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Topic Started: Jan 11 2013, 05:42 PM (85 Views)
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High Ranks Open! Territory will be created once we get a few members to join!


There will come dark shadows,
and the smell of charred flesh,
and feline remains on the burnt window mesh,
and ashes will lie where the kits once played,
and demons will hunt for their terrified prey;
The grass will be scorched,
the sky will be red,
colored by victims that now lay dead,
and no one will remember the day the land shook,
because there will be none left to finish it's book...
And alas you will feel when you find yourself dead,
That eerie feeling, the feeling of dread…,


Welcome to DreadClan, the most vicious of city cats you'll ever find. They make their camp in an abandoned warehouse near the city docks, feeding off of fish and rats, and even dog. Join at your own risk.

General Rules:

4. Be literate.

5. If your cat is trespassing he/she must become a Dread OR DIE. (But plots are welcome, pm me.)

6. No asking to be a high rank.

8. Raiding the Dread's will be considered an act of WAR and will be treated as such. BEWARE!

9. We don't keep prisoners. Sorry.

10. Deserters will be hunted down.

11. Crippled toms are thrown out.

12. Be realisitic. No powerplaying or godmodding. And put "Batman" somewhere in your application. ;-)

13. Any old cat unable to fight is THROWN OUT. Serve your clan to the death!

14. DO NOT ATTACK OTHER CLANS WITHOUT PERMISSION.

15. You may only roleplay cats.

Ranks:

-The Dread Council

The Council is based off of the higher ranks in the clan. Together, they devise new rules and plans, like a republic would, but they all still follow the Chief's command, though they have the right to question it when they think it might not be good for the Dreads, and not be punished for it.

Dread Chief - The leader of this fierce gang. He doesnt get out much, and usually doesnt participate in raids, but is actually one of the most feared and powerful of all the cats. He controls everything, he makes new rules, allows others to join, and decides punishments for violators. They are strict tyrants who give nothing to outsiders except pain and fear.

First Commander - He/she leads the Dread's on raids and devises clever tactics to defend the gang's position. He is usually more active with the Dreads and can do anything the Chief can do except make new rules without the Chief's permission. The First Commander also has permission to raid without the Chief's permission. He has permission to punish violaters in anyway he sees fit.

Second Commander - Like the first commander, he/she leads the Dreads into battle, however cannot devise plans and raids without the Chief's permission. He also must consult the First Commander about punishments. Like an apprentice to the First Commander, and takes his/her place after death.

Arch Druid - The ultimate and most active healer of the clan. In charge of the Druids.

Lieutenant - In command of the Elites



-The Higher Ranks

Higher ranks that are greatly respected but not part of the Council.


Druids - The main body of healers in Dread. Can be more then one.

Elites - The elite marauders. Advanced roleplayers and usually chose to be higher ranks.

Druid Novices - Training to become Druids.


-The Lower Ranks

These cats cannot question the leaders orders and must do everything they are told to do by the higher ranks. They have no say in the matter and pretty much live to please. They are sacrificed in battle as the Chief sees fit and are rarely valued or respected.


Marauders - These cats are like the warriors of a clan. They fight when ordered, but have no real power over other tom's, except acolytes. They are treated harshly and usually abused, but only to harden them up so they are ruthless in battle. They're like the goons of Dread.

Acolytes - Kits three moons and older begin their training, learning from anyone and everyone. They graduate according to their skills, after weeks of training.

Younglings - Kits under three moons.

How to rank up:

No, you can't just ask to be a high rank. You need to earn it.

For an Acolyte to become a Marauder - We don't do one mentor for one apprentice here. You train whenever with whoever. Marauders hold classes sometimes for many acolytes to participate in. All you need to do is train and participate in these classes.

For an Acolyte to become a Druid Novice - The acolyte must be selected by the arch Druid to train under the Druids.

For a Druid Novice to become a Druid - A druid must recommend the apprentice to the Arch Druid, who then decides if the novice is ready.

For a Druid to become the Arch Druid - Once the Arch Druid dies, the new Arch Druid is selected by the council from the current Druids.

For a Marauder to become an Elite - No, you cannot ask to be an Elite, but you can recommend yourself if you think you are ready. These are only the more literate, advanced roleplayers. They work hard and usually are picked to lead attacks. They are often the most active.

For an Elite to become the Lieutenant - The first Lieutenant is selected by the council out of the current Elites. From here, your free to rank up! When Second Commander opens, you get the rank, and so on, until you become chief! It's a long road, but it helps to determine if your worthy or not.

Current Council Members:

Chief - Scarecrow - Vicious, pale brown tabby with fiery eyes and a monstrous visage. Equipped with razor sharp teeth and claws and hardened with muscles thick as sheet metal, he is truly an intimidating sight. Often decorates his fur with state to add to his frightening appearance, and paints his pelt in red paint found in the warehouse to minimize blood, staining his pelt a crimson hue. Played by Jinx.

First Commander - None - Open for Application!

Second Commander - None - Open for Application!

Arch Druid - None - Open for Application!

Lieutenant - Gloom - Jet black fur, torn around his ears and face, mangling the flesh. He has three visible scars that tear all the way down to his flesh; one above his let eye, one next to his right ear, and one that streaks the length of his side. A vicious and unloving grey gaze, with a torn ear on his right side. Played by Galasdorin.

Apply!

Application for Council Members:

Username:
Cat Name:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Cat Age:
Rank Wanted:
Any APPROVED powers?
Rp Sample: I need one quoted from a PAST POST, and a new one you type up USING THE CHARACTER YOU SIGNING UP AS. I also need a fighting roleplay post, you may make it your quoted, merge it with your new sample, or make a separate one.

Application for High Ranks!

Cat name:
Description:
Personality:
Rank Wanted:
Role play Sample: I need one for the CAT YOUR APPLYING FOR, as well as a fighting sample.

Application for Low Ranks:

Just post your cat's name, description, and personality!

Edited by Jinx, Jan 12 2013, 04:28 PM.
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I am SO in. This clan has big days ahead of it, I can tell.


Username:Galasdorin
Cat Name:Gloom
Description:Jet black fur, torn around his ears and face, mangling the flesh. He has three visible scars that tear all the way down to his flesh; one above his left eye, one next to his right ear, and one that streaks the length of his side. A vicious and unloving grey gaze, with a torn ear on his right side.
Personality:Unforgiving, and unloving. Gloom hates everything. Anyone who cannot fight is deemed a pathetic to him. He hates the weak, and weeds them out to the best of his abilities. He aims to become one of the strongest fighters for the Dread, and lives up to his reputation. Where he comes from, he has a nickname of "Blood-thirst". He lives up to his name, and almost no day goes by where he isn't sparring or starting fights with someone. His nickname has been shortened to simply "Blood", and he only lets cats he respects call him this.
History:At the young age of 2 moons, Gloom became sour. His name wasn't always Gloom. Nobody knows his real name, or why exactly he changed his name, but nevertheless, Gloom became Gloom at an early age beause of his cold, uncaring personality. He didn't care to learn. He didn't want to learn anything but fighting. And he became a fierce fighter, not trusting of anyone except a few cats. He grew up growing ever more distant from his family, and eventually, his parents passd away. After they did, his little brother fled to find his own life away from the Dread. Gloom hated his brother for deserting, and hunted him down himself, killing him. It was a gruesome event, even for Gloom, and he still remembers it. It gave him no satisfaction. It simply had to be done.
Cat Age:22 moons
Rank Wanted: The Rules say we cannot be a high rank from the start, but I'm confused because there are parts that say you can apply. Anyway, if we can~Lieutenant. If not, Marauder.
Any APPROVED powers?:Nah

Roleplay Samples:
(Technically, you already have my fighting roleplay posts. :P But I'll post one again here)
Fighting:
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The Second was not ready for the pivot assault. She had been prepared for the head on charge, thinking that by exposing her softer underside in the downswing of her attack, he would take the blow. He did not, and now pivoted around her, no doubt aiming multiple fatal strikes at her from her blind spot. The trenches she had dug with her hind paws were for naught, but another idea suddenly struck her mind. It would be a risky maneuver.
She had no choice. Quickly turning her body to face the hellish cat, she braced herself, judging his movements as quickly as she could. He was aiming a strike at her ribs, that much she could see. His mouth was open again, aiming no doubt for somewhere along her spine. She could once again feel his hot and foul breath coming closer to her fur, sending her nerves on edge, and making her fur bristle. She would not lose, but she had to decide quickly which attack to take the brunt force of.
Her plan may have been called stupid by others. But this would win her the fight if she was able to pull it off without any repercussions. Quickly, the lithe frame of the Second shot forward, preparing for the snapping pain of a bite, but not quite in the area he hoped for. By closing the distance so quickly, she was quite literally thrusting herself forward, as if shouting to him "Hey! Here, you can attack me!"
But what he would not see was the fact that while she charged full force at him, her head lowered and her back raised, she would be aiming a few strikes at him from underneath. As soon as she felt the pain from the attack, she would slowly graze out from underneath it, and then unleash upon him. Of course, the force of her charge should shock him, if not, at least stun him for a few precious seconds. And those seconds could win her the fight.
Inhaling a deep breath, she held the air in her lungs, bracing herself for the impact, until the searing pain came.
It wasn't much at first. The jaws of the tom clamped down near the area around her spine, sending the nerve signals flaring with pain in that area. She ignored the pain, feeling the resonating pulses it sent through her body and using that energy, combined with the force and momentum from her charging assault to rear up quickly. She only once grunted in pain as she felt his jaws tear away at the soft flesh of her back. That was a wound she would not forget, and she aimed to get him back for it. Her claws were already out, and she had the element of surprise on her side. This time, she was ready. Turning her body at a slight angle, she backed up quickly, lowering her haunches. This was it, the final move...
The Second moved like a shadow in the light, her small frame making it easier. The pain flamed in her back as her muscles sprang free from the ground, launching the white she cat into the air. With the force from gravity, she unsheathed her claws and aimed to rake them down the entire length of the tom, starting with his back and moving down, past his face. Her claws glinted like little white daggers, hooked and ready to sink deep into flesh. At the same time, her hind legs were unsheathed, but sheltered behind her frontal assault. If she managed to grab a hold of his head, her aim was to throw him back, revealing his softer underbelly, and rake her claws down the soft fur, pummeling him until he conceded. It was all coming into motion now. Soon, the fight would draw to a close.


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Pale blue eyes glinted. They glinted in the dim light cast from the dumpster to reveal none other than the pure white and lithe form of the she cat Sealphantom. She carried herself with some kind of respect; recently, her promotion to Second had had here now more full of herself than ever before. Her head was held high, glancing at the few cats gathered around here in the junkyard heap that they called home.
Silently watching the gathering with a soft glint of coldness in her icy eyes, she couldn't help but feel that these cats were once again so much like her.
Jetstream in particular.
The way he seemed to be contemplating every movement, every single thing about him and everyone around him...she had been like that once before. But thinking too hard into things made you feel remorse for your actions. No, their wasn't a single spot of remorse in the she cats heart.
There was back when Storm was around, but he's gone now. And I won't ever forgive him for that.
Her mind reeled, watching the cats, as she remembered training under her older brother Storm, long before he had left their family. She had fled too, hunting him down. To this day, she had not found him, but she hadn't given up on him yet.
And she had already set her mind on what she would do if she found him again. She would kill him, taking him down in a slow and agonizingly painful death to make sure he felt all the pain that she did.
When I slip my claws around his neck...
Perhaps she would have turned out differently, had Storm stayed. They could have moved on together, had a life in the clans as a brother and sister. And maybe she wouldn't have gone sour either. To put it as 'gone sour' was putting it lightly even. No, there was no love left in the heart of the she cat. The only love she had ever had, her brother, was gone, locked away in a never ending case of ice that surrounded her heart. She was thoroughly cruel, and Bloodclan life suited her. It had been quite some time since her last kill, and her claws flexed eagerly at the notion of sinking into flesh once more. She would stop at nothing to achieve her goal of revenge.
And what after?
Afterward would be no different. She found cruel amusement in watching her victims fall beneath her claws, a wicked sense of humor. And, as with any other cat in Bloodclan, who couldn't resist the feeling of power that taking another cats life into your hands gave you?
They were powerless when you had them in your grasp. You could do with them as you pleased, and they would beg for mercy...
Perhaps that is what I enjoy the most. The sheer feeling of joy that they must respond to my every whim...
She was unaware of the fact that nobody seemed to be paying any attention to her, their eyes diverted towards Jetstream, whom her icy gaze now fell on.
Maybe he should be next. Killing a killer...now that would earn some respect.
But sitting there watching him, she felt something wrench in her gut. She was evil, but she couldn't bring her claws to carry out the whims of her mind. Sure, she contemplated Jetstream's death, figuring out the many ways she could kill him, but she wouldn't bring herself to do it. Perhaps it was her long lost 'good side' showing through, as it occasionally did so.
She shook her head quickly, her white fur bristling on its edges now. Watching the ravaged corpse, with Jetstream over it, and hearing his plans, her mind went into a wild panic, and she began to shift uneasily.
She wanted it. No, she wanted this. She got amusement out of it. A sick form of joy. Glee, perhaps. She found herself carrying her lithe form out from underneath the dumpster, and over to the other cats.
"You'd better not be planning to leave me out of this." she growled in the lowest tone she could manage. It was not a question. It wasn't even a demand. This was a statement, backed by pure and raw power, with an icy touch of sharp winds behind that as she stared into the eyes of Jetstream, her gaze seeming like two pools of ice in the dim light that spread around them.


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Gloom.
It was a fitting name. Considering what kind of pain he could cause.
Of course, back where he came from, they called him Blood. He made a habit of making sure that only the cats he truly respected called him this. It reminded him of a time when a cat had called him Blood without his approval. Needless to say, he had exerted his power. It wasn't any satisfactory means. Whenever he fought, it was only because it had to be done. That didn't mean that, of course, he didn't enjoy a good spar. What kind of cat with a fighting spirit like his wouldn't enjoy a good fight?
And the better you knew the cat, oh, it made the spar so much more better. He was a interesting cat. To some, the tom might have been viewed as mad, crazy, and hostile. But to others, other Warlords with his skills, he was a true fighter, and a friend to some.
The hellish tom huffed at the thought. Just yesterday, a cat named Shadow had called him a "friend". The word made him sick. And Gloom had made certain that Shadow would never refer to him as a friend again.
What was a friend anyway? Who needed friends when you had the skills that could keep you alive in a fight?
Gloom emerged from his resting place, a small indent in the ground that led to a relatively dank looking cave. It was his den, and no cat who was in their right mind wandered anywhere near it. It was said that, in the mornings especially, Gloom was very hostile, and would challenge the first cat his blazing grey gaze fell on.
Of course, it was kind of hard to tell if he was looking at you or night. The flesh around his face was mangled and torn in many places, visual memories of his past fights with decent foes. But the ones he remembered the most were his three scars; one above his left eye, one next to his right ear, which in itself had been torn in a fight, and one down his right side, cutting all the way down to his flesh. No fur grew back over the area, and it gave him even more of an intimidating presence. It possibly could have been healed when he had first obtained the wound in the first place, but Gloom had insisted on letting it heal itself, even if it caused him pain. He wanted to remember every battle he had where such an opponent left a mark on him.
It was a rare occurrence for Gloom to lose. He often came out on top, his large and bulky muscular frame always lending him the strength he needed. And his stamina and endurance were incredible, beyond any he had seen before. The jet black tom could fight a worthy opponent for hours on end, without tiring.
That was another of his quality traits. His unbelievably strong fighting spirit. Sure, he was powerful and ad endurance, but if you lacked the will to fight, it was all useless. He moved like a snake, slowly approaching his prey before charging head on. It wasn't the best of tactics. In fact, some might have called his fighting tactics ruthless, or even reckless. Indeed, he was ruthless, but he risked his own vital parts in fighting. Often times, however, his foes were too busy cowering to realize this, and Gloom would dispatch them far too easily for his liking.


"Batman"
Edited by Rin, Jan 12 2013, 04:42 PM.
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Yes, you can apply for open ranks, but once the ranks are filled, you cannot ask to be picked next or something. Once I see your last sample, I'll consider approval...depending on if you find the secret word...but yeah, thinks for applying! I'll read in greater detail when your finished.
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Sorry, I just really didn't feel like working on a new sample when I was so tired last night. xP Finishing it up today. :P
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Gloom accepted as Lieutenant. :) I'll add you when we get a few more people interested.
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