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 decadeโs 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.
{You blink your eyes tiredly. You lift your head to see your mother looking down on you. Your mother's face had a look of worry on it, which made you worried as well. You sit up in the nest you shared with your mother and asked,} "Why are you worried?" {Your mother grabs you by the back of the neck and ignores your protests and questions. Your mother quickly walks towards the camp entrance and into the forest. Your mother heads towards DayClan, but is stopped by your father. Your mother puts you down and your parents begin to argue.}
{You stare at your parents as they start to argue. Your father, Badgerclaw, hissed at your mother, Fidgetmask, in anger before your father launched himself at your mother. The two rolled around, snarling, clawing and biting each other. You cower behind a bush for a few minutes before your fear turned to anger. You ran up them and with a sharp, smooth voice, asked them to stop but it never worked. They kept at until you had enough and launched yourself at your father, who kicked her away and continued to fight your mother. You felt yourself hit a sharp rock. Your heard a snap and then sheering pain run up your leg.}
{You pass out as your parents finally break apart, running up to you, frantically, worried, their quarrel long forgotten as they focus on you. Your Father runs back to the camp as fast as he could and yoweled at the top of your father's voice that your father needed help. Your father stood panting, trying to catch your father's breath. Once your father did, your father told them what happened. You were finally waking up. Your head hurt, but your leg was screaming in pain. You tried to stand up, but you fell back onto the ground, unable to move. The sound of paw steps could be heard faintly, and then nothing as you pass out again.}