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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SHADOWKIT [PUPPET] roleplayed by blessmyskull/hals A calico tom with a large, towering stature and bloodshot heterochromatic eyes--one amber and one hazel. He has an intimidating appearance and a resting scowl that makes it seem that he’s always angry or about to snap. Shadowpuppet has never been very good at carrying himself, walking in weird jerky movements and known for his clumsiness. Instead of giving him an approachable air, this trait only makes his peers more nervous as a slip from him could end in his crushing some unsuspecting cat. Not even his obvious strength and warrior potential are enough to gain respect. Instead, a majority of the clan is outright afraid of him. Some hide their fear behind curses and insults while others avoid him like the plague. It doesn’t matter how kind Shadowpuppet truly is, no one seems to give him a chance. It has come to the point that even Shadowpuppet believes he might be a monster, for nothing he does seems to change anyone’s mind. The sad fact remains that he is a compassionate tom, a hopeless-romantic, and a gentle giant when he doesn’t feel the heavy weight of scrutinizing eyes on him. His composure and emotional stability are enough to hold him together and even the worst of insults couldn’t send him into a rage. Possibly the only thing that could awaken any form of anger outside of self-loathing, would appear in the act of protecting someone dear to him. Kit
RIBBONDANCE roleplayed by biyuu A dark brown tabby she-cat with green eyes and a slender, lithe build. Originally a member of EarthClan with her sister Leafswirl, Ribbondance joined FallClan after EarthClan was destroyed. Ribbondance is easy-going and laidback, dancing to the beat of her own drum. She is hard to upset or anger, and doesn’t often react outwardly to distressing situations; her sister Leafswirl once speculated this was a result of a head injury she received as a kit. Due to her indifference, she has trouble planning for the future and strategising, but she is a capable warrior who excels at following others’ orders. Though she is easy to get along with, Ribbondance prefers to keep her acquaintances at a comfortable distance; though she had a crush on her EarthClan Clanmate Crookedpaw, they lost contact after the Clan was destroyed, and Ribbondance has been reluctant to get close to anyone ever since. As someone who doesn’t seek glory, a family, or a leadership role in her Clan, Ribbondance struggles with a perceived lack of purpose in her life, and has become slightly more rebellious than she was in her youth as a result. Warrior
WAILINGKIT [SPIRIT] roleplayed by AtomHeart Once an openly emotional kitten, Wailingspirit eventually grew into a stoic warrior, soft-spoken and poised. No longer does she allow others to glimpse into her soul, and should she ever let her guard down, such moments are fleeting. Being the second oldest of her litter, she takes on a decisive and protective role among her siblings. She’s always been good at reading others and shares any of her findings with her brothers and sisters in the hopes of aiding their rough attempt at surviving in FallClan. Despite her own afflictions, she acts in a composed and respectable manner at all times, masking her ongoing fears and depression from even her closest companions. Only a select few know of her diagnosis, first found in her early moons but invisible to the naked eye. Wailingspirit was born with a minor case of hypoesthesia, likely a symptom from an overlying disease, in which her spinal cord has a decreased amount of activity. At first, it was a slight numbness to touch and only in a few parts of her body, but as she continues to mature, so does the loss of sensation. As her physical senses fade, her emotions grow, and it is a constant struggle to keep everything hidden. Although she knows that one day, the truth will come out once the hypoesthesia reaches a life-altering stage. Until then, she hopes to experience as much in life as she can. Wailingspirit has a predominantly white pelt with a small patch of orange and black markings on her head, and pale green eyes. Her beauty is evident and catches many eyes, but because of her guarded lifestyle, only the most determined of cats could ever hope to win her affection. Kit
Post by Flurryofstars on Oct 5, 2020 2:34:54 GMT -5
DAPPERKIT devil roleplayed by flurryofstars By the time he earned his warrior name, everyone in FallClan was aware of Dapperdevil’s manipulative behavior and cruel sense of humor. Even so, he takes to the stage as a polite and charming figure that can still fool the most aware of cats. His silver tongue and sharp wits are just as much a weapon as his teeth and claws. Both of which see more use than your average tom. Much like his brother, Lovelynight, he sees little value in the lives of others. However, he looks down on his little brother’s recklessness and spontaneity. For Dapperdevil, if he chooses to wreak havoc upon another, it always serves a deeper purpose and is never solely done out of amusement. Nothing is off the table for him, whether it’s conning, framing, torture, or murder, and his creativity only continues to grow. His favorite passion though, is finding a high-status cat and bringing them down to his level; no doubt a result of his birth clan’s disposition towards him and his siblings. Being the oldest of his orphaned family, one might expect him to act as the responsible role model and guardian, but he cares for them as much as he does any other cat. Being as free-spirited as he is, Dapperdevil feels no particular ties to anyone and travels from clan to clan in pursuit of more entertainment. He also feels no romantic feelings towards anyone, but enjoys leading cats on only to leave them in the dust. With calico fur and amber eyes, his rare appearance and meticulous grooming give him quite the looks. Kit
FABLEDASHES A fire burns deep inside of each of us, fueling our desires and whims. No two fires are the same, much like snowflakes on a wintry night. They are fed by experience, tended to with love. It is this fire that keeps us going on a long day, that lets us strive for more. It is the passion that moves us forward, the energy in our bones. The flames within Fabledashes are a burning blaze, encouraged by the feuds of two generations of family. It wasn’t hatred that drove Fabledashes forward, not at first. It was a desire to outshine his cousins and friends, to have all eyes on him. He bathed in affection, as if without it he would starve. It was his air, a force that nurtured his life, but the flames burnt out of control. As innocent as his intentions were, everything he knew turned to ashes one day, and spite and hatred burned through his heart. For a while, he lived only for one purpose: to watch someone suffer. Originally, it was only one cat that was the target of his anger, but the fire kept growing, and soon the blood on his paws wasn’t hers alone. So what if he wasn’t the best son, or even good looking anymore. The hideous burn scar on his orange tabby face made sure of that, though it certainly outlines his green, spiteful eyes quite well. It was after his sin of murder that his name changed from Firenettle, and his fury was able to spiral even further out of control. Oh, attention will be on him alright, he will make sure of that.
HOWLINGKIT moon roleplayed by AtomHeart The most average of her siblings in personality and looks, Howlingmoon can sometimes pass as any other FallClan cat. However, she doesn’t wish to separate herself from her siblings in that sense. She isn’t embarrassed by or afraid of them, knowing what they endured together and sharing a familial love. Although, she doesn’t wish to go down the same dark path as some of them. Murder, while having crossed her mind, is against her moral code and no amount of rage could force her in that direction. While she is in control of herself anyway. Suffering from insomnia, hallucinations sometimes make an appearance in her life, though not constantly or predictably. Her intellect and awareness are often clouded by exhaustion though, and she has to resort to poppy seeds and other herbs in order to get any rest at all. Fainting isn’t an uncommon occurrence either. Particularly close to Wailingspirit and Shadowpuppet, she relies on them to keep her safe when she’s at her worst. On the rare days when she’s fully alert, she is the most observant and intellectual of her siblings and behaves as maturely as her eldest sister. Though she is the youngest, her age is often confused by Shroudedhex’s appearance and behavior. Howlingmoon is a grey tabby with golden eyes and an unkempt coat.
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 13:58:00 GMT -5
BRUSHFIRE Roleplayed by SummerThyme A half breed. Half WinterClan on his fathers side, Leatherstar. And half FallClan on his mothers side, Comfreyflower. Their relationship was a short secretive affair that ended abruptly when Leatherstar died in WinterClan from an avalanche. Comfreyflower lived many more moons with her only kit before dying of green-cough during Leaf-bare. Now alone in FallClan with no other family relations Brushfire spends his time doing all he can to be worth his place within his clan. He is a charming tom with a heart of gold. He tends to be the hero in situations of high stress and always tries the diplomatic approach before the clawed one. He is a large thick furred tom with a white base coat. The lighter wispy top layer of fur a colorful blend of black, grey, brown, and different hues of orange and red. His eyes are a bright new-leaf green. Being the son of Leatherstar, due to this newly reincarnated leaders crime against StarClan, Brushfire has to unknowingly deal with the effects of the bloodline curse put on Leatherstar. Brushfire, despite his charm, finds it hard to find and keep love. Struggles with the feeling of not being enough or acceptable to others. And has a unreasonable itch in her paws to keep moving. He is a restless spirit. Warrior
BREEZEKIT || CHASER Roleplayed by woof His pelt is long and largely an inky black but for the ginger and tabby brown blitzing around his thick stripes. His whiskers curl with mischief, his yellow eyes gleam humorously, and his maw is eternally crooked into a sunny smile- but Breezechaser is not all chivalry and golden charm. He's wicked in his own way. He was Cloudkit of WinterClan, a happy-go-lucky scamp who knew nothing bad of the world and never expected his innocence might run out; but run out it did, and on the very day he was expectantly waiting to receive his apprentice name. His parents never stepped foot at his ceremony- his mother with her SummerClan love and his father sneaking around SpringClan- and after that day, neither did Cloudkit ever again step foot in WinterClan's camp. Breezechaser's known for his agile grace and quick paws, but back then, fueled by righteous wrath, his gait was no more nimble than that of a newborn fawn. He stalked through nights and blistering days until he felt the cushion of FallClan's fields under his splintered pads. Here, he shed his old identity for a new one, and now he goes through life known only for his silver tongue, needlepoint humor, and sheer ability to ruin any and every romantic relationship. Nothing is fair in love and war-- and oh, how he despises love, and his heart wages many wars.
GHOSTKIT || FLIGHT Roleplayed by woof Her fur is thick and wars between deepest darkness and blinding light, patches of black thrown against a white canvas in similar fashion to an abstract art piece. She has a quiet step, an ethereal presence; not many notice whether she's around between her unremarkable appearance and soft voice, but those eyes are hard to miss. A shade of green that tiptoes the line of being teal, the depths of which resemble how one might assume the lands of StarClan appear. Ghostflight has seen love live and die, has watched bonds forged in hotter flames than those of hell fracture and break, and she has felt the tear in her heart as she was forced to choose between two halves of her broken family. She chose her dearest brother and together they suffered the cruelty of a world which was not designed to be challenged by two wayward kits. FallClan rose up as a shield. Their love became her armor. Their creed, her sword. She was given the opportunity to start a new life, but the scars have remained. Though Quietkit may be a distant memory, Ghostflight still carries the same fears and remembers the stabbing heartache of long ago, thus she tends to be more careful but exponentially more protective of her close relationships than she once was.
CINDERSTRIKE Roleplayed by woof If death is the bow, he is the arrow. Angled features give way to an imposing stature, slicked by silver fur, and his eyes are the color of dying leaves, the shade between crimson and chocolate. Copper, but when he steps into darkness, they lose their luster and turn to rust, his pelt becoming tarnished armor behind them. Cinderstrike is no knight, no valiant soldier playing by the book. When he leaps into the fray, he's coming guns blazing, and anyone dumb enough to bring a knife to a gun fight won't find mercy from him. Underhanded, calculating, his methods are a point of contention between himself and his superiors, speaking not of a clan history but more to his roguish ways, but his skill is valued enough that many look the other way. He may walk a lonely road, but the esteem he receives for his tactical brilliance is more than enough of a surrogate that he doesn't mind the solitude. nursery aid jk make him a warrior
HAUNTEDMELODY Roleplayed by NovaAmaro A medium sized, slightly plump pure white she-cat with dark golden eyes. Often reserved and level-headed, she keeps quiet about her opinions on anything, because she doesn't trust herself to have the correct opinion. Oftentimes, Hauntedmelody can often be found just staring at her clanmates. Whether it be sitting around the corner, or singing her creepy tune she so enjoys, it’s almost as if her only goal in life is to creep others out, as she will even go out of her way to do so. She rarely ever maintains eye-contact for long, often looking just past whoever she’s talking to. It’s unknown how much of what she does is her actively trying to scare others, and how much of it is just Hauntedmelody. She loves giving gifts to others, though never directly, as she will place them wherever the receiver is most likely to find them. Those she actually cares about receive bird feathers, whereas those she hates will find dead bugs. Anyone else that doesn’t fall within those categories get seeds. Warrior
Post by Flurryofstars on Nov 26, 2020 1:22:31 GMT -5
Adding my own!
NETTLEKIT || BARK Roleplayed by Flurryofstars Aware of the grief his appearance causes his mother, Nettlebark has always done his best to avoid her. Oftentimes, he’s found outside of camp, lurking around the borders and questioning whether it would be best to leave the clan altogether. The unknown has always piqued his interest and the tales he was told as a kit still stick with him as a warrior. The rumors of the elementalists in the forest clans had a particular impact on him. At first it appeared as a morbid curiosity, but eventually Nettlebark became obsessed with the idea of magic. How many times he was told he was crazy for believing in it made no difference. He simply wouldn’t let the fascination go. Outside of his obsession, Nettlebark has a rather stoic nature. His slow, but sharp tone, and no-nonsense attitude make him seem unapproachable, but the traits formed only from the hours he spent alone in his youth. When others do make an attempt to get close to him, while not coming off as such, he clings to the feeling of being wanted and holds it dear. This causes any of his platonic or romantic relationships to feel unbalanced at first, but he is nothing if not persistent in his endeavors, no matter how one-sided they may be. With an appearance nearly identical to his father’s, Nettlebark has dark markings and moss-green eyes. There’s a mysterious attractiveness in his natural looks, but the tom has never bothered much with grooming, choosing instead to hide his handsome features behind a greasy pelt. Kit
SHIFTINGSPECTRE Roleplayed by Flurryofstars A small, scrawny pure black tom with dark yellow eyes. Once upon a time, the only way to tell him apart from his twin had been the slightly darker shade of his eyes, but things had changed since then. When they were younger, he was almost always found at Driftingspirit’s side, as if they were stuck together. They had snuck out to explore too many times to count as kits, and had many adventures as apprentices. However, it was later discovered that Shiftingspectre wasn’t healthy, and he was forced to take it easy. He could no longer go toe-to-toe with his twin, but there are still many times where he pushes himself to his limit. It’s hard to keep this cat away from water, as he will always jump right in, even if he shouldn’t. One day, he might just push himself too hard, and he’ll simply vanish from the world. But at least he would be having fun. Shiftingspectre is obsessed with the concept of death. It occupies his mind constantly, since he knows he has a paw on the other side as it is. Instead of being afraid of dying though, he uses it to fuel his determination to be the best he can be and to prove to his clanmates that underestimating him is the last thing they should do. Warrior
CAVEPAW || GUARD roleplayed by woof His eyes are not firelight or evening sun; they are the exact color of amber, and like resin they hold history within them. Stars have been preserved in him for centuries, and his bloodline dates back farther than most of his clanmates have been alive, names like Bonestar and Olivestar aplenty in his family tree. A line of leaders, healers even, which have culminated in this tussled, snaggletoothed scrap of off-white fur. A startlingly high intelligence is masked behind a broken accent, his clanmates assuming that his abbreviated speech pattern is indicative of a halfwit nobody, so few give him the time of day. He prefers spending time among the clan's elders, in particular his grandfather Dovecaper, or trying to tell spooky stories to the kits like his father Ghostlyflicker, but with less success. They see a glimpse of the cat buried beneath his gruff persona; the sturdy and wise cat, the heart of gold cat, the cat with the warm gooey center he tries so hard to not let show. He claims he's "coal dark, diamond sharp" but in truth his rough edges are more like the coal that hides the beauty underneath, layers that have been carefully crafted to protect his transparent heart. He's exactly who he claims to be: Nothing more than an average cat whose paws walk a different path, but he is a librarian of history, its omniscient voice. A safe filled with stars. Leader
