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.
Soaringdawn had been looking around the makeshift camp. His eyes held hope to every cat he made eye contact with before clouding with doubt. By the time he got the courage to talk to someone it was evening. The white Scottish fold got up and approached Azura slowly, "Um. Azura, I was wondering if I could talk to you," He said.
She seemed like a good choice. She wasn't loyal to SunClan, she was loyal to DayClan and she wasn't born there like him... That was enough in common to ask for personal advice hopefully... Because who else was he supposed to go to in a time like this? He wasn't sure if he could talk to his family about the subject that was on his mind. Soaringdawn was almost too much to look at. His fur was perfectly fluffy, his ears were permanently folded and his amethyst gaze was wide staring up innocently towards Azura.
Azura was enjoying her day, rather enjoying it a much as she could being held captive in a fanatic cult run by an egotist with something prove. In other words, she was busy counting how many clouds rolled over the Sun since she woke up. Her count: 0. What the heck was this place? Did the High Priestess scare away the clouds or something?
Upon hearing the Emissary's voice she looked down from the sky and to the feline. Though not all directed at him, her light brown optics revealed a mix of annoyance and frustration. Her tail swished bac and forth, scattering the few fallen leaves in the prison into the wind. "You can, but I wouldn't listen to my own advice most of the time. You'd have better luck asking someone else." He was disgustingly perfect. It was hideous to look at. Was there not a single scar on his body? The former combatant fought the urge to strike him across the nose just to ruin the kitten face he somehow retained into adulthood.
Soaringdawn knelt down his white body beside Azura looking like a winter spirit forming out of the snow, "I'm in love with a SunClan cat, her names Whitemagnolia. But I can never join SunClan, my loyalty is to StarClan and they would never allow that part of me to join. I don't think she'd ever join DayClan though, is it fair to love her, to make her never love anyone else, but me even though we'd remain separate and likely die and never see each other in the after life? There's so many problems, but I've never felt this way towards anyone in DayClan. I don't know if I'd ever love anyone else if I don't take a leap of faith. What do you think I should do, Azura?"
