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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AYLIK / HONEYSTORM Hyperthymesia. The condition where someone can remember an extraordinary amount of their life in great detail. Aylik, for his part, remembers each and every day of his life, or so it feels like. He can remember the first day he opened his eyes, the feeling of moss beneath his paws and a thrush's feather tickling his nose. From the day he began learning to hunt, to each and every injury he ever sustained, every moment in engraved into his mind, brought back almost like a vision of the past as he needs to access the memory. Some may say it's a blessing, to never doubt your own recollection, to always be able to find your way home and know the names, appearances, and words of each and every cat you've ever met. Personally, the fluffy gray and white tom would never dare to call it that. If anything, it's a curse. Constantly thrown back into past memories at the drop of a hat, sorting through every memory for even the tiniest shred of important information, it often feels like he's drowning in the memories he has, getting lost in an endless loop of one memory leading to the recollection of another, and another, and another, until at last he's able to pull himself back to the present. That feeling, the inescapable helplessness of being stuck in your own mind, it breaks you eventually. Everything feels predictable when you call recall the cause and effect of every action of your life, it messes with you, to see everyone you know from little on, to wonder endlessly what might have changed if not for one event or other. For Aylik, this has shut down his conscious. You simply can't have one, when you know every mean thing you've ever said to someone, replay the moment of ending the life of another cat, watching the life fade out of their eyes. More than that, this seemingly superhuman ability of his memory does little for his skill set. He is an average hunter and fighter, hardly remarkable in either aspect. No, his skills lie almost exclusively in his memory and relatively stealthy nature. He can perform recon in an area and remember every single landmark and cat on it, their locations and whatever patterns they've subconsciously adhered to. This makes him useful as a spy, scout, and historian, which has rightfully earned him his place at Tasman's right hand, a cat willing to do anything without hesitation, capable of coming up with complex plans and enacting them with apparent ease. No matter his outward appearance, however, the burnt gold eyed tom is silently suffering, wondering if one day he'll simply end up in a sort of feedback loop, unable to escape his own mind and losing touch with reality entirely. That is his biggest fear, and at the same time, the biggest secret he keeps from his family, that the more memories that flood his mind, the deeper he falls into the inescapable void. Sibling to Tasman, Asya, Dinara, and Lev. Voiny Dedicated to.. idk. (Cauil or Devonei? Tbh, if you could just pick whichever god you think he'd fit best, I'd appreciate it. xP)
CHANGELING / BLANKSLATE Finding home. Tracking down where his line all began, and finding unfamiliar faces and forgotten names. Saoirse, the name given to him after his birth, the name given to him by his grandfather Leonid. Changeling left it behind when he left behind the last of his family, buried in a shallow grave marked only by the disturbed earth. He followed the trail left by half told stories with unfinished ends and missing names. Chased the ghosts of his grandfathers past and found himself back at the monarchy where Leonid was raised, but not. Slipping within the fold felt like being welcomed home, the plots and schemes like old friends he had always known but never met. He took up a different name upon his enterance, wary of the current royalty, having heard all from his grandfather about old plots. How Leonid himself had fled the monarchy to flee is brothers murderous rage, to escape his nieces and nephews after his own betrayal to help usurp them. A snake in the grass he is unnoticed until he is sinking his fangs until the unknowing fool who had treed on him. The pretty snowshoe tom with his big blue eyes is nonthreatening in appearance and soft spoken, easily moved past with nary a second glance. But to not note Changeling's position in relation to you is foolish. Born to an original royal line forgotten now, but still with the same blood thirsty self serving attitude passed down the line. Changeling is a marionette parading in place of the sleeping demon that is Saoirse. VOINY Dedicated to nivet
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 12, 2019 20:12:58 GMT -5
CERYS / HONEYSTORM Anarchy. Pain. Death. Cerys was brought into a world that knew no peace, his mother dead by her own paw, and their Tsar gone with the wind. His grandmother raised him, but her heart was broken in a way that couldn't be fixed, and no matter what she tried, Cerys couldn't feel truly a connection to her. It was always his siblings and him versus the world, at least when things began. Even when things settled down, however, and a new Tsar took power, his half-sister taking her place as the Head of House, and being promoted to Vrachii, he couldn't feel at peace, not really. The lanky golden-orange tom, with his angular features, black tipped ears, and dark amber eyes, is always moving. Restless in the quiet times and thriving in chaos, he is a cat who lives for freedom. He dislikes being constrained by rules, and would rather go about his life in his own way, rather than listen to an order. That's not to say he's an evil cat, per say, he truly does care for his clanmates, and wishes the best for them, he's simply a creature who thinks that the best in a cat comes from independence and instinct, rather than rules and processes. The royal is known for his inherent casualness, not the type to lord status over someone, but also as a cat who tends to be a be troublesome. He can't help it. When he's bored, he has to find something to sate his need for chaos, and that often manifests with him causing problems, though his intentions are rarely malicious. Overall, he is simply a cat who values the unexpected, and despite the problems he can bring to those who know him, he is a good cat at heart, one who would die for the clan he knows. Podarok (Royal through Sterling Bloodline. c:) Dedicated to Tiveronah
Post by finchwhisker on Feb 12, 2019 21:47:10 GMT -5
CYPRIA / FINCHWHISKER A large, sly she-cat with dark ginger tabby fur, white paws and chest, and dull amber eyes. Her pelt always looks dirty, like she hasn't quite managed to groom out all the dust and burs and dried blood of mice and sparrows. Quiet, ambitious, and bound only loosely by morals, she wants one thing, and one thing only: a crown. Whether it is handed down in turn, whether it is stolen, whether it is usurped in war or chaos; whether she has to bow her head and obey, whether she has to slip behind the throne and bide her time in the shadows, whether she has to pledge herself to a false queen and wait - she will have it. Sensible, clear-headed, and well-spoken, she has a talent for giving advice and pulling at puppet strings, at knowing where each thread leads and how to unravel it. After spending half her life as a kittypet, confined within small rooms with peeling paint and grimy windows, she's learned that only one thing truly matters in this life: power. Control. The ability to decide one's own path. She can be loyal, but only to those in whom she recognises a part of herself, and only if what they can offer her is equal to what she can offer them. Life, after all, is but a game of chess - give and take, win or lose, take the crown or... Well. That's the only outcome she's interested in, really. VIONY dedicated to cauil
Edited Feb 12, 2019 22:12:01 GMT -5 By finchwhisker
SNOWKIT / START / BIYUU A white she-cat with one black paw and amber eyes. Calm and collected, Snowstart always appears to be on top of her game, and rarely lets herself show weakness, even in front of those she trusts. The self-appointed 'leader' of her and her siblings, she likes to feel in control of whatever situation she encounters, a habit that often puts her at odds with her Clanmates. Despite these shortcomings, she has the potential to become a capable leader, even one of BrookClan's future aces. Though not particularly skilled in hunting or fighting, Snowstart is charismatic and exudes an aura of absolute confidence in herself and her Clanmates; this aura is merely a mask for her underlying anxiety that influences every decision she makes, but she hides it skillfully. Though she does not mind working in a team, she prefers to be left to her own devices most of the time. podarok Dedicated to Devonei
HARU / BIYUU A skinny white and ginger tom with a small build. Superficially charming and seemingly a rather easy-going young man, Haru's carefree nature and enigmatic past make him a somewhat popular, if not mysterious, member of BrookClan, particularly in his kadet days. He is the runt of his litter, and was a great deal smaller than many of his male Clanmates. As such, he was on the receiving end of many snide remarks from his fellow kadets, and gradually became obsessed with proving his masculinity through extreme overtraining, and is waiting for the day when he can show up those who teased him. Due to this, he is incredibly talented in battle, and is deceptively strong and fast. Haru rarely appears bothered by anything and is thought of by his Clanmates to be a fairly emotionally stable guy, though the truth is somewhat in-between; his easy-going nature is more akin to apathy than anything else, and the only emotion that manages to knock him off kilter is his unpredictable fits of rage - something that he was initially good at managing when he was younger, but became progressively harder and harder to control, until he eventually gave up. kadet? Dedicated to Devonei
RUDANIA / MOONBOUND Rudania, while an overall sweet cat, can be a nuisance half the time. It appears that the young feline is incapable of turning down a challenge or an opportunity to try something new. Rudania is a curious young soul who thrives off of the unknown, off of what she couldn't possibly comprehend just by thinking. The brown tabby molly is a fierce little thing and is quite the handful. Although she does mean well, Rudania can often get carried away with what she's doing and lose track of what's important. She's witty, if anything, and most of the time her wit comes out as sarcasm or sass, but it would do her no good to hold it in and risk imploding. Rudania's keen attentiveness is something she is prided for, when she's wholly focused on the task at hand. Loyal with a brave heart, this young feline would not hesitate to put her life on the line if it meant someone else got to live another day. PODAROK Dedicated to Cauil
MEDOH / BLANKSLATE Some burn from the match, some fall through the cracks. It cracks and sparks with an exuberance to spread, untamed but controlled. Alight and awash with the sunset oranges and vibrant yellows. Born from the one spark, the one match turning into a bonfire that will burn until it eats the world away, until there is nothing left to sustain it. Medoh came out burning bright, eyes wide open and paws eager to take him places, unwilling to be stopped of deterred. A menace when determined and willing to eat up those weaker than him to grow himself. His believes are instilled deeply within him, though he is open to learning and will not refute another opinion. In fact he welcomes discussion and disagreement, eager to hear others views. The ash grey tabby a sight to behold with his silky coat and plume like tail he carries like a flag; a dare to those who might try and bring him down. He flies into new things quickly, and can quickly snuff himself out bu overreaching; though that ember of interest might reignite with the right winds. Emotions are something he feels completely, with his whole self, and shares no shame in ever expressing them to that extent. Brother to Ruta, Rudania, and Naboris. Son of Tatri. PODAROK dedicated to devonei
FIKRE / BLANKSLATE Daughter of Springlockgrave and an unknown tom. Sister of Awnell, Cerys, Kevay, Lezane, Luvinia, Sevilin, and Xaria. A sleek calico with haunting golden eyes who prefers to dwell within the shadows and avoid the light. PODAROK Dedicated to Tiveronah
RISINGSUN / STARK RAVING MAD Calm. Cool. Collected. The perfect candidate to play peace keeper in large groups. Risingsun is perhaps one of the most outgoing cats you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting. His relaxed demeanor and gentle tone make it easy for him to get along with almost everyone. A sunny yellow pelt and dark honey-amber eyes allow him to stand out in a crowd. Just because he believes in keeping the peace however, does not mean he is afraid of war, he is after all and will always be a warrior. He just knows that some battles can be won easily with words. He sees no reason to fear the world outside the group, and the territory they made for themselves. Rising prefers to take everything in stride and deal with issues as they present themselves rather than going and looking for trouble. Masked by his sunny disposition deep down Risingsun is secretly very anxious. He often lays awake at night questioning every choice he makes. He lives in constant fear that one day he'll wake up and the Tsar will suddenly decide he doesn't belong here and cast him out. VIONY
FALLINGSKY / STARK RAVING MAD The young and energetic. A beautiful pale gray-silver she-cat with gorgeous blue eyes. Fallingsky has always been the kind of cat who dives head first into everything. Fear isn't something she knows. Easily excited and always ready to go its a feat in itself to get her to sit still or ever settle down. Being full of energy has it's perks though, even though she's still young she is easily one of the most skilled hunters in the clan and rarely ever returns home empty-pawed. She can be anyone's best-friend and isn't prone to shyness. She makes a point of being kind to every-one and ensures no-cat ever feels as if they are being left out. She has a special talent when it comes to finding trouble, or the trouble seems to find her. The fact that she is incredibly curious doesn't help either. One thing's for sure, she's going to have great stories to share with kits in the elder's den one day. That is, if she lives that long. VIONY
TAIKATALVI / STARLIGHT In the darkness the twinkle of a key fitting into a lock precedes the mechanical melody of a music box. The lid lifts with a creak to reveal the facade of a ballerina upon her pedestal in third position. She rises, porcelain arms cracking along tendon with the grace of her movement. She’s desperate, the strings along her limbs twisting her in circles. Her master hovers above her with a manic grin. She’s powerless. [ this stage is the dearest of my children, where moonlight moves through alleys. ] — The crowd watches on with smiles of awe, eyes sparkling in the magic of the show while she weeps. She tugs at her restraints, a marionette entangling herself in a web of deceit, all the while her broken heart slowing in its rapid pulse. Crystal eyes grasp for any hope in the darkness, but there is no savior. No one will come. She closes her eyes, giving in to the demon using her body as a conduit, the recesses of shadow in her mind growing with each slow intake of breath. She lifts her arms into fifth position, envisioning herself as a beautiful swan in the middle of a winter wonderland; cold, distant, safe. As she twirls upon her pedestal, her feathers of freedom blossom upon her china arms and she feels, for once, the wind of change caressing her not unlike a lover long lost. [ a bent twig, a summer in its care. white vast open sea. on the wings of a phantom moon comes to take me home. ] — She leaps into the air, the bolts connecting her to the wood of her foundation causing her slippered feet to shatter into glitter. There is a smile on her face and diamonds falling from her eyes as she soars ever higher toward the light far above, where paradise and relief beckon her. A hand reaches out for the warmth of the sun and she’s engulfed in the blazing rays, ceramic limbs shattering to reveal soft tissue underneath, as pale as the armor she had been trapped in. Crystal eyes close for the last time and she allows herself to flutter in the void between slumber and consciousness, her heart stitching itself back together with the thread of the silver havens. [ in winterland a moment is an eternity, creeps to me on kitten paws. i get to live here where the story begins, where a violin echoes the eternal melody of immense longing, waking up the earth with its song. ] — Small toes create pressure marks in a vast wide world, crystal eyes in a furry white face gazing outward at the world anew. The marionette on the inside dances with renewed vigor, grateful for her chance at light and love once more. VOINY Dedicated to Cauil
TSVETELINA / EFFY From salty waters to broken pearls, from star-crossed to black-blooded, through thick and thin and dirty and clean. A sick, deranged look in her eye, she holds a creepy presence around her, never penetrated for an instant. If only the delusions could cross her face, she'd be as unreadable as a child attempting to read the Rosetta Stone. People are not people if they are so pretty you could stab them and keep them for your collection, right? No, pretty creatures should not get to roam around in a dangerous world where their beauty might be tainted. They must be safe, stuffed the brim, their elegance preserved. Perhaps, Tsvetelina thinks like this because she, is not pretty. Mangled fur, beady eyes and freakishly skinny limbs do not strike anyone as the qualities of an English rose. And yet, she doesn't need to be pretty. All she needs are her dolls, by her side. Facing her. Forever. Voiny dedicated to devonei
Small and solid white. He wasn't supposed to live past birth but has beat the odds. Although due to his illness he's not very strong, his intelligence outweighs that. His siblings baby him which Finn hates. He wants to be independent and desperately so. This causes many conflicts between him and the rest of his siblings especially with his older sister Raine who constantly fights with him and limits him. His illness is kept a secret except his siblings and Lakeveil know about it. It's assumed he has severe asthma and a is half blind. The fourth and smallest in the litter.
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PETRA / IAN Petra derives from the greek word stone. Anastasia named her this in support of how strong her family line truly is despite everything. She's the total opposite of her sister Raine. Very shy and soft-spoken, she has a hard time sticking up for herself and constantly does what she's told. Despite being one of the strongest as a kitten, she views herself as the weakest and is plagued with her own demons. Her siblings, especially Raine, constantly judge her for her anxious demeanor and constantly treat her as a weak link in the family line. Believed to have depression and some type of anxiety disorder, probably stemmed from the abandonment of her mother. The third in the litter.
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NADINE / CLEAVER
Named after Nadia from house Caerwyn who was one of the few cats from the Caerwyn family who still voted for Aiden and saw through Alexei's tyranny. Nadine is actually the opposite of her aunt. Smart, cunning, and strong. She will do anything for power but hides it behind a gentle facade. The second oldest in the litter.
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RAINE / HINATA
Named after the first female of their family line, Rainveig. She's fiercely protective of her siblings and is considered of more of a motherly figure. Anastasia abandoning them once they were old enough to hunt for themselves, Raine had to pick up the slack and look after her siblings, especially her younger brother Finn. She will do anything to make her family line strong again, and will do even more to protect her family in general. She's very outspoken and confident. The oldest in the litter.
Black pelt stroked through with light strands of white, a bright spot under on his chest; an almost physically target painted on his fur. Perfectly capable of fending for himself but oddly dependent on others. Grigoriy or Grisha as he is often referred to thrives with being the youngest of his litter. Boils with bitterness at his older siblings preferential treatment towards his sick brother Finn and insecure sister Petra. An attention seeker he likes when all eyes are on him, one for theatrics and putting on show. Everything is a production with him whether true or false. Small he often plays on this for more sympathy. Not outright manipulative, but often being so as a byproduct of his desire for others eyes on him. Argumentative and whiny he is honestly more often a pain and unhelpful. It is hard to imagine him as the son of the Tsar Anastasia; hard to picture him as a descendant of one of the original proud bloodlines.
