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    I' thinking of making 6-7(Maybe 8) clans based off of the Supernatural Characters. Of curse, each of the cats above with lead, with Sam and Dean leading together or having Deputy type relationship, or even each with their own group. Bobby could be a part of Sam and Dean's if voted on.
    Sam and Dean(1): Hunters
    Charlie(2): What do y'all think her cats should be? More of a mid-evil themed clan?
    Castiel(3): Angels/Winged Cats
    Kevin(4): Prophets/Healers
    Crowley(5): Demons
    Bobby(6): Probably where all of the elders go when they get to a certain age, from all clans
    Rowena(7): Witches/Warlocks, Possible have powers.


    We need name ideas and Clan leaders to start off with. Please, provide a RP snippet. I want my leaders to be about semi-literate adn fairly active, since you are my group leaders, and Mods.


    Leaders~
    1:
    2:
    3: Scooter-The-Noodle
    4:
    5:
    6:
    7:


    Links to RP Pages:

    This is where all Finished things will be posted. That includes the Banners, Intros, Rules, all those things.


    Clan 1: Stuff here


    Clan 2: Stuff here


    Clan 3: Banner
    Intro: It was dark, the moon glowing in the sky, yet these woods felt safe. Protected. I was a strange feeling to have in foreign woods, especially at night. There was prey everywhere it seemed. Mice that scurried under your feet, undeterred on their quest by a creature that could kill them, bird that still chirped, long into the night. This was a paradise.


    "Ramiel, Gavreel." A voice, the tone distant, said from ahead of you. "This is the cat you spoke of?"


    "Yes." A soft feminine voice answered as you came to a stop. You could see the outlines of about three cats, though it was hard to make out individual ones.


    "Well, then we are to go greet them, aren't we now?" The first voice asserted, followed by two Yes Sir's. Suddenly, the group in front of you seemed to almost...disappear. Then, they were around you, three cats, eyes glowing. A gray tabby cat with white splotches, with a blue piece of cloth around his neck, approached you first, his companions watching you closely.


    "Hello stranger. You are very lucky to have stumbled upon my territory this late at night." His voice was benevolent. "This is my clan, ____Clan. This is Ramiel, and that is Gavreel. They are very trusted companions of mine. Now, you see, I do not wish to chase you away, visitor, as you look so unwell. But, I cannot allow you to another step deeper is you are not a part of my clan." The smallest of the three, a cream tabby with a white chest and paws, stepped forward to speak into the tom's ear.


    "Gavreel does pose an interesting request. She asks that you be allowed to spend the night." He informed you as the small she-cat stepped back. "I do agree. You will be less likely to stumble into he paws of our neighbors, who are less understanding than we are. Come now."


    But you refused. "I don't even know your name!" You protested and the tom stopped. When he turned to you, something glinted in his eyes, but his answer was as cool as ever. "Oh, yes. Of course. My name is Castiel. Now come, or you will not like the consequences. Ramiel, walk beside them." He ordered teh large


    Clan 4: Stuff here


    Clan 5: Stuff here


    Clan 6:


    Clan 7: The Coven

    Your character lives in a small town, has his whole life. One day, when going in to cash his work check, notices that the little gumball machine that had laid empty for years finally was filled with little capsules. Inside them appeared to be little figures. Angels. And they were moving! Rather freaking out by this, your character buys them all out and takes them home. There, he gets all 42 of them set. But, a week in, he notices that some are growing larger, and others are beginning to disappear. What he doesn't expect is for these angels to be merging together in the late hours of the night to become one full sized angel.


    "I did not intend to be hit by a car, nor for this to go the way it has. I am sorry." Mitch whimpered softly. He had always been the runt of the litter, so he was no stranger to having others pick on him. It was mostly the threat of the Community members who stood so close to him. Finally, the old man grunted. "Mitchell. Escort this man out. Take him back to where you found him. I will have Alexander go with you to wipe his memory. He appears to be of little use. After you get back, we will discuss this mission." The man snarled, causing the familiar to flinch and nod quickly. "Yes, sir. Let's go, Devan."