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Withered Hope « Result #1 on Sept 4, 2008, 4:25pm »
Life has always been normal for the clan cats- Thunderclan the loyal, Windclan the strong-hearted, Shadowclan the sly and Riverclan the calm. Each have had their successes and each have had their mistakes. But no mistake could compare to this one.
A long time ago, a patrol was out patrolling their fair lands. They came upon a pure black cat in the forest. Surprisingly, on the back of her ear was a blood red marking of a circle crossed out by 1 single slash. When asked what her name was a simple reply came out- "Anima." Taking her in, Anima at first was a good cat. Trying to be helpful she kept her original name and served her clan. Then one day things went horribly wrong. No one knew what happened to her. Just one day she struggled for power and control. Killing other cats to get her prize became her best ability. No one knew it was her- just day by day another cat was found dead, the life knocked out of them. Then one day, an apprentice watched as Anima killed a cat and drank his blood hungrily. Terrified, the apprentice ran back and told her leader. Taking responsibility was no easy task but she banished Anima from her clan. After that, the number of cats killed diminished and they started to rebuild their lost clan. No one really knew what happened to Anima, but they were always on the lookout for the cold-hearted black cat.
Moons passed. The clan that had once been cat-less was now plentiful. Things had begun to run smoothly again. Until that is, Icekit was born. For although minor, on her front left pawpad was carved the same symbol that was on Anima- a circle crossed out. Cats panicked but the leader assured them that everything was alright. Icekit was so innocent, and so good-willed. Reaching apprenticeship she was the rolemodel for other apprentices. But when she recieved her warrior name, however, something went wrong. Waking up in the middle of the night, Iceheart found herself tight-chested. In a dreamlike state she walked out of the camp until she reached a circular clearing. Blood rushed through her veins as an incredible surge of hate filled her. She watched, horrified, as her pure white pelt slowly turned black. Her sparkling blue eyes turned coal black as well. Her symbol glowed red as anger filled her inside, making her heart as black as coal. Now, instead of hatred stinging, it felt...good Iceheart cackled evily, now pure black with pure black eyes, and watched closely as Anima stepped out into the clearing. Her red symbol glowed as well. Instead of Iceheart feeling afraid, however, she felt like she was looking at a leader. Then, her coal black eyes shining in the night, she stepped forward and followed Anima, back to the lands where she ruled supreme. No one saw Iceheart after that. Other cats have been born with this symbol and when they became warriors dissapeared without a trace. The symbol is now called the Symbol of Death and it is considered very bad luck indeed to be born with it.
Although the clan cats do not know this, these cats have been training. Practicing. Fighting. Waiting the day that they can get their revenge. Their identical pelts move seamlessly at the same time as they train. Their being is controlled only by hunger and power. Their being is controlled by Anima. Moving identically, the cats fight, leap, and claw at the same time. Anima now just awaits more cats to join their group before reaching what she wants most- power over the clan cats.
Every so often another cat is born with the Symbol of Death and vanishes when the time comes. More and more cats appear in Anima's tribe. The only question is-
Many moons before Firestar was even kitted, all the clans thrive tremendously. Prey is running well, more apprentices becoming warriors, and many more kits are being kitted. Then one early leaf-fall day, Shadowclan decides to attack Riverclan, nearly destorying them, saying that's only 'half' of what they'll do. While Thunderclan is trying to help Riverclan by trying to figure out why Shadowclan is out to destroy Riverclan, Windclan is deciding whether they should stay out of it or what, or does Windclan have some tricks up their sleeve?
The original Clans of Thunder, Wind, River, and Shadow were no match for what was coming next. A rain of fire, thunder exploding across the ground, then...silence.
So many years later, after the forest has recovered, the first strangely colored kit is born. And thus the story begins. But the Clans are running out of time... Will you be the one to tell the end?
[IN SHORT] Join as a cat in any color of the rainbow, and join in on an exciting, mysterious plot! Will the newly acquired powers go to the Clans' heads? Or is something much darker at work?
[WE OFFER]
A crazy, random yet helpful admin, who will make you a graphic for your character or guide you through something if you're new to proboards/roleplaying. Paintbrushes! They are our currency, and you can trade them for prizes in the Art Shop! Unique-ness! Join as a cat of any color or pattern, any! Want your deputy to be lime green with purple hearts and a white nose? Go ahead! The possibilities are endless! Different, all new Clans, with a mysterious history surrounding their creation, and each Clan's cats have different attributes.
--MountainClan - the strong, traditional warriors, with regular coat colors and patterns. Not very agile, but extremely powerful with exceptional climbing abilities. Cool and balanced, though shrouded in rumors. MountainClanners, of course, call the rough mountains their home, and rough it out in hail or drought, snow or sun. Well-known for growing to immense sizes as well.
--TwilightClan - the mysterious and secretive. These cats have the 'cool' colors of the rainbow, ranging from black to lime green, mostly blues and purples. This Clan is well-known for its cats being able to turn invisible, and walk without a single sound. They slumber during the day and hunt at night.
--TornadoClan - the fast and fiery. These proud warriors are well-known for their extremely fast speed and agility, nearly impossible to catch or outrun. Of course, they need to be, living out on the open plains where the winds are alot more wild. TornadoClanners consist of any coats with more than four or five colors, and usually have wild patterns and crazy colors.
--SunsetClan - the brave and loyal, alot like ThunderClan. SunsetClanner coats consist of the 'warm' colors of the rainbow, ranging from the deepest reds and browns to the brightest yellows and even white. They are able to stand perfectly motionless and blend into any background with a strange sort of camoflauge. They are well known for being valiant and noble, as well as having good stamina and being able to swim very well.
All leader positions are taken, but deputy, medicine cat, and warrior positions are still open! We just officially opened recently, with a whole new skin and revised plot, not to mention some extra Paintbrushes hidden here and there...
There are many lands in which the cats of the Clans live. But some how they are managed to be one. Clan boundaries are strong and thrive, but the cats know when they must come together. StarClan has foreseen things that may damage and tear the clans apart. Now cats are receiving dreams from recently deceased cats that guided them through life. Will they listen to the dreams of ignore them because of what they cannot decipher? And what are these horrible dangers. Come into the wilderness of the Clans and discover for yourself.
Will your cat be a chosen one?
This site is in need of new members. Old ones have been deleted due to inactivity. Once we have enough members registration will be disabled so no one has to worry about an overwhelming amount of members.
We are currently searching for graphic designers and such. We have no banner yet but are currently working on that.
There are many skin choices to choose from. There are seven clans, for variety, and there are no original clans from the books, they are unique.
Eseron-Intermediate Wolf RPG « Result #5 on Jul 31, 2008, 2:27pm »
Eseron is currently a freeform, intermediate wolf rpg. We're brand new, just opened today on the 31st so there aren't many memebers for you people that don't like huge members counts. =) I am open to any suggestions and comments so go ahead and check us out.
Name of Site Eseron Urlhttp://traditio92.proboards103.com/index.cgi Types/Kinds of Animals wolves Is magic allowed? Nope, we're a realistic RPG. The only thing that could be considered magic is the gods. RPing Level Intermediate Plot Synopsis We are currently a freeform RPG. Once there are more members, there will be a plot created. Other This site is brand new so member count is low. I, Aquilo, am currently looking for someone good at making skins/layouts, and graphics to help spruce up the site.
Werewolves of London « Result #6 on Jul 29, 2008, 8:25am »
In the Irish countryside there is a forest. Within its soft green depths there reside four Clans of cats. In the seasons past these Clans had lived by a lake. But chemicals were spilled into the river feeding the lake, and they were forced from their home once again, finding their way out of their home and journeying for many, many moons to come upon their new Irish home. These cats are not those cats. This is a thousand moons later. These are the Irish Clans.
Eclipse || Dragon RPG [ad] « Result #7 on Jul 25, 2008, 4:53am »
"Gather 'round, little ones, and let me tell you a tale . . .
Years and years ago, before anyone remembers, we dragons weren't cursed. We could wander amongst the other creatures in the day time, whenever we pleased. Even though we kept mostly to ourselves, we were respected by all the other beings. They considered us to be wise, in youth and in seniority.
But one day that all changed. Strange things had been happening, to all of us. All the lords of the different tribes and groups of creatures had met several times, trying to figure out what was happening. We had no luck. During one of these meetings, a black shadow began to creep across the sky. Looking up, we all gasped - the sun had disappeared!
Sounds came from up there, banging sounds, and when we turned our eyes away for a moment a dry coughing sound caught our attention. Life forms that we had never seen before descended from the sky! They stood in groups in front of us, and began to speak. Oddly, they knew the tongues of all beings, and could speak fluently with all of us.
At first we were delighted to have them, and treated them as gods. The name of their leader was Sun Tooth, and he was honoured above the rest. They began to foresee events . . . disappearances especially. No matter how we tried, we never could counter the attacks. It was as if the very night and day itself stole our tribe-mates away from us.
After the day of the biggest attack yet, Sun Tooth made a promise. He would tell us who was the cause of all of these assaults. A fire was lit, and Sun Tooth and his people began a ritual that we had never seen before. This was different than the others, more focused, rigidly intense. Sun Tooth opened his eyes, only to reveal that they were now pupil-less. He raised a limb and pointed it at us.
Them! The Dragons! They are the cause of your problems . . . Drive them out and all shall be well!
Gasps rose up from the crowd, and uneasy murmurs started up. Us dragons stood there in utter shock - we had done nothing! The leader of the Unicorn's stepped forward, lowering his head as if to ward off black magic.
Have you, or have you not been stealing away our friends and family?
Before anyone else could speak, a young Dragon named Shadow Soul from the Tribe of Darkness stepped up, challenging the wise horse before him.
You may as well ask if you've been murdering your own foals! We haven't laid a claw on any of you!
A snort of dismissive laughter caught the attention of all. Sun Tooth was laughing, his sharp teeth gleaming in the light of the stars. His eyes glowed slightly as they fixed on the large group of dragons.
I shall send them away if you like - never to return!
The old Unicorn stepped back, bowing his head in acknowledgment. He turned his back and walked back to his herd. Nudging them on, they all moved backwards as if afraid by what magic the dragons were going to leave with. Sun Tooth gave the dragons one last, evil smile before chanting. We all blacked out. When we awoke, we were here, in the land with the eternal eclipse.
When we arrived, we were greeted by griffins with whom we made friends. The griffins told us that Sun Tooth was responsible for our troubles, and that he had done the same to them. They were waiting for a chance to escape and make revenge, but the one destined to save them had abandoned them long ago. They were trapped.
But, little ones, there was a prophecy made that day before we were banished here. Over time the prophecy has been lost, but an elder told me before he passed away that it promised redemption for our kind . . . not long from now, little hatchlings, the sun will shine for twenty-nine days. During that time a way to escape will open up, and if we can find it while the sun looks upon us we will escape . . . and make Sun Tooth pay for what he has done!"
Winter's Frost is a new roleplaying site I have created based off of the Warrior's series. The four Clans are MountainClan, LakeClan, MeadowClan, and ForestClan. A plot will be determined once I get more members, and once I get some staff members ^^.
You MUST be active to have one of the following ranks: -ForestClan- Leader: Open Deputy: Open Medicine Cat: Open
-LakeClan- Leader: Open Deputy: Open Medicine Cat: Taken
-MountainClan- Leader: Taken Deputy: Open Medicine Cat: Open
-MeadowClan- Leader: Open Deputy: Open Medicine Cat: Open
Re: Ice Mirror [open] « Result #9 on Jul 21, 2008, 6:59pm »
Goldpelt No cat alive or dead is better than me.
Goldpelt looked the tiniest bit surprised and triumphant when the she-cat lowered her head. Had he finally managed to catch her in his web of charm? He hadn't thought he'd ever get Kindlefur had he'd pretty much given up on her after they'd been apprentices. A small smile, or maybe a smirk if you looked at it that way also planted itself on his maw. It wasn't because he really had any feelings for her though. It was because he'd thought the she-cat harbored some strange feelings for him after all. But maybe somewhere hidden in that smirk was a feeling he'd had for the she-cat many many moons ago.
"I caught something you know," he said the smile returning to his maw,"you want it?" he added pushing the mouse over to the she-cat. He was dissappointed that her eyes were that clear cold ice-blue. She seemed no different from his words. Psh. There were always other she-cats to wile with a few well-placed words back at camp. "Leaving?" he asked teasingly a look of false dissappointment darting across his eyes for a few seconds.
Warriors: Into The Night « Result #10 on Jul 21, 2008, 6:22am »
Grazingstar woke up to a sound that was oh so familiar to her Clan of BatClan. It was the sound of flapping wings out in the camp, and she just laid her head back down, not really caring about the little creatures, unaware of the new danger that lurked within their bites. The bats flew around BatClan camp, going into every den from the nursery, to the elders den and bit every cat in camp, from the smallest kit to the oldest elder. There was only one left and the swarm went into Grazingstar's den next. She woke up now, realizing the sound was louder than usually and saw the swarm in front of her, staring her directly in the face. She let out a yowl as they flew towards her and bit her as they did everyone else and she fell unconscious.
As the leader awoke, there was a new sense of purpose flowing through her bones, one that was never there before. She padded out of the den and noticed the others were already started to wake from their nights as well and they all just stared at each other, afraid of what had occurred. Their fur was gone and the where bumps all over them. Their skin had a tint of green and their eyes were a bloody red, the bats had transformed them into something that was uglier than anything they had ever seen. However, they felt a large strength running through their veins. The bites had brought forth greater strength, wits, and a greater sense to kill. It had also sharpened their senses and something they didn't notice till later, they had grown double the size of any normal cat. It was as if the new BatClan was unbeatable...
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