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!
News & Updates
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.
Commissioner Ashley was gnawing at the root of a tree peacefully. His blond fur was ragged and one of his eyeballs was dangling out of its socket. His throat had a black sludge pouring out from it creating a sticky inky puddle around himself. There was no prey in the Dark Forest and although he had eternal hunger sometimes gnawing at the roots made him forget about it. His ear twitched slightly, something felt off. The wind had changed and before he realized what exactly was happening a tom fell on top of him. Usually cats formed out from the shadows, but this guy just plummeted on top of him. Ashley's one, still kind of intact blue eye looked back at him, "Get. Off," He said as nicely as he possibly could.
He was already eternally bleeding and with the most horribly sight anyone could imagine. He wasn't blind, he could still see out of his drooped eye and through the eye still in its socket. Because of this his view was altered, it was utter hell.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
2,396 posts
Post by uniqcrim on Dec 21, 2018 17:28:09 GMT -5
Russetdawn scrambled up clumsily, taking far too long to get to his paws as he drew in deep great breaths in order to try and catch his breath-which is hard to do with a big gaping hole in your neck. "Where am I?" He asked in panic, ears pressed back against his head as his green eyes wildly searched the clearing. Everything was dark and loomed over him, the shadows shifting and he was just waiting for one to jump out at him.
What had happened? It took a moment before he remembered that beautiful red sunflower being covered in crimson and a sudden flash of pain. There was blood everywhere and he convulsed before ending up here. Had he... died? A sudden realization washed over him. Oh god, this wasn't Starclan. "Why am I here?" He wailed loudly in horror, what could he have possibly done to end up here? Was it the loner he had been seeing recently? He couldn't imagine, lots of cats had out of clan affairs and went to Starclan. Maybe it was his intent to fool Sunclan for survival? He wasn't sure how that ended him up here but he sure didn't like it.
Finally, as if lost in his own world, he noticed the grotesque cat covered in endless sludge and whose eyes were popping out of his head. It was disgusting and if Russetdawn had anything in his stomach he might have retched right there and then. "Who are you?" He asked suspiciously, claws sliding out as his hiss ended in a cough.
"I'm Commissioner of Ashley, second in command of Toxicity," He looked the tom up and down, "But you're probably a little young to know about a place like that. What are you a ghost?"
Ashley circled Russetdawn, he wasn't a StarClan cat, didn't sparkle, but he wasn't like him either. Still had the wounds, but lacked the darkness, "You're a ghost," His eyes narrowed, a ghost was someone who didn't belong because they hadn't accepted their fate. Well... In a usual circumstance. The tom shouldn't even be here, still should be trapped in the waking world, not in the Dark Forest. Ghosts could exist in the Dark Forest, but they were always kicked out and once a ghost was out casted there was no returning and he had never even seen this guy before, "How did you get here?"
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
2,396 posts
Post by uniqcrim on Dec 21, 2018 23:49:23 GMT -5
"I-I-I don't know. I am Russetdawn of Dayclan. Foxstar... she-she..." He never imagined that he would be smited down by the leader of Sunclan. Then again, he had never particularly imagined his death either If anything, he expected it to be a simple one in battle or maybe from old age, long after he had finished his duties as a warrior, maybe had a few kits, the boring and average life. Yet the young warrior now found himself dead and banished to Starclan. Here sat an old Commissioner from a group he had only heard old legends of, asking him if he was a ghost. What did that mean? Wasn't he supposed to go to Starclan? He honestly couldn't understand.
"She killed me. Why am I in this place? I am no murderer and I've never done anything wrong. I'm supposed to be in Starclan, I think. Are mistakes like this normal?" His mind was going off a thousand words and minute and his mouth was closely following that pace as well.
"Oh, you're one of those weirdos. Yeah the Sun God or whatever sent you here. Don't know why he doesn't make his own hell instead of sending us these dimwitted cats like you that are barely sinful. Guess it's a new stage of hell down here for demons like myself. Guess you can make yourself comfortable," Commissioner Ashley muttered.
He turned around, but his dangling eye looked back at him, curiously as he began to pad away.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
2,396 posts
Post by uniqcrim on Jan 7, 2019 21:05:31 GMT -5
Russetdawn's tail was tucked between his legs and his red ears flattened on his skull at the cats words. "W-wait, is there a way out of here?" He called. For once the Dayclan warrior was unsure of himself. Was he still considered a Dayclan warrior in the afterlife? He didn't really feel dead. It felt like he was in a dream. Weren't dead cats supposed to be like all knowing or be able to have spectral knowledge beyond that of other cats? He couldn't be certain.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 12, 2019 12:46:06 GMT -5
"Not that I've found." The voice came from a she-cat, one of the so called 'dimwitted' cats who'd ended up here purely because of not following a deity as much as said deity thought she should. She was a bright orange cat, one with extraordinarily fluffy fur, and a rather vain expression, as though the tom before her were utterly beneath her. Then again, she'd spent a long time in this place, and had always been trouble anyway, so she'd eventually fit the mold of the Dark Forest, not that she'd been too out of place initially. She was even corrupting the youth now! With the help of Wormwood, of course.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
2,396 posts
Post by uniqcrim on Jan 12, 2019 17:15:17 GMT -5
The russet red tom spun around to look at her. She was bright and seemed much more out of place, standing out strongly against the trees and the shadows in the background. "So... I'm stuck here?" His heart sank. He had always wanted to die in battle, protecting his clan, and then pass on to Starclan where he could meet the family he had never known and hunt endlessly among the stars with fallen clanmates. Not even the loner he had come to fall for could follow him into the Dark Forest. He would never get to know the unborn kits in her belly, never be a father, he could not even see them from this dense and dark forest and a pit of grief caused his chest to clench.
"Actually, you could kill a StarClan cat, take their grace and allowed a second chance by being reborn again. But, I never tried, I just want to be a StarClan cat, but it's too much to dream to be an angel like her," Ashley shrugged looking over the dark horizon before going back to chewing on his tree root, "Or. I guess you could knock out a StarClan cat on their way to StarClan and mentor some apprentice in DayClan. A few of us have done it. If I found humor in things I'd find it extremely hilarious."
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
2,396 posts
Post by uniqcrim on Apr 4, 2019 0:22:09 GMT -5
The tom shifted his paws, unsure about the options suggested to him. Killing a Starclan cat did not seem like the right way to gain entrance to the place where he believed that he truly belonged and knocking them out really didn't either. "Are there no ways that... well... don't involve killing or violence?" Then again, was he really asking that to a Dark Forest cat of all cats he could possibly ask about not killing. Was it possible he was the only one in this place who had never killed a cat, not even in battle or accidentally?
"I don't know, beg? I wanted to be with my love, Izkra, but when she died they had long forgotten about who I was and why I was in the Dark Forest. I was old evil and releasing me into StarClan was far too great of a risk for them to take on so they abandoned my case and let me remain here. You're new, now's your time to swallow your pride and beg entrance," Ashley shrugged, "Good luck."
Although Ashley had failed to mention where exactly Russetdawn could go to see StarClan.