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.
Patrols are posted every few months to give those who wish to roleplay them enough time to finish. These are optional but encouraged threads! Have fun and feel free to guide the roleplay from the prompt whichever way you want.
Camelphoenix, on the other paw, had woken up early out of sheer excitement for the patrol. "Alright, everyone!" he chirped, loud enough that a flock of birds squawked in protest and flew our of their tree with a loud rustle of leaves. "It's true that I want to get the job done this morning, but what's most important here is that we all enjoy ourselves!" He gave the patrol a toothy grin, his snaggletooth glistening with an almost audible gleam.
Camelphoenix blinked. "Oh. Well, if it's singing you're looking for, then perhaps I could help?" he chirped, before coughing obnoxiously loud and taking a deep breath.
"NINETY-NINE BOTTLES OF MILK IN THE TREE NINETY-NINE BOTTLES OF MILK TAKE ONE DOWN AND PASS IT AROUND NINETY-EIGHT BOTTLES OF MILK IN THE TREE"
Camelphoenix looked around at the rest of the patrol, then grinned sheepishly. "...Does anyone want to keep it going?"
woofCleaver don't think u can hide from this patrol
The bronze tom emerged from the medicine cat's den, blinking sleepily at the other members of the patrol. These days, Ragingspire spent much of his time with the former deputy to help her recover. It was a long and difficult process, especially when she seemed unsure some days if she even wanted him there, but he persisted when he could.
He was not prepared for singing, but hey, he needed a distraction. "Ninety-eight bottles of milk in the tree, ninety-eight bottles of milk, take one down and pass it around, can we please begin the patrol now?" he asked hopefully.
"Wonderful singing, everyone!" Camelphoenix purred. "Well--you were just a little off pitch, Ragingspire, but--you know, I barely even noticed!" With that, the patrol set off to check the nearest border. "Everyone doing good? No one wants to stop and take a break? A snack break? I think that might technically be against the warrior code actually, okay no snack breaks."
