Welcome to Forever And A Ralukian!

FAAR is a new, literate-advance cat roleplay site, led by two completely opposite Clans who know nothing of the others existence- the Ravens and the Crows. We strive on being different, and each person can have up to four ralukians (cats) which they roleplay, unless granted more, which is rare. This is so there isn't one person with a million cats, whilst everyone else has a minimun amount, and are ignored. We don't like that.
(Each ralukian is played on a different account.)

Besides that, we are literate, and hope to be a long-term and active site. If you are able to post at least 200 words, please consider joining us, here at FAAR!

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GloryFuryPride, at June 21st, '08. My name is GloryFuryPride, GFP, Glory, Fury, or Pride (or whatever else you want to call me). I am the creater of this site, FAAR, and I am glad I've finally gotten it up and running. Isn't that great? Anyway, I'm going to work on advertising/affiliating, now. Feel free to make a character, roam, etc, etc. Help with advertising/affiliating would be great, just remember to PM me telling me what sites you've adverised and affiliated on, so I can put up their banner, yadda, yadda, yadda. Last thing, something you should remember- you can only play one cat on each account you make. If you want more than one cat, you'll have to make more accounts. I'd like to know who's who, so, if you have more than one account, don't be afraid to tell me who you are. (I can get confused very easily.) Ciao!

[[Ravens']]

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Leader

Council

Gifted

Warriors

Half-Ranks

Kits

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Leader

Co-Leader

Healer

Fighters

Trainees

Kits

The Clans couldn’t be living through a harder time. Every season – summer, winter, autumn, spring – brings snow. Lots and lots of snow. And nothing else- there’s no rain, no hail, no lightning, no sunshine; only snow. No one knows how, no one knows why, but it’s happening. And that’s not the worst part.
Prey…it’s all hiding. All of it. The rare, wandering mouse that a Ralukian might have the luck to find doesn’t even feed a kit. The world is going downhill at a fast pace, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. Everything is getting worse and worse; trees are dying, rock is turning to ice and everything, everywhere, is growing colder by the minute.
The thing is: it won’t stop. The snow never gets lighter; it keeps coming down at a steady pace, falling, covering the land, engulfing the territories. Even the largest of Ralukians have to lift their head high to see up above it, and every day the camps entrances are stacked with snow, which takes them hours to remove. And it doesn’t look to be stopping anytime soon.
The Clans are in desperate need of help, and fast. No one can stay out of camp for a few minutes without freezing to death. The Clan camps are the warmest places any Ralukian can find, and even exiles and loners have come to seek shelter with the Ravens and Crows.
What the Clans don’t want to admit is they’re losing the battle. The snow is winning, consuming their homes, taking over their lives. And, despise their attempts; they can do nothing about it.
The Clan of the Winged Beasts have been silent, no Ralukian has had a whisper in their ear. So, as the threat grows greater, and the snow grows thicker, all they can do is look out at the world that was once brilliant and full of prey, thinking: