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  • ƈơʅɗƈʅʌɲ: "ƭɦє ɯɪɲɗ ƨƭɪɲʛƨ ơυɾ ƒυɾ ʅɪƙє ƒɪɾє αпɔ тσυcнεƨ συя нεαятƨ"


    ıптяσɔυcтıσп.
    [font=arial]Wisps of smoke pillowed from your breath as you moved through the barren tundra. The freezing cold wind tugged at your fur, ice crystals stinging your eyes, nose, and ears. Your paws felt as though they could fall off, and your stomach was entirely empty and twisted itself. Just when you thought you were about to die, you catch a flicker of movement somewhere ahead, but as you move closer, you can see nothing but another drift of snow. Suddenly a cat emerged from the heap, claws unsheathed and fangs barred. It pounced on you and toppled you over, but just as it was about to kill you, another cat pushed them aside and glared down at your with piercing eyes. "Be you friend or foe, outsider?" It asked in a calm, cruel voice. You quickly stated friend and told them of your condition, where they gladly took you to an opening that appeared on the other side of a giant frozen glacier, sun reflecting the dawn light off of it. Inside you met a kind young tom cat and his mate, where they asked you to join their clan. Enjoying the nice, filling prey and strange found warmth in small crevices under the glaciers, you accepted, and now find yourself as one of them.


    яεʟıɢıσп.
    [font=arial]Instead of believing in StarClan like the other clans, they believe in a heaven called AuroraSkies. They know that their ancestors are always with them, for every night they watch the lights dance across the sky, from blue, to pink, to green, and rarely ever to purple. The two leaders, the priest, and the priestess interpret the constant change in coloration and try to predict the future with them. Similarly to StarClan, AuroraSkies ancestors do not send direct messages, and the heavy weight of the clan's lives is balanced on their shoulders.


    яαпκƨ.
    [font=arial]Also quite different from the other clans, ColdClan's ranks are almost entirely made up of a caste-system and social classes. The highest possible rank to gain would be the King and the Queen Consort. The second highest rank would be the Priest and Priestess, who heal and tend to the injured. Middle class ranks include the Earl and the Lady who keep track of the clan's records, the guards who defend and fight for the clan, the hunter-gatherers who both look for herbs and prey, the mothers, kits, and the elders. The lowest possible ranks in the clan are the peasants who are capable of becoming spies for the high class, the beggars who plead for prey and such, and the prisoners who are to be either released at one point or executed. Since this is quite a cluster, below are the ranks (with the class written above them) along with who has obtained the fine glory of that position.


    [First Class: Royals. Advanced Form Only.]
    κıпɢ:
    King ______. Role player: None.


    ǫυεεп:
    Queen Feather (that floats on air). Role player: marmar1234.


    ρяıεƨт:
    Noble Shrillscream. Role player: тσиι¢.


    ρяıεƨтεƨƨ:
    Noble Sirenblaze. Role player: ғıcтıσпαʟ..


    [Middle Class: Commoners. * Semi-Advanced Form Required.]
    *εαяʟ:
    Earl ______. Role player: None.


    *ʟαɔч:
    Lady ______. Role player: None.


    ɢυαяɔƨ:
    Chronic. Role player: ♥ Сℓøνє ♥ .
    VenomAsh. Role player: WidowFang.


    нυптεя-ɢαтнεяεяƨ:
    SilentFrost. Role player: WidowFang.


    мσтнεяƨ & κıтƨ:
    Madam ______. Role player: None. Mate: None.
    (Young ______. Role player: None.)


    εʟɔεяƨ:
    Wise ______. Role player: None.


    [Third Class: Peasants. Regular Level Required With Effort.]
    ρεαƨαптƨ:
    None, open positions.


    вεɢɢαяƨ:
    Finny. Role player: ғıcтıσпαʟ..


    ρяıƨσпεяƨ:
    None, open positions.


    пαмε cнσıcε αпɔ тıтʟε αʟʟσтмεпт.
    [font=arial]Titles.


    Upon completing a great mission or further advancing among the social classes, a warrior shall be awarded a title in which he or she may display in any way they choose.


    ---Once a kit has reached an appropriate age to be training, they will be entitled "Young" to be said before their names. A kit who has not yet become an apprenticing age will not have this title yet, for they may believe this is a part of their name.


    ---After an apprentice has successfully passed their Final Exam and has chosen which path they which to take (guard or hunter-gatherer), their current title shall be dropped and replaced with either Captain, Hunter, or Huntress.


    ---If a warrior were to be birthed from the Priest and Priestess, they will automatically take up the title "Noble" and be continuously called this. The Priest and Priestess are the only cats capable of making the next generation of Priests and Priestesses. The way this works is that the Priest and/ or Priestess are swapped with yet another Priest/ Priestess to take up that position, and then it will be possible for the two to mate and have a kit. All litters between the Priest and Priestess always have one kit, but it is said that AuroraSkies chooses genetics from all the Priests and Priestesses to mix them together and create strange hybrid kittens, giving one to each pair.


    ---The King and the Queen's firstborn (preferably a dominant tom) will have the title "Earl" bestowed upon him. If the King and Queen have no sons, then the firstborn she-kit will be given the title "Lady", but the two royals will be highly questioning of who becomes her mate and will rule after they have passed on to AuroraSkies. Please remember that the Earl and/ or the Lady will have to be accepted or denied by the King and Queen, for they have given birth to one of the two titles. This rank will not be open until there is a King and a Queen. The royal-blooded kit's mate will be chosen at birth (as they do in the old times) and will therefor have to marry the chosen one, who is of another royal family from another clan. It is not uncommon to find the King and Queen's other kits to be separated and brought to other clans/ kingdoms with the same religion.


    ---After a she-cat has found that "special someone" and has mated with them, they will be sent to the nursery and given the title "Madam" in correspondence to treating them like royals without them actually being of high birth.


    ---At a certain age, the warriors will be able to retire and become elders, granting them the title "Wise" and they will be given a nice, relaxing last part of their life.


    ---Please notice that cripples will not become elders, and instead will become beggars.


    Names.


    Ever since the beginning of ColdClan, there have been a grand variety of names. Warrior names, loner names, rogue names, and sometimes even tribe names have been introduced. There are not many rules against naming someone, so anything is welcome.


    яυʟεƨ.
    [font=arial] ---Do not spam.
    ---Please try not to flood others and give them a chance to reply.
    ---At the same time, please try to keep this thread as active as you can. If someone does not react within a matter of five days, then you are able to move pass the limit of one page, so long as you are willing to provide a recap that explains everything clearly.
    ---Read over everything on this thread, from the introduction to the names, to the ranks and to the forms. You never know what you might need to understand later on.
    ---Big plots such as invasions, attacks (by wild animal), or anything of that matter are not to be put in action unless the entire clan agrees on it in a vote.
    ---Smaller plots such as incoming kits, marriage, etc. should still be told to me, but they can be put in action at any time the happy couple would like, but the marriage will be organized and placed into a wedding ceremony, with the whole clan attending and- depending on the current situations- even the other clans may attend.
    ---The whole idea of me writing a lot was to both establish a set of strict rules for you to follow (because I'm cruel like that xd) and to cover up the codeword that is absolutely necessary for me to accept your form. If you do not write "burn" in your other (in a sentence, please), then I will simply say "Declined, please read the rules." Now to make sure that I still have your interest, for those of you who didn't write the codeword the first time around, I do not want you to write "burn". Instead, I wish for you to write "observe" in your other, but this time you must include it in a role play example that is a paragraph long. I am being harsh on you because *apparently* you don't want to join this thread as bad as you had thought you did.
    ---Speaking about couples, mates, and kits, you can not be your own lover. I understand how many people want to have kits and a next generation oh so badly, but you will just have to let it slowly develop between two characters. It is alright for you to ask another player to be your *future* mate, but no constantly nagging about it or having suicidal thoughts spoken aloud because of that very reason.
    ---Try to include everyone. I can't stress this enough, for many people quit because they are being ignored. Take your time and slowly read through the posts to see if anyone is talking to you, if not, then carry on with your duties. If you are the person being excluded, please contact me and I will try to focus a bit more attention based upon your character.
    ---Please try to avoid double-posting. It gets very, very annoying and basically counts as flooding, in a way. Try to edit your post if you forgot to add something, and please remember to be literate in your replies, for that is what this whole clan was basically intended on.
    ---Cursing is allowed, just please use it at your own risk. Many children come on this site, so if you must, star out the vowels or say something in warrior-tongue, like fox-dung and mouse-brain.


    ---More rules may be added. Please, if you are confused by anything written above, contact me in a p.m. and I will try to explain it at my best. Also, please p.m. me if you have any plots you would like to start, such as a new clan moving in, a blizzard, or even a feast upon penguins!


    ғσямƨ.
    яσчαʟ ғσямƨ.

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px solid #000000; border-left: 6px dotted #0500a1; border-right: 6px dotted #e0e0e0; border-bottom: 0px solid black; border-radius: 60px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Gabriola; font-style: italic; font-size: 27px; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]Clove says....[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=1px; border-top: 1px dotted transparent; border-left: 1px dashed transparent; border-bottom: 1px dashed transparent; border-right: 1px dashed transparent;][align=left][font=Gabriola][size=11pt]Some people get an idea when they Dream. When they get that Dream, they Believe they can do it. Then when they finally try to Achieve that idea, they do. We can achieve anything if we try.
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    [font=arial]Username:
    ♥ Сℓøνє ♥
    Name:
    Chronic
    Rank:
    Guard
    Gender:
    Male
    Appearance:


    [font=arial]Personality:
    He is a kind, caring and loving tom. He has good manners, and is somewhat mature. Chronic loves hunting and watching apprentices train. He is a very loyal tom towards all higher ranks. Lower ranks he dislikes just a small bit, since he was one at one time. He is very curious about things, and very brave. He can be very rude and defensive if he needs and/or wants to.
    Crush:
    None at the time.
    Mate:
    None at the time.
    Kits:
    None.
    Other:
    Trust me, wasp strings can HURT!
    Roleplay Example:
    The blew harder and harder every passing second. Large raindrops pricked her face and pelt, just like needles. She squinted, trying to find shelter through the thick and heavy rain. She saw a large oak tree nearby, and made a run for it. As she ran at full speed, Wisp felt the raindrops stinging her face even more. She made it to the oak tree in a matter of seconds. The thick branches and leaves above sheltered her some, reducing the rain that fell on her. She frantically searched for somewhere to hide, but no solution was found.



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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px solid #000000; border-left: 6px dotted #0500a1; border-right: 6px dotted #e0e0e0; border-bottom: 0px solid black; border-radius: 60px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Gabriola; font-style: italic; font-size: 27px; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]Clove says....[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=1px; border-top: 1px dotted transparent; border-left: 1px dashed transparent; border-bottom: 1px dashed transparent; border-right: 1px dashed transparent;][align=left][font=Gabriola][size=11pt]Some people get an idea when they Dream. When they get that Dream, they Believe they can do it. Then when they finally try to Achieve that idea, they do. We can achieve anything if we try.
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    [font=Gabriola][size=12]Okay, thanks. Would you like me to invite some people, or would you rather wait? Either is fine with me.



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  • [font=arial]Username:
    тσиι¢
    Name:
    Shrillkit Shrillpaw Shrillscream
    Rank:
    Priest
    Gender:
    Tom
    Appearance:


    [font=arial]Personality:
    Shrillscream is...difficult to explain. This tom can be friendly to any cat he meets whether they are of the Royal rank or not. He doesn't mind talking to anyone and can sometimes talk their ears off but that is just the thing. He doesn't speak. It is not that he doesn't want to it is just that he is too afraid to do so. When he was born his voice was well a little above the average kit voice. He had the highest and the most squeakiest little voice. And as he aged most cats picked on him because his voice didn't seem to change it mellowed out a little but it still remained high like a young tom who never really hit maturity. So from being picked on for moons he kind of just shut his voice away and never spoke again. He just motions to this or that with his tail and tries to explain things the best way he can. He has a lot of energy in his body and he acts very excited most of the time but he can be humble and courteous to others and will help any cat in need. He has a shy side to him but it rarely comes out because he doesn't talk anyway and it usually only happens when he is around a cat he likes. A hot temper is a rare occasion for this tom but he can have one and sometimes that might push him to say a few words but that is extremely rare. Most cats wonder to his claws and some even say he made them out of ice but he was just born that way and the fact that they are serrated was not his fault either. His mother had the same claws and so he inherited them but most think it is because he gets into fights and wants to leave terrible wounds upon his opponents. But all together Shrillscream is a decent tom to be around and his voice is why he got his name.
    Crush:
    Developing Icly
    Mate:
    None
    Kits:
    None
    Other:
    Sting
    Roleplay Example:
    (This will have nothing to do with this clan)
    Waking up early Treason opened his midnight blue optics. His black fur was a little unkempt but he would fix that soon. Parting his muzzle, a loud yawn came from him and he was shoved a little for that by his den mate, Hackle. "Oh stop whining. I was just yawning." The black tom hissed as he cuffed the flaming ginger tom over his ear. That quickly turned into a scuffle as Hackle did not like to be woken up so early and was always cranky in the morning. The two rolled out of the den and into the center of the camp spitting and hissing until a hard hit to the head sent Treason away and another hard paw slammed Hackle in the face. The two young fighters snarled at the hits but once they saw who it was they crouched down and lowered themselves. "I-I'm so sorry Jag..." Treason spoke up first but another hard hit was sent to his face and pushed him back a little. "I have had enough of the two of you fighting all the time." Snarled the larger white tom with jet black legs. "I want both of you to leave....tonight." Both of the young toms' eyes widen in fear and disbelief but they could do nothing. This was the word of their leader.


    That night the full moon shown brightly in the sky and small bugs could be heard as if singing a lamenting cry for the two toms who were to leave the only home they ever knew. Hackle's fierce amber eyes locked on Treason's dark and dull blue ones as they padded out of camp. "Don't worry about it. We will find a better home than that one." The ginger tom was optimistic but Treason remained silent. After traveling what seemed like ages they stopped by a small stream. Hackle would try to talk to Treason but the black tom would say nothing. This worried him and he started to catch prey for his now friend. "Come on...you have to eat Treason." He mewed softly as he pushed a small fish toward him. Treason lowered his eyes to the fresh kill and shook his head. "I'm not hungry." Was his quiet reply. The other could do nothing more and that night they rested there beside the streams.


    Moons passed and during the travel Hackle watched as Treason slowly withered away. He tried to even force the black tom to eat but it was a fight he didn't want to risk being injured in. It broke his heart when he finally saw the young tom die of starvation and not like the fighter he had been born to be. He buried him underneath a sycamore tree and sat there for three whole days before he left off. Nothing more is known of where Hackle has gone and most say that the spirit of Treason still haunts him. The flaming tom blames himself for getting them thrown out of their home and he too may die next.

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  • [font=arial]Username:
    WidowFang
    Name:
    SilentFrost
    Rank:
    Huntress
    Gender:
    She-cat
    Appearance:


    [font=arial]Personality:
    SilentFrost is a very silent she-cat, she rarely speaks or makes a nose. She can be playful with her friends, if she has any, however she is very strict and calm. The total opposite of her sister. She is very skeptical and never likes beggars, she can treat the prisoners like dirt, but she can be very caring. When she talks, her voice is small, and she is very careful with whatever she does.
    Crush:
    N/A
    Mate:
    N/A
    Kits:
    N/A
    Other:
    Her sister is VenomAsh.
    Roleplay Example:
    * "Mother! Mother!" Silentkit cried, tears streamed down her face, making little shards of ice on her fur. Silentkit stared at the forest below the mountain, her eyes stared in horror at her Clan, everything she knew, was now burning down, nothing she could do." Mother! Stop playing! This isn't funny! Please mother! Answer me!" She shrieked towards the heap of burning wood. Silentkit felt her knees buckled from under her, letting her fall into the snow.


    She let herself sob, her fur ruffled and stained with the ashes of her Clan.Mother, please. Please mother, I need you, Venomk- She snapped out of her thoughts, her sister was missing." Venomkit! Where are you!" She yowled to the remaining forest. Shooting to her legs, she started to run down the mountain, back to the burning camp.


    Adrenaline pushed Silentkit forward, right in the face of danger. Her tears gone, determination flashed in her eyes, so did a flick of horror." Venomkit, this is for Venomkit, for mother, for father." Silentkit hissed to herself. She stopped in front of the former camp entrance, taking a deep breathe of clean air, she ran inside. Silentkit's white fur was now night-black, her knees bended she tried to stay under the smoke. Her blue eyes stung terribly. Silentkit yelped at the flames appearing in front of her, shaking her head, a snarl appeared on her face.


    Jumping anywhere where there is no fire, she made her way to the nursery. The last time she saw Venomkit. She felt herself becoming dizzy, all the smoke that entered her lungs burned with every breathe she took. Yet fear and determination drove her on to find her sister. I looked around the half-burnt nursery, spotting a pitch-black kit.Venomkit. Images of her purplish sister shoot thru her head, making her tear up once again.


    She shook her head, grabbing Venomkit's neck fur, tasting the bitter taste of ashes. Gagging, she ran-jogged out of the nursery, back to the mountain. She dropped Venomkit into the snow, turning away she spat out the ashes in her mouth, the horrid taste made her gag even more. Silentkit turned back to Venomkit's pitch-black fur. She seemed to still, so cold, yet rugged and short breathes escaped her mouth, making Silentkit smile. Tears streamed down her face once more, taking away some of the ashes, sitting next to Venomkit's unconscious body, she shoved her muzzle into her fur." I love you." She whispered, her voice small and rugged, the terrifying images flashed thru her mind over and over, some will stay with Silentkit, and she will take them to her grave.



    [font=arial]Username:
    WidowFang
    Name:
    VenomAsh
    Rank:
    Guard.
    Gender:
    She-cat.
    Appearance:


    [font=arial]Personality:
    VenomAsh is very serious, she is strict and will never-ever let anything slide. She sticks close to her sister whenever she has time to. She defends everything with honor, she wont do foolish things unless she finds them useful. She can be loud and funny, yet her sister winces at loudness, around her sister she tries to be very calm.
    Crush:
    N/A
    Mate:
    N/A
    Kits:
    N/A
    Other:
    Barnacles. (I know you said to put it in to the example, but I wont because the example is long 0_0)
    Roleplay Example:


    "Come on Silentkit! We wont make it anywhere if we don't get past the forest!" Venomkit stomped her foot, she let her anger run threw her. Silentkit stared wide-eye at her sister." No! What if they're another wildfire! What if I lose you." She semi-yelled. Venomkit gave her sister a death stare. She wished she could go, yet she would never leave her only kin left." Silentkit!" Venomkit wailed." Can we just get threw the forest! We'll be out by Moon-high! I promise!" Silentkit looked at her sister, uncertainty and fear glistened in her dark blue eyes." It's going to storm, we can't go, we go thru the meadow, that's final." Silentkit mumbled loud enough for her furious sister to hear.


    Venomkit snarled." The forest is only three hours walking, the meadow is two days to get threw it! It's logic, Silentkit! Logic! Let's go the shortest way! After that we get to the other Clan! FrozenClan or FrostyClan or whatever!" Silentkit marched up to her sister, nose to nose with her, anger rolled off of the two kits in waves." We are NOT going into that forest! I am NOT going in there! Everything can happen Venomkit, we had a bad runner up with luck already, I don't need more dirt on us!" Silentkit screeched.


    "Go to the darn meadow then! Am going into the forest, good-bye!" Venomkit stormed off into the forest, leaving her shocked sister alone." Venomkit, get back here!" Silentkit yowled." I wont hunt for you anymore." She shrieked." So? I can live thirty days without eating, good, mother of Skies sake!" Venomkit spat back.


    Silentkit followed hesitantly into the forest, after her sister. After three minutes, Silentkit caught up with Venomkit at a steady past." I swear once we get to that Clan I WILL kill you." Silentkit growled to her sister. Venomkit had an arrogant smirk plastered on her muzzle." You can't, your the hunter and the fighter." Silentkit growled, shoving Venomkit aside she walked quicker." Hey! Silentkit! Wait you furry kit!" Venomkit ran after her sister, yelling at her the inter time.

  • Alright then, accepted. Today I am sick, so I will have it up some time before or on Monday.


    **Edit: Posted the link on the first post.

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  • [font=arial]Username:
    marmar1234
    Name:
    Feather That Floats on Air
    Rank:
    Queen
    Gender:
    Female
    Appearance:


    [font=arial]Personality:
    Feather, is a very kind she cat and is respected amongst all. She is fierce in battle, but gentle towards her clan. She is very organized and can be very firm when need be. She has a very calm demeanor and rarely gets angry. She has the spirit of a wolf running wild and free.
    Crush:
    none
    Mate:
    whoever the king is
    Kits:
    none
    Other:
    Feather sat in her den. She had a wild imagination as a kit and sometimes she had liked to imagine the sea, with its manybarnacles and multi colored fish. She remembered dreaming about it and she had thought it was a message from auraura skies. She never found out if that were true or not but, she had always remembered that dream. She had been able to feel the waves lapping over her fur and the cold of the water chilling her to the bone. She had heard strange gray creatures with long noses clicking and wind whistling, and she had seen the sunset turning the water every shade of red and orange. It had been the most beautiful thing on earth to her.
    Roleplay Example:
    Feather padded amongst the clan of cats. She looked up at the night sky above as the stars glimmered like spots of ice, and then it was there. The lights of aurauraskies dancing through the air. The colorful show shining down on them giving them comfort and love. She sat down watching as the colors faded from the sky saying goodbye to their clanmates for the night.
    Later, at moonhigh, she padded out to see a white bear outside the camp. It was so thin, she almost felt bad for it but, she shook herself out of it. These bears were deadly predators, and even the strongest of cats couldnt defeat one. But she stayed, hidden behind a snowdrift, she watched as it padded around weakly before collapsing, and she felt something pierce her heart. She realized these bears only wanted to survive just like them.

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  • Er, that isn't the right word you were supposed to write (for now I have to change the words since a lot of people aren't really reading the rules...) Also, please remember to capitalize and check your punctuation. Sorry to be strict, but the rank Queen has to be advanced, meaning that mostly everything in your form and post has to be at least 90% correct.

  • But when i read the rules it said barnacles? And i read through it all which took forever? And ok i will go. Back and edit once im o a computer because at the moment im on an ipod but can you reserve the spot until i get the chance? Please?

  • Oh sorry i read it wrong so if you dont write sting you write barnacles. I thought you were saying that you were just kidding so write barnacles. Oh sorry i misread that


  • i edited it still not sure if its good enough but i did my best