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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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.
Autumn still burned through the forest, the leaves a variety of crimson red, brilliant yellow, and scorching oranges, mixed in with the earthy tones of brown and a cool of deep purple. It seemed as if the forest might as well have been ablaze with true flames, if not for the wind that, in recent times, had picked up a chill. A gentle yet ominous warning of the season to come. But neither the looming presence of winter nor the wildfire-like state of the forest was what turned inside Polarfantasy’s brain, and instead, despite her plush coat looking soft and thick enough to provide warmth for too, she was bitterly shivering a hint in the cold right in the center of the warmest part of camp. A slight expression of disgust spread against her maw, as if her distaste would make the cold go away.
Solsticesong was just as brilliantly bright and warm as the leaves that were falling from the trees. Her orange-yellow coat was almost camouflage in the fall, majorly differing from the way she stood out in the depth of winter. "You seem upset." The she-cat settled next to Polarfantasy, giving her a smile just as warm as he pelt.
"It's j-just this cold. It's like so obnoxious. I don't even like, understand why leaf-bare is a thing!" She said between teeth gritted, the sound of the giving one or two violent chatters arsing whenever a wind just a bit too frosty whipped through. Her ears fell, pressed hard against her skull, and it was hard to tell if it was in annoyance of the cold or just in a effort to keep them warm. Still, the she cat seemed appreciative enough for the company, her attitude amiable enough.
