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.
SILENTPORTRAIT RPed by Phantom The nursery aid that isn't actually a nursery aid. He abandons his duties quite often to do his passion which is art. He is the clan artist often trying and failing to teach kittens to follow in his bad habits. His pure white pelt is often stained with varies colors from berries and mud. He has dished out a small corner in the warriors den where he paints on the walls or on the bare grounds in the center of camp. Sometimes if kittens are helpful and leave him alone in peace, he will reward them with painting patterns on their fur much to their parents dismay. When it rains or storms Silentportrait can be found out in the center of camp collecting mud to make weird looking shapes that be places in random spots around camp. If another member were to break these works of art Silentportrait becomes upset and doesn't leave his nest for days sulking in anger and tears. Silentportrait has round blue eyes and a snowy white pelt, his fur is short but despite its length is thick and soft. The tom has a naturally curvy form, this has led him to have severe body issues, because of this his sister often tries to push him to run and exercise despite how much she knows it bothers him. Nursery Aid
CLOUDYMUSE Roleplayed by pao Brother to Ghostlyflicker and Chillytactics, son of Dovecaper and Silverlace. A light brownish-silver tabby with sky blue eyes. A cat with his head so far up in the clouds, he often doesn't know what's going on around him. Many think him deaf because of his extreme aloofness, and even when you have his attention it is difficult to keep. He is a daydreamer who struggles between reality and his own fantasies, and often chatters nonsense to others. Still, he is a gentle soul, preferring to see the good in anyone and everyone, even if no one else can see it. If he were to put his mind to it, he is excellent at reading others, although his findings are often more exaggerated than they really are. If he's not careful in a fight, one day he may take an injury that lands him the job of nursery aid, though that wouldn't be the worst thing for him. In fact, those around him wonder why he's even a warrior to begin with, as nothing forced him into it. Perhaps he just fancied the embellished tales of heroes and wanted to experience his own epic. warrior
GARDENKIT || FROST Roleplayed by woof Flame and freeze battle for rights over her pelt: calico patches comprised of scorching ginger and frostbitten white on her vantablack pelt. It speaks more to her personality than the guarded green in her gaze. Gardenfrost's icy demeanor towards anyone not in her small social circle stems from her mother's abandonment of she and her siblings, though when she's with her family she's all moxie and mettle. kit
MEADOWKIT || SNOW Roleplayed by meow A willowy, white-furred and green-eyed she-cat dappled by large patches of mottled grey and gold stripes. Abandoned as a young kit by their parents, above all else she feels a strong sense of loyalty towards her siblings. Her desire to protect and care for those she loves is sometimes at odds with her desire for freedom and adventure, curiosity and mischief running through her veins as surely as her littermates' shared blood does. Kit
ROOTKIT || SHADE roleplayed by blessmyskull Rootshade is an inquisitive tom with the curiosity of a kit and the thirst for knowledge of an apprentice. This tom is always getting into things and has the propensity for talking himself out of situations as well. He is sharp and observant, always knowing what’s happening around camp and within the clan. Rootshade was born from a cross-clan relationship as his mother, Hollypool, was in Fallclan while his father, Marbleknight, was in Springclan but he never waivers in his loyalty for the clan he was born into. Rootshade is unyieldingly devoted to his clan and family, but it never stops him from creating chaos around him. He has the knack for playing the devil’s advocate just for fun and doing so gets him into quite a bit of trouble, but it’s never really serious. It always just chaos and if there is anything that Rootshade loves, it’s chaos. Kit
NEBULACLOUD roleplayed by blessmyskull Sadistic and insane. That is what most tend to label Nebulacloud and her twin, Novastreak. Though this beautiful colored she-cat tends to think of her and her sister as scientists and they are practically attached at the hip, almost never seen without each other. Planning and executing experiments are what they do best. Sometimes she will start a sentence and then Novastreak will finish it. Nebulacloud is fascinated by physchological experiment and seeing how far she can go in testing the brains of her clanmates. They are relatively harmless, but she cannot guarantee that her subjects won’t experience some nightmares in the following days. Nebulacloud never uses her sister as a subject for her experiments, but often enlists her help. Nebulacloud knows that she could turn the brain of one of her clanmates to mush and leave them handicapped for the rest of their life, but she tends not to go that far and sticks with her harmless little projects. Like her sister, Nebulacloud often sneaks into the medicine cat’s den to steal herbs to assist in the experiments, but ultimately wastes them as they can be a little to strong for her subjects. One thing is for sure, this she-cat loves to test those around her by only using her words and their mind. Just hope you come out of the encounter safe and sane. Warrior
Post by goldstripe on Aug 30, 2020 23:33:49 GMT -5
THISTLEFALL roleplayed by goldstripe In the dark, he is seamless. The blackness of his fur will not cut a silhouette on a night when the moon is new, blotted out by the Earth. His ears are tall and pointed, his tail thick and plumey, and while he might be considered a large tom he is not particularly imposing. His ruff is thicker than the rest of his pelt, like the mane of a lion, though he hardly thinks of himself as one. He's not regal, he doesn't inspire awe, no legends will be told about him. In his opinion, the only lasting impression he will make on this mountain are his pawprints in leafbare. His angular grey eyes hold no pride, no self-pity. He is a gasp of air in the long breath of nature, and he will be forgotten, as surely as his pawprints will melt and as surely as the moon will change. He came to FallClan with no dreams of glory, instead wanting to slip quietly into a bustling community of other cats, afraid of being alone even if he does keep to himself when fresh-kill is shared. He fights when he's told, and hunts when the clan is hungry, but he does not seek recognition. He does not hope to be noticed. All he wants is to pass his days, and sleep his nights away listening to the breathing of his fellow warriors in their nests.
TRAVELLORE Roleplayed by lavellan She is the jock always up for an adventure. Unlike her twin Silentportrait she doesn’t like to sit still in one place for long periods of time. She is the kind of warrior that is up at the crack of dawn. Stretching out her limbs and warming up to go on the first hunting or border patrols. She often goes out hunting by herself just so she can explore the territory. She is fascinated by the Crystal Caves and wants to explore every pawstep of them. She loves to climb trees and swim. She is extroverted and loves to make friends. She cracks jokes when she is under a lot of pressure. Tries and fails at getting her brother to exercise and to breath the fresh air outside of Fallclan camp. Her and her twin brother were found on Fallclan land at the ages of 3 moons old. Its unknown if they are related, but everyone assumes they are since they look similar in features and were found together. warrior
All is fair in love and war, or to be more apt in this scenario all is fair in a lovers war. The story starts long before our main character enters the scene, the plot having been built long before his time and the storyline gifted onto his shoulders to be carried forward. It starts with a Moonclan she-cat, beautiful and stunning she takes others breaths away with her grace but is as quickly forgotten due to her bitter moods. Though not all can be forced to abandon their pursuits of her just by a horrible attitude, and soon one tom is so persistent, so stubborn that she graces him with a rare smile. But what is a story without conflict, and this one is no different. This tom was not from moonclan, being a outsider who met our she-cat on the border and showed up every day since for a chance to catch a glimpse of her. The she-cat was wicked in her sense of humor and found joy in causing this tom trouble, stringing him along just enough to keep him interested and then causing him no amount of grief. It was well known among those who knew her what she was doing in her spare time for entertainment and some of them even gained a laugh or two from hearing about her latest torment to the poor tom. But the joke was soon on her when she found herself pregnant, having been told long ago she was infertile. A fact that many said was the true reason she had wilted into something so terrible. The news brought her no relive though, and she found herself horrified to be carrying this toms kits. She started starving herself soon after, determined to loose the litter. But perhaps the gods were punishing her for her wickedness because as time went the litter lived inside her refusing to be killed. When she went into labor it was doomed event, so weak she had made herself in her quest to loose the kits. The medicine cat did all they could for her but she passed moments after her litter came to life. Named by the only one the she-cat could call a friend, a childhood love who had separated from her after learning she was infertile. It was no surprise that Foolskit was the name out protagonist was gifted with, for nothing could change the story thus far that had brought him into being. A brilliantly white tom, blinding to the eye with sharp bones and eyes as blue as the summer sky. Nothing he could do as a kit was ever enough to get him out from under the weight of his own name. Despite his sharp wit and well spoken thoughts he would always be remembered for his mothers foolish actions leading up to his birth. Somehow apart of the clan but separate at the same time he learned to keep his harsher words to himself and his shortcomings hidden. Fading into the background of the other more rambunctious kits and only coming to life again once he was made an apprentice. It was during this period Foolspaw let himself shine and made use of his brilliant mind, proving himself to hold a tacticians mind and spiders patience. Holding himself on a thin wire ready to snap at a moments notice but never too early and never without a cause worthy of loosing his so prized self-control. Earning the name Foolsgambit, earning a place among the older cats, was when he felt he had finally escaped the memory of his mother. Others now seeing him rather than her, and he plans to keep it this way. Never willing to fail for fear of becoming his mother.
TWISTEDHUMOR roleplayed by circle Recklessness grows worse the luckier one is, for what care does a favorite of lady luck have for consequences. What have they learned if they are always lucky enough to escape the worst. Further compounded by a devil may care attitude, a callous regard for their own health and too much glee taken in others pain. Twistedhumor is a tom who doesn't care if others are cruel to him, a skin thicker than a cows hide. He cares much more if his own words are enough to cut others, will push and push until he can see others bleed. Until he can drive them into a blind rage that has a chesire grin stretching across his own features in pleasure. A patchy furred black tom with spots of white that do eerie things for his yellow eyes he is a alien like figure. Though perhaps that was meant to be, to warn others of his twisted inner nature. If his name alone wasn't enough to serve as a warning for others to be on their guard around him. He aspires to nothing and wants everything, greedy and obsessive he is unsettling at the worst of times and different at the best of times. For those he cares for he tries his best to let go of his less flattering qualities but it is hard at times to tap down the cruelest of tendencies. But this does not mean he has no redeeming qualities. For those he loves he will do anything, will send his own soul to hell to save those he cares for. And sometimes his humor isn't all doom and bloom and is instead witty and light when the tom is feeling particularly optimistic. Perhaps this just makes him more difficult to handle as one might never know what they will get with Twistedhumor. Some might call him a devil on the shoulder for Fallclan, while others might simply label him a simple nuisance. Hot or cold there is always a new interaction to be had within his company, usually leaving strong lingering emotions rather positive or negative. May the luck of the draw be on their side. Warrior
Thank-you, I'm happy to be able to sit down and rp again. Though it might only be a brief time, so I hope to make the most of it. ♡
LE PETIT VOLONTAIRE roleplayed by circle - "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities" - The illegitimate son of a father that would have liked nothing more than the chance to have drowned him at birth his beginnings were anything other than graceful. His mother's mate, the father of his two older half-siblings tolerated him like one tolerated a particularly stubborn cold. With a stiff upper lip and determined patience to outlast it until it simply went away. This paired with a mother that was often absent in every sense of the word and leaving him often at the mercy of his half-siblings. He struggled those first months of his life, to small, to out-of-place, and never enough to quite make up for his alienation among them. When times grew desperate he thought of approaching his true blood father but one did not approach the devil with nothing to bargain with. So he learned and spent more time than he cared to trying to find his strengths. It came in the form of his wit, his brains, and his ability to twist words into beautiful bouquet of flowers to charm even the most stubborn conquest. When his adopted father finally sent him away it was to his blood father he went. Holding his head high and spinning pretty words and cajoling his way into the upper echelons his father surrounded himself with. He fit in no better among them that he had his mother and her new family. But he pretended better and soon was winning over a pretty she-cat that was as sweet as honey. His origins, his illegitimacy had not been forgotten though. And when the two were caught together he was chased off for forgetting his place. Cast out once more, sent to find a new place to slot himself into. His bargaining skills grew greater, along side other skills for tasks both useful and useless. Flower crowns something he could make in his sleep, perhaps holding greater skill in the craft than he did in even hunting. For a short while the tom settled to living in a two-legs back yard, fed and given shelter from the rain and not fighting hard for anything. But such a life became dull soon after and his paws were once again carrying him elsewhere. Once traveling through a city he was held prisoner by a gang for a short while before his silver tongue convinced them that there was no use to be gained from having him around and no joy to be gotten from killing someone as insignificant as him. A white and gray tom with mismatched eyes he's memorable enough that even those who have only been subjected to his presences once will more than likely remember him. Roughed up a little he left in no lesser spirits than he had arrived in. Finding joy in meeting all these cats and seeing the cultures they lived among. He is a tom that feels no deep sorrow towards many things but fights against injustice when he sees it. Rather paradoxical is his approach to the world and what he values towards what he dismisses. He goes by many names and is often known by a different one to every cat he encounters depending on how much he likes them. Most know him a Le Petit Volontaire, though some know him as Arovet Li, and only his family knows him by his given name François-Marie Arouet. A name he holds no affection for. Rude at times in the way he will readily and easily makes jokes at others expense. But intelligent and noble for the most part.
Post by Flurryofstars on Sept 1, 2020 2:38:45 GMT -5
Adding this now!
DESIGNERGLOW Roleplayed by flurryofstars A purebred somali kittypet that had a taste for the wild side of things when she was 8 moons old. She was stuck in her apprenticeship for a while because she didn't grasp the basics of being a FallClan member. She claims she had a million siblings and often throws out random names of siblings that she claims she has, but no one has ever seen these siblings. She tries to volunteer for every festival or event that Fallclan hosts. She is a master at decorating; claiming she picked up the things from her former twolegs. She often decorates her fur with seasonal objects--mostly flowers--and likes to have the floral scent clinging to her fur. She tries to promote the sisterhood and connect others to each other. She loves to gossip and seems to know most of the rumors that fly around camp and even seems to spread some. She can be disgusted and fascinated by watching Silentportrait and his creations. She hates getting dirty and refuses to leave the safety of the warrior’s den when it's raining. Designerglow has an appearance mixed between a fox and a squirrel, and lime green eyes. Warrior
FRECKLEDFAWN Roleplayed by Phantom Freckledfawn is the youngest of the 11 in their friend group, growing up she was very average in everything from height and weight to her skill level. It was all she could do to scrap through her apprenticeship to become a warrior, despite not actually knowing what she wants to do with her life. Get a mate? Be single for awhile longer? Have children? Have no Children? Those are just a few of the common questions she asks herself on a daily basis. While she did finish her warrior training and is classified as such, she cannot seem to decide if she wants to stay as a warrior, become a nursery aid, or do the extreme and run away from all her duties and problems to be a kittypet. She has a tendency to become very emotional at times. It is not easy when you have no idea what your purpose in life is, Freckledfawn struggles daily with this, fighting with herself when trying to make decisions that could impact her future in any way. She was not born in Fallclan, but rather found as a young kit, abandoned in the ravine by herself and raised in Fallclan by an assortment pf queens; never feeling like they belong. As the baby of the group she is used to being taken under everyone's metaphorical wings. Freckledfawns best friend is Poeticbliss, the two she-cats are often together. Warrior
