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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STARLINGSHINE roleplayed by woof <i>Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.</i> Starlingshine never meant to kill her father. If she'd given herself the opportunity to explain herself, she might have learned that it was never her fault to begin with, but everlasting guilt has created an impossible gulf separating her from redemption. Always the problem child, she was destined to have gotten herself or someone else killed eventually, wasn't she? A MoonClan native, she was born to Cinderswirl and Twilightrune, legacy warriors of their clan, and had an inseparable, chaotic bond with her younger brother, Rookspire, though the two couldn't have been more different than the other. Where her brother was responsible and level-headed, Starlingshine was never where she was supposed to be, never doing what she was meant to, never applying herself or working hard, never advancing in clan status or honoring her family. She earned herself an early reputation as a problem child and bane of all patrols; often, they had to rescue her from some situation she'd gotten herself into, either surrounded by venomous snakes or edging her hind paws against a predator's fangs or at the deadly end of a hunter's rifle, staring down the barrel of his gun. That all ceased after the incident, the Great Before. <i>Before</i> she killed her father. <i>Before</i> she fled her clan. <i>Before</i> she abandoned any pretense of family. <i>Before</i> she found out she was pregnant, pregnant for the tom she'd snuck out to see that day: the reason she was climbing up to WinterClan as an avalanche ripped down the mountainside, eager to claim her life. Shattered and skittish now, she creeps through the darkness with her head low, quieter than a dormouse and lighter than the wind- and that's just how she came to NightClan, with no farfare, blaring horn or welcoming committee. She came in silent and sudden, no trace of scent on her smoky fur or recognition in her split eyes. There was simply NightClan before Starlingshine and NightClan after, but the line that divides the two is as blurry as the tabby marks brushed through her pelt and she says little about the Great Before. Is it a secret or self preservation? warrior
SATYRSONG roleplayed by faeish A black oriental shorthair with yellow eyes. He is quite the promiscuous creature and tends to flirt with both sexes. Satyrsong is a bit of a happy-go-lucky guy that loves to have a good time all the time. He will always try to see the light in every situation and sway others to see the same. Some would say he is an odd personality matched with an odd appearance. Despite the disdain some feel towards his party sort of lifestyle, Satyrsong never lets others’ opinions get him down. To him it is always better to be who you are rather than water yourself down so others will like you better, and he tries to instill this same mindset in his children. warrior
WENDIGOKIT / HOAX roleplayed by faeish A silky black tom whose facial features are slightly like his father’s, an oriental shorthair, except more refined with the same yellow eyes. He also has long fur accompanied by a bulky body shape and long sharp claws. A dark and mysterious aura seems to shroud this large tom. Paired with this is a deep smooth voice, one that isn’t used often but will leave you with a haunting feeling. Wendigohoax often goes here and there on his own; not to say others aren’t close by. The strange tom has a hobby of following and watching others from a distance, learning their habits; good or bad. He is certainly more of an observer than anything else and is eerily good at blending in with the background. Let’s just say you may not always be alone, even if you think that you are. Danger lurks in the shadows. Kit
KITSUNEKIT / FIRE roleplayed by childe She burns bright like her orange pelt and flaming eyes, fierce and intelligent in their fire. Kitsunefire does not shy from a fight though she is not a fool to rush in either. Loyal to those she gifts her heart to she fights her hardest for them and never wavers in her devotion to them. Foxes are often thought of tricksters but just because one is a trickster does not mean they cannot also be steadfast in their believes and in themselves. With adaptability comes change, but those skilled enough will also keep the core of themselves safe and unwavering. Just as Kitsunefire has through her growth; raised during unsteady times there were many times were she wavered and her flames flickered and almost went out but she kept her fire burning through the worst of it and refused to loose her light. kit
AGRESTALKIT / flower roleplayed by childe The bad die last. They have to stay around to the end after all, because what is a story without the villain. And what is a villain that hasn't been misunderstood at their core. Agrestalflower often thinks of himself as this villain, often prescribed the role of the antagonist in disputes or disagreements. So much so that he has gotten used to this role, used to playing this part with a flair even if it wears on him and dulls him down. You see at the heart of things he's got a good heart, a sweet outlook. But as with most things it never gets told, never gets written out and is instead hidden away. Because no matter how good his heart is he still prioritizes himself and his reputation enough that it is often all others see in him. His personality edges towards confidence so steadfast in himself and with an eccentric flair that others tell him he's overconfident. His response to these observations is often a sarcastic quip that he is always ready to deliver. It gets him dubbed as mean and he simply raises a perfectly groomed brow and huffs in dismissal. He has always considered himself somehow above others, looking towards those around him and always finding them lacking in something. Even if it is something as simply as lacking in appearance; it is enough for him to judge them. Agrestalflower value his appearance and cleanliness enough that to see others dismissing it or letting it fall to the wayside sends his lip curling. This daintiness has earned him many a monikers that are less than kind and it rolls off his back like water off a ducks back. As long as his sense of self is firm so is he, and he rarely wavers. kit
Bloodcold’s life is one of hardship, disappointment and tragedy. She was the only surviving kit out of her siblings, Darknesskit (Brother Stillborn), Shadekit (Sister; Stillborn), at birth. Her parents were cruel and mean. They taught her from the time she could eat, and walk, that she had to learn to defend and take care of herself. They often abused her, mentally and then physically as an older kit.
Bloodcold became aloof, Stoic and unmoving. She was so abused that she became detached from the other kits and cats around her. When she was hurt or in pain, she never showed any signs of it, bearing it alone and quietly.
Over the years, she become unmoving in her ways, and thinking. Once her mind is set, there is no way to change it. She frequently hunts alone and when in battle she fights for her life, even coming close to killing another cat at times.
Bloodcold, hates cats who can’t even take care of themselves, she sees that as a sign of weakness, and something she thinks doesn’t belong in her Clan. She scoffs at cats who always ask for help, or need help. She is a cat who loves to fight and will pick a fight simply for the fun of it.
Bloodcold isn’t a StarClan believer, she is heavily a believer in the Dark forest. She believes that the strong should survive, at whatever cost. Be it killing the weak members of the Clan, or banishing them. She loves to spy and act as a messenger, carrying out interrogations, torture, and executions for the most evil of cats in her Clan, even her Leader, or herself.
She hates cats outside her Clan, even half-Clan and looks down on them. She is a pure-blooded NightClan Cats, born from two NightClan warriors, who were evil. She wishes to uphold the Dark Forest Code and to find a mate just as twisted and mean as she is to raise kits to be evil.
FROGSMILE roleplayed by biyuu Black tom with big green eyes and a wide smile. He is Frogsmile. This is his Clan. He eats the bug. This is the end. He loves you. warrior
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fox if you dont let me add this character with this exact bio i'm going to sue nightclan
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Post by Darkness on Feb 21, 2022 17:52:26 GMT -5
ROTTENPAW / FOX roleplayed by darkness
A cat who was rotten to the core. He was born to Deepshadow, and Murkyhollow Rottenfox was given his name at three moons. His parents never wanted kits and he was then only one, so they named him Rottenkit, to remind him that he was their Rotten luck. From the time he was three moons old and up until his apprenticeship, his parents, often left him bleeding, beaten and starved. They forced him to learn to hunt grasshoppers, weak birds, and other small animals, before he was even an apprentice. They wanted him to be strong and fit for his clan, not soft and weak.
Rottenfox's parents though before he became an apprentice, were killed by a group of gang of rogues as they were hunting for the clan. Rottenfox is scarred emotionally, cunning, strategic, stealthy, and always has dark unthinkable suggestions. Rottenpaw became an apprentice of NightClan and the Dark Forest. He trained to become the best and most powerful, dangerous cat that he could be. Rottenfox is a cat who doesn't settle for the good girls, he goes for the bad ones. He will raise his kits to be bad as well. He hopes to one day make his name famous, feared and often spoken. Rottenfox, will kidnap stray kits, kill Mothers or Fathers who are too weak to care for their kits and take them. He will torture trespassers, either letting them live, but with a deep wound to remember him by, or he will take you to a cave and and torture you so badly and that your near death and then he will let you go, to find your way back to your home or to die away from the ones you love.
He is an asset for the Clan's new Leader, though he has yet to prove himself. He loves to experiment, and often or not that is what he does to the prisoners or cats he captures. His paws are usually stained with blood, from all the torture and killing that he has done. He will do whatever it takes to become a dark evil Prince of the Dark Forest, even killing those he loves or seems to love. He has no love in his heart, only Darkness. A Darkness that started as a kit and now grows, every day. Maybe one day instead of being 'the Dark Knight and Prince." He will become the "Dark King", but first he must prove himself 'The Dark squire", the apprentice ready to learn from the Knight or King, to be Evil.
Rottenfox is a brown tabby tom-cat with dark stripes and bright hazel eyes. His body is full of scars and wounds, blood stains cover his paws. His eyes are always narrowed, giving him an evil look. After all he is rotten to the core and will live up to his name even after he has died and joined the ranks of the Dark Forest!
Leopardclaw was born to Jaquarbristle and Clawstorm. Two warriors who where deeply devoted to their Clan until they were killed when Leopardclaw turned 3 moons old, by some of Kier's Loyalists, due to them following Aspenstar, the previous leader of NightClan. Leopardclaw watched as they dragged her parents away, and slaughtered them in front of her. Then she was raised by the rest of the Clan.
Leopardclaw, even as a cat who hasn't quite fully developed, Leopardpaw is a good-looking young She-cat. Her body is built for climbing as well as defense, but she isn't too burly or large that she becomes overpowering. Her face is angled and shaped like that of a full grown she-cat and her white whiskers poke out far from her face. Her nose is a dark shade of red and is surrounded by a layer of black that fades into her fur. As for her pelt color itself, she is a mix of many shades of tan, orange, and light brown, giving her just the start of her leopard name. Adding to the effect of her name even more so, she is covered in both black and dark brown spots and stripes, ranging in size and shape. Her face, legs, and tail are primarily accented with stripes while her torso is covered in large dapples. The back of her ears are a dark brown, her eyes and chin are lined with white, and her eyes themselves are a bright shade of yellow.
Leopardclaw is someone who very self-assured. She knows what she wants and knows how to get it, even if it hurts someone else. She would push and shove others aside to reach her goals. She is a formidable fighter and is very skilled in offensive attacks. She is also extremely action oriented, if talking doesn't work, well she would bet her life on it, her claws and teeth will do the trick. She is known for hurting, maiming and killing cats and other animals who have doubled crossed her or her Clan. She even kills for the joy of seeing the life dim out of someone's eyes. The thrill of them struggling to hang on, even through they knew they were going to die.
Leopardclaw is a cat to be feared and respected. She may not follow the ways StarClan and the Warrior Code, but she does follow a Code and Ancestors - The Dark Forest. She hides it though, and very well. She is devoted to her Clan and would do anything for them, even kill or die. Leopardclaw is a terrible prey hunter, but an excellent tracker, fighter and killer. She has no time for hunting prey, as she is always seen tracking and hunting down offenders. She has no want for kits or a mate. Her only goal in life is to weed out the weak cats, kill the ones who try to hurt her Clan, and reach for the goal of being Leader and to continue the terror she has helped to bring alive.
Leopardclaw is extremely suspicious or distrustful of others, not knowing what side they are on, whether they follow the Dark Forest or StarClan, or whether they follow their Leader or not. When talking with others she makes very intense eye contact, so much that it usually freaks them out. When she is thinking about something, she often Paces back and forth, until she is has a plan or thought. When she is threatening someone she uses her claws, either lightly holding their head to look at her, or pressing them into their necks, while forcing them to stare at her, until they have given her what she wants. Leopardclaw fears that she is a failure to her Clan and The Dark Forest.
DRUZYPRINCE roleplayed by goldcrest There was a part of himself he left behind, with the lives of his sisters, his mother, his father; the softness, the anxiety, the thirst for useless knowledge and the arrogance. He was not supposed to be feeling, he was not supposed to be attached. Only the first few moons of his life were spent in priceless luxury and innocence, the rest he was trained as a soldier, a killer, a bodyguard, and a devotee. He holds himself taut and intimidating, with thin, wiry gray fur and narrowed green eyes, always set in a scowl, but truly he is a softie underneath. He likes books, he likes learning, he’s clumsy, he’s good-natured, and yet it is all something he has hidden for the benefit of others, for those things wouldn’t get him far in the path his paws were set on. The Prince, son of the E’tan and a two-time proxy, their shoes were always much too big to fill, and he always found himself fumbling in their tracks, and with the looming of a familial curse he sought external help. The devil's tongue was a silvery, tricky thing, promising to teach him, to build him, to help him, and he couldn't be denied; beholden ever since, he developed somewhat a reliance. He was nothing without the serpent in his ear. For the most part, Druzyprince keeps to himself, a solitary, quiet tom who, despite his apparent confidence and intelligence, fumbles in social situations, though he wouldn’t shy away if anyone asked him to explain something — he likes teaching as much as he likes learning, but he’s always been the student, the follower — and he has a certain snarkiness to him, sardonic jokes and sarcastic quips here and there, the occasional willful arrogance, still believing he, in some part, is better despite it being drilled into his head otherwise. His face has a particular triangular shape, with a set scowl on his sloped features and wide, large ears that still seem too big for him, despite his stature.
rank: Cutest Little Guy Gay EVER
fox literally add me this instant or i WILL be revolting
MAGPIEKIT / MAGPIEMENACE roleplayed by achromatic One for sorrow, two for joy. Magpie was born out of love between two lost souls. A litter desired in a time of undesired violence when all hope seemed to be lost. To get to where the story begins, we have to start with another story. Three for a girl, and four for a boy. Sagebristle was a girl, Moonblight was a boy; could they make it anymore obvious? His parents were a classic story of enemies to lovers, two apprentices in a training pair that learned everything from one another, including love. Thus, he and his siblings were created. Five for silver, six for gold. Magpiemenace has his father's darker silver furs, striped like his mother's, and both of his parents' golden eyes, all dressed up like a king of his own right. The spitting image of those deemed to be traitors to the clan he was born to. Growing up, he was told his mother was dead and his father a traitor, leaving his own blood behind like a coward in the night. Seven for a secret, never to be told. To protect his siblings, he buried his heart deep within, and with it, everything he learned and everything he felt. Borne of a cursed line, he always felt like an outcast, even if it wasn't for the dirty little secrets whispered around the camp. Somber and sarcastic, his barbed wires and jagged fences were built to keep everyone out with a facade of a purposeful bad boy with a devil-don't-care attitude. Eight for a wish, all he ever wanted was to be enough, nine for a kiss, a goodbye kiss was the last thing he saw when his family broke apart, and ten for a bird you must not miss, and if you trust anything true about Magpiemenace, it is that despite his silent rage, and the violence he baptises himself in, once he's gone you're sure to miss him.
kitnapped by ki(t)er (haha, laugh, I demand it) stardewsexual
STARWKIT / DISAPPOINTMENT roleplayed by childe They say a mothers love is unconditional, but what of that of a fathers? Does their love come with conditions and stipulations? Strawdisappointment would say it does, he would say that growing up his fathers love could not be extended to him because his own failure in meeting those conditions. His own eye color disqualified him from contention for his fathers affections well before his personality could win it back. Not that his personality would win him anything in Kier's eyes. No, his hesitant words and anxious fretting as a kit won him nothing but disdain in the eyes of some and pity in the eyes of others. Often he contributes his happy moments in his younger years solely to his sisters. Who did their best to help bolster him though even that grew suffocating in time. At times the only peace he felt was in the quiet moments were he retreated to isolated places where his solitude was guaranteed. There is peace in loneliness after all, but there is also pain. Being alone never felt right, sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right. He fights with the desire for approval, torn between seeking validation and spurning that sort of dependence. All Strawdisappointment wants it to be more than his name, more than his blood, more than his father thought he could ever be.
lovely kids you have there would be a shame if i were to ... torment them! adding loves <3
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DUSKPAW / HAUNTING roleplayed by goldcrest Twilight is when the sun sinks, when the rays hit the earth one final time, as if its last breath, and the sky is blue, gold, and pink. Dusk is the time after that, when only a hint of the hues that once were remaining in the aftermath. The shadows are longer with the reminiscent light, it’s dark and gloomy. She’s always been attached to it, not only because it was her namesake, but because she liked the quiet, dull atmosphere, the solitude it seemed to bring. Duskhaunting’s fur is a dusty, pale brown, leading to bold, darker shades of chocolate brown edging her face, her ears, and the tips of her front paws. Her eyes are reflective of the dying sun, a deep, dim yellow, carrying the darkness of her childhood and the memories she is forced to live with. Haunted, for that same look, haunted for the fact that she seems to bring bad luck wherever she goes, that it doesn’t matter who she gets close to, they are always taken too quickly from her grip. It led to a confusing clinginess and need to keep her distant, of hating being alone and feeling it’s the only thing that seems to work out. She’s pessimistic, gloomy, and cold, though not entirely unkind. Truthfully, she has a fearful aversion of violence, edging on a phobia, and can’t stand the thought of blood or raising her claws against another. She hates the feeling of her own, and so she bites them as short as she can get them and resists the urge to pull them out. She’s attempted to be vegan once — it didn’t work out. Her anger and bitterness festers, she takes the world around her as if they were enemies, and acts of kindness are hard to trust. Her features are worn, she always looks tired, most inconveniences are met with a long, shaky sigh and a slight shake of her head, as if she expected it all to happen but was still disappointed anyway. She anticipates nothing short of disaster at all times.
