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.
Warning: Spelling and Grammar mistakes a head. I struggle with English, but try my best.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Aug 15, 2020 1:12:36 GMT -5
It was a quiet sunny day for Whisperingwhisper. Not just because she could not voice a word or sound, but because she was finally able to get out of camp. She completed the task of joining the morning hunting patrol and now found herself with a bit of free time. A light smile played on her black maw as she strolled through the forest of her memories. Oh how Whisperingwhisper wished that she could be young and clueless again.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Aug 15, 2020 22:50:08 GMT -5
Twisterpaw was close to becoming a garden keeper, and he had expected to be happier than he currently was. SummerClan was thriving, one impending battle aside, and he had his two friends and his sister. Yet he found himself roaming often, as though looking for something. He felt as though there was something driving him on these walks, he was searching.
Warning: Spelling and Grammar mistakes a head. I struggle with English, but try my best.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Aug 16, 2020 10:16:59 GMT -5
The scent of a near by Clanmate wafted to Whisperingwhisper's snoot. The small black feline paused in her steps, contemplating turning around to avoid a potentially unpleasant encounter. Deciding that it was worth the risk, the she-cat picked up her pace. Since she couldn't call out to announce her presents, Whisperingwhisper did her best to make noise by breaking branches or crunching leaves. She grimaced at the noise, praying to whoever's was listening in that her Clan-mate wasn't in the middle of a hunt.
