypet life. Even though she always had a warm bed waiting inside for her and dry food to munch upon, her owner would always let her outside. She became an inside and outside house-pet, although she spent most of her time outside, enjoying nature. Every time her twolegged friend would go on his 'hunting trips', he would scoop up Barbara and take him with her. While he was scoping out deer and such, Barbara would leave his side and go off somewhere in the forest to do some hunting on her own. She would always bring back birds for her owner, mainly doves and crows. The bigger the bird, the better. Her owner would allow her to take home her prize and feast upon it, and would always praise her on a good kitty she was. Babs, he would call her, or even sometimes Barb. One day, Barbara was taken out hunting with her owner. She went off on her own, like always, although she went farther this time. Barbara must've lost track of time for when she returned, her owner was no longer there. She knew he would never abandon her, he had basically raised her up from her kithood. What was worse, was that Barbara didn't have a collar. So if she were to be picked up by some strangers, they would have no idea that she was owned before. Barbara began her life as a loner, yet continued to search for her long lost owner and his cabin on the outskirts of the wood. It wasn't until a moon later did she find the cabin, but when she came upon it and snuck in through the cat door, she noticed that everything was gone. He had left. Stricken with grief, Barbara returned to the forest, now her new home. Despite her sadness that her twolegged owner was gone, she continued her life, working hard everyday to survive. Barbara lived for a short while before pursuing the clan that lived up the mountain, determined on becoming one of their warriors. When she completed her trial phase as one of Valleystar's first trials alongside Zirconiadust, she became known as Glacierpaw, and continued her training until she became known as Glacierstream.
A strong willed tom, Blackpaw aims to become the best warrior he can be in the future. Blackpaw enjoys listening to training tips and elders' stories. The tom gives off an ambitious and rather scary atmosphere due to his sharp looks and goals, but he can be a sweetheart, enjoying carefree talks and jokes. Although he has a hard time making friends, Blackpaw hopes to get to know his clanmates better. He can be shy and awkward when starting off a conversation, but he'll surely warm up once deeper into it.
mother & father // kristine & reginald brothers & sisters // specklepaw & holly, jersey mate & kits // none & none family & friends // none & none
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White with orange tabby fur on their left side, around their golden eye. Large doe eyes, one crystal blue and the other a golden brown. They are long furred with long slim legs. They take after their father in size, nearly twice the height of their mother. Goldencrown. The enigma. At first, she is beautiful and mysterious, captivating the hearts of every tom and molly she encounters. But, after you get into her heart, you begin to realize... you don't know much about her. Yet, she knows everything about you. You barely even got to know her, and here you were, wrapped around her pretty little finger. She is truly a devil in disguise. Goldencrown is independent, that being her strongest trait; she does best when she only has to care for herself. Add another life into the mix and it could end badly. Manipulative and mentally abusive, she loves to get into the mind's of other cats and twist them up inside, making them fall in love with her and go absolutely psychotic over her love. She has the ability to do that, and she is commonly known as the enchantres. Her siblings know her true intentions, but others? Nah, they just think she's... seductive. Golden was born to Eternalstar of SpringClan and Leatherfern of WinterClan, though for now, this is unknown. Her mother decided she wasn't fit to be a mother - she never was - and instead took Golden and her siblings - Silvertiara, Bronzecirclet, Platinumthrone, Rubypalace, and Emeraldscepter - to the edge of WinterClan's border, leaving them to there to either be found or succumb to the harsh terrain the cold clan provided.
A diluted calico she-cat with pale blue eyes. Hollykit is a weirdo. She talks in third person, never knows when to shut up, and finds joy in the littlest.. oddest... things. She never strays far from her brother and sister, Alderkit and Alpinekit, even though they are probably fed up with her annoying antics by now. She doesn't realize how irritable she can truly be, and continues through the day without a care in the world, and a constant smile on her face.
A silver tabby she-cat with a white underbelly and paws, with light amber eyes and a small pink nose. Redbudkit is eccentric. Pair her along with her best friend, Hollykit, and you got yourself double trouble. She is a strange little cat, with an affinity for odd things, such as bones and sticks and what-not. Despite this, she is overly playful and loves getting into things she shouldn't be getting into with other kits. She is usually seen as the one who leads the group into a fun disaster, and then sit back and admire her work.
Disasterpiece's fur is long and groomed, billowing down in gentle waves of coal with hints of diamond white in its wake. His eyes pierce into your soul, cold and emotionless, a pale blue mimicking that of ice. Claws unsheathed and digging into the ground, the large tom cat strode forward, his eyes glinting dangerously. "So, you want to hear my story?" He began, a devilish smirk tugging at his leathery lips. "Let's begin." It begins with Disasterpiece, being born to the Sovereign of WinterClan, and a Knight who had seemingly disappeared before Valleystar even knew she was pregnant. His mother was distant, to say in the least, yet at the same time overbearingly close. She was persistent on their training, starting them early at only four moons old. Without a father figure and his mother's training, he was truly lacking both proper parental figures in life. This had caused him to grow aggressive and violent, cruel to his siblings and those around him. To his siblings, though, it was no surprise. From day one, his mother had pitted him and his siblings against each other, forcing them to fight in training and to fight for her love. She always played by favorites, making the others feel unworthy. Disasterpiece was one of Valleystar's all-time favorites, but it wasn't all fairies and lollipops. Instead, she pushed him harder, trained him harder, and was much harsher with her words that sliced him open every time he messed up. Eventually, Disasterpiece went from a barbarous feline to one who was cold and silent, preferring to keep his distance from others.
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mother & father // diesdrè x roaringsun brothers & sisters // too many to count mate & kits // none & none family & friends // none & none
female / twenty-four moons / heterosexual / single
A black-and-orange tortoiseshell she-cat with blazing amber eyes. Her form is larger than others, definitely chunkier, though she moves proudly. Maplenose's down-to-earth demeanor has always been the contributing factor in her ability to make others feel comfortable around her. She used to be a very quiet and meek cat in her younger years but having been pulled out of her shell of shyness, the tortoiseshell molly has since then been quite the conversational cat. Though she will gladly slip into any conversation with others, she is not a confrontational feline and will high-tail it out of there if she so much as catches a whiff of drama. Maplenose is a very sweet cat who loves to dote on her loved ones and shower them with love whenever there is an opportunity. She is a passionate cat who loves vigorously and whole-heartedly. Maplenose was born to two warriors of an unknown clan, their names being Speckledwish and Wolfspeak. They left the clan before Speckledwish had given birth to Maplekit and Acornkit, and as loners, they raised their daughter and son as if they were in a clan. Maplekit had become Maplepaw when she came of age, and began training with her father, Wolfspeak, as Acornpaw trained with her mother, Speckledwish. When they were coming of warrior age, Speckledwish and Wolfspeak decided to take their two younglings to the mountain to SpringClan, where they were accepted with little to no combat. Her father evidently had relatives already within the clan, which helped their case. Here, in SpringClan, Maplepaw became Maplenose; she now serves her clan dutifully and with her head held high. She met Skeletonkey in SpringClan, and the two, though different, quickly became mates. Not long after, she gave birth to four darling little girls: Obsidianspell, Quartzsparkle, Amberdapple, and Topazdawn. Shortly after their birth, though, Skeletonkey turned on her, and Maplenose was forced to flee from SpringClan to SummerClan with two of her kits, Amberdapple and Quartzsparkle, where she now lives out the rest of her days in peace as a permanent queen.
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Reckless is one way to describe Kiara. The only one who truly brings this out in her is her crush, Kovu; when the two are together, trouble is bound to follow suit. Curiosity brims at her edges as she thinks of all the possibilities of the world. She wants to figure everything and anything out, and she enjoys to go on countless adventures to do just that. She has the heart of a wild child, tying in with her recklessness and her tendency to be childish at times. With a strong will, nothing can ever hold this she-cat down, for she continues on with a warm smile on her face and a heart ready to take on the world. Kiara has the ability to see the best in others, no matter how 'bad' they may seem, and she is also very good at bringing out the best in others. With a positive outlook in life, it's not hard to see why Kiara is always found doing whatever makes her heart happy.
A vixen hiding in the darkest crevices of your mind, her laughter echoing within your head, nothing short of incredible and inviting; she has totally captivated your heart, and soon, your soul. She's the damsel in distress, the pretty girl with starlit eyes and a soft pout. Grey colored fur with dapples of cream splashed against her pelt gives her a unique look, with eyes the color of stormy blue oceans, the waves crashing together endlessly in a swirl of turmoil and yet, beauty. She's poetic with her words, gifted at pulling in those even with the coldest of hearts, whispering sweet nothings into their fur as she caresses them close, breaking them down and exposing their core to her. She cradles it and holds it dearly, and although she might seem shes totally in love with them, too - she's truly not. She learns everything about them and gets to know every little habit of theirs, and little by little, she begins to crush them. She uses their own selves against them and turns them insecure, naive and weak, and then at their lowest point, she leaves. "It's not you, it's me," She explains every time, a small tear running down her cheek, "I feel as if I changed, and I need to get back to my old self. I'm sorry." And with that, she is gone. She never targets those within her Clan, oh no; she knows better than to do that. Instead, she targets loners and rogues, and sometimes even other clan cats, and seduces them into loving her endlessly. It's her favorite game.
mother & father // unknown & feynvul brothers & sisters // none & none mate & kits // roman & too many to count family & friends // none & none
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MERCENARY CADET
female / four moons / bicurious / single
She is the Goddess walking among men. Beautiful dark grey fur marks her pelt, with dapples of cream and ginger. Her eyes are a dark amber, warm and inviting. Aisling is seraphic, harnessing the characteristics of a seraph. This comes as no surprise, for she is the daughter of the enchantress herself, Diesdrè, yet she is nothing like her mother. Aisling has the heart of a wild child. She is young and free at heart, and is considered to be high spirited and fearlessly reckless. She acts spontaneously, often doing things that she might later regret, yet she will always have a smile on her face. Aisling has a warm soul, being kind and friendly in a way that makes other felines feel comfortable while they're around her. Aisling was born to Diesdrè of SpringClan and Roaringsun of WinterClan. After her birth, her and her seven other siblings were split among their parents, and four of them went to WinterClan, while the others - like herself - stayed in SpringClan. She now lives here as one of the treasured, under Cicero's brutal rule.
mother & father // diesdrè & roaringsun/roman brothers & sisters // too many to count mate & kits // none & none family & friends // none & none
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AQUARIUS
SCOUT CADET
female / nine moons / bisexual / single
A slender, silky brown and white tabby she-cat with mesmerizing blue eyes. Calm and composed, Aquarius is quite the mysterious cat. While Aquarius can always be found with a warm smile, it always seems like there's something off about it. She’s often seen brooding around the tunnels with her brother Taurus. While not as social as her sister Pisces, Aquarius can still hold up a conversation. She doesn’t talk unless spoken to, and really only strikes up conversations with her siblings. When not around the comfort of her brother, Aquarius usually keeps to herself. She enjoys long walks around the Garden and conversations with her sister when Taurus isn’t around. While both she and Aries are scouts, they don’t spend as much time together as they do with the others. Aquarius has a fascination with the outside world and loves to spend as much time hunting as possible. While the siblings never talk about it, Aquarius is the most affected by their mother leaving the Regime. She has a dream to one day see her mother again and try to bring her back home.
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mother & father // diesdrè & roaringsun/roman brothers & sisters // too many to count mate & kits // none & none family & friends // none & none