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OOC/IC Info
Wolves of Bloodclan is reopened and remade! All posts have been deleted and the time has moved forward 2 years in the relm.
Plot
Two years have passed since Snowfire's rein has ended, the taint of blood has washed away since then, or has hidden in the shadows. Bloodfire, Snowfire's daughter, was driven from the clan when blamed for the king's death. The cold grip of winter holds the land in a stillness, evil still lurks in forgotten shadows. Only Icefire, the young king, knows that blood is still being spilt, and that Bloodfire is inocent of his fathers death.....
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Nov 10th, 2008- Everyone is starting fresh with the same characters, thanks to darkie for helping remake the site!
~So keep this site alive and strong with creative posting and great friends, You caring admin Snowfire/Blacksilver/Oaky~
Current Pack/ Clan leaders
Bloodclan: King Icefire
Blackmoon: Alpha Bones and Alphess Scarlet
Shadow wood: Alpha Jerro
Sicknesses
none at the moment
Season/Weather
Season -
Winter
Weather-
Ice cold and barren, rivers have frozen and temperatures have dropped below zero.
Snowfire Bloodclan memeber Leader of the murderous BloodClan member is offline
A persons craziness is depended on how they are seen through others eyes
Joined: May 2008 Gender: Female Posts: 410 Location: Where the battle wadges on. Karma: 200
Fang's feelings « Thread Started on Jul 8, 2008, 11:20pm »
This is jest a little taste of how Fang feels about his dead father. I wanted to post something like this cause I found this picture that reminded me of him and Razor.
I feel his motive, his strength, his mind with deadly cause running through my veins, yet I never talked to him.
My mind burns with his face and features, i see not me but him when i look into the water, yet I never saw him.
Everyone stares at me and looks at me with glares, angry words are murmured under breaths, yet I am not him.
I seem to understand him, love him as a son should, stand up for him and even avenge his death, yet I never knew him.
No one cares no one understands, I am an only, a whisper in the wind that will soon have his revenge.