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.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 9, 2020 23:40:21 GMT -5
THE KITS: Centipedekit [crawl] - picture - TAKEN BY Consuela Dartkit [frog] - m - picture - TAKEN BY neverstarstar Deathkit [stalker] - picture - TAKEN BY circle Devilkit [cherry] - picture - OPEN Rosykit [bonnet] - picture - OPEN Toxickit [bird] - f - picture - TAKEN BY Phantom Yellowkit - m - picture - STILL BORN, SO DEAD. MUCH SAD.
I’ve included descriptions of their family in case you wanted to use that for their personalities, and family threads would be amazing c: if you want any dynamics specifically just let us know! Please be active with them as we will reclaim them if they aren’t added. Gender and personality are up to you, just let me know which gender you chose!
PARENTS: Stormsurge - f - strict, cold, loyal to winterclan >> neverforgotten. Basiliskvenom - m - loving, kind, cares for his family >> Phantom
OLDER SIBLINGS: Arcticpaw [chill] - m - deaf, um... >> Phantom Aurorashine - f - plain, aloof, brave >> neverforgotten. Northpaw [wind] - f - blind, friendly strong >> Phantom Polarblast - m - fierce, loyal to stormsurge, militant >> pao Tundrafreeze - m - anxious, unsure, confused >> neverforgotten.
Edited Apr 23, 2020 14:16:26 GMT -5 By neverstarstar
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 9, 2020 23:41:25 GMT -5
Stormsurge cried out one last time as the last kit was born. Earlybloom was beside her, licking the kit steadily. Immediately, the medicine cat noticed something was wrong and licked harder, one paw on the kit’s chest. Stormsurge had given birth to seven kits, a rather large litter, and the queen hadn’t noticed something was amiss in her exhaustion. After several more moments, Earlybloom sighed and looked at the tired queen with eyes full of emotion. “Stormsurge, I-I’m so sorry. But your last kit... he didn’t make it.”
The grey queen raised her head, eyes locking onto the dead kit, and she let out a broken-hearted cry. “No, no, no.” The cat looked around for Basiliskvenom, desperately, as though he could fix this.
Basiliskvenom had run as fast as he could to get back to camp, he had been on patrol when Wolfbee had found him and told him that his mate was giving birth to their kits, if only he could have run faster but alas by the time he arrived all the kits were laying at Stormsurges belly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get here soo--" his words cut off as he noticed the small kit laying beside Earlybloom, still and quiet, the pain on his loves face confirming his sudden fear. The large tom rushed to her side and curled around her, stroking her with his tail.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 10, 2020 0:09:51 GMT -5
[ all yours! ]
"He's dead," Stormsurge wailed, the usually stoic and serious cat seemed overwhelmed with emotion. She moved away from her surviving kits, instead trying to curl herself around her one still born kit.
Earlybloom touched her tail to the queen's shoulder and meowed softly, "you have six surviving kits who need you. And Asterblossom's litter as well. You're needed." But Stormsurge showed no sign of caring, instead tucking her kit against her and burying her face in the fur of her mate, his scent comforting her.
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