Clan Of winter

[Holby]

 Everybody's heard of the clan of Winter :D
The first clan that offered me the chance to join was TBV. At the time it involved ereptor and Jedi!?
Then, when I reached around 20 in the ranks...
I was recruited by DI
DI was cool. I was a member there for exactly *tries counting off on his fingers, but gives up* Probably about three days <_<

At least I can say I was a DIer.

[Abby The Rat]

 Cool Someone know the clan then, question? how well do you know the clan

~Is happy~  :D

[Holby]

 I read several messages about someone wanting to join and Winter had been thrown out the window, and then you brought it back again, and searching through all the old topics, when I was bored.
There were dozens of places where one could see the name...

[Abby The Rat]

 Hmmm, well now there more place that you can about The Clan Of Winter here now

Next charpter of The Story Of The Clan Of Winter (What a long title, need to make a better one.

[Der fuhrer]

 God bless you clan of winter

if there was a crying face i would use it because the clan of winter was the first clan that offered me a position i love you all

However tarsonis told me not to join so i didn't


I am his lacky and he is my mentaur so yeah i did what he said.
:ph34r: i  feel like such a tool

[Abby The Rat]

 Thanks you. (Feels speachless)

[Abby The Rat]

 Story
Chapter Two
Many years has pass and Black has grew to be a very strong and good climber too. He was a much loved member but he did not felt that he belong to them. One night he sat at the top of a lone tree and sighed. He knew he could not stay much longer that he needed to get out and be a warlord. Once a sigh was let out watching the first snow fall. The memory floored back. A smile broke across his face. Winter. It was winter that saved him, it killed the rats that was following him.

Petal popped up next to him. 'Wat are you thinking about' she asked. 'Being a leader.''Oh. Your not going to stay much longer are you'. Black took a deep breath and replied 'Being a leader or "Warlord" is in moi blood don't ask 'ee why. Io have to built moi troops of these so call good vermins if oi can find any and attack all 'e evil warlords out there. When oi do that no goodbeast will want me now. oi will be treated as if oi was a evil vermin'. He sigh once more.

Petal gave out a silent sob, 'will oi see ee again?'. 'May not' With that Black dropped down. The next few days he was packing and making plans. Petals helped some of the time however she was sad. When the time came for him to go. The ground is white and the air had a fresh free. He climb down and ran into the night. Petal waving with a few drops of tears freezing onto the ground. She knew that she just might never see him again. 'Bye'.

Carrying on, into the night hearing Petals last word. He let fall one single tear. Something he had never done.

[Orcrist]

 Hmm...I was in DI for 1-2 days- then I joined EO under Klamath...that was SOOO Looong ago.

 The caln of winter is the best clan ever, but it's kinda inactive.

[Abby The Rat]

 What made you think it was inactive??

I working on stuff but you can't really see what is happening.

Right now. I'm working on a website with the help of my old Number one.

(It is the members that are inactive. I wish that they use the clan forum more often)

[Abby The Rat]

 The space for has now been closed.

[Abby The Rat]

 Winter Cry
Behind the spiraling crystals of frost we run.  Our cry is heard upon the snow strewn wind.  Our bite is the bitter crystal shards of frost.  We are the clan of winter, running swift along the slippery trail, hidden behind the torrents of snow.

Swift as an artic wind, and as awesome as the northern lights, we come defending those who need help.  Those who suffer from the cruelty of those pushing them down, drowning them in pain.  Conquering those whom oppose us and persecute the small.  Our frost laden eyes watch out for our allies.

Our thick white blanket stretches far and wide.  Encompassing a wide range with our white frost varied snow.  We travel over a long stretch of ranks, yet our cord of ice connects us to them.  Welcoming the pained, we are the clan of winter, warriors of the snow

This was done by one of my member, corrupted onions.

I thank thy.

[Abby The Rat]

 Story
Chapter Three

The thick, black, brewing clouds over head pelted sleet down as it roared.  The sky was covered and the land was dark.  A quick flash of lightning lit up the night air.  In this moment of light, the auburn colored wild cat grinned.  He loved the winter, because of it; he was able to take hold of his horde.  
    Five seasons previous his father, Minous, was chief. Since he was a pup, he hated his fathers cruel and unjust malice for the poor and helpless.  His fathers was a heavy weight of burden to the poor, he taxed them into further starvation.  Minous?s vast army scavenged and killed the weak, pummeling them into the dust.  
    One frigid winter he contracted a sickness, pneumonia.  His rattled and fleeting breath filled his tent.  Guards, seers, and healers stood about, tending to his needs.  Boiling water, tea?s, and many other things.  Standing in the corner stood his son, Zar Roule.
    However, Minous did love one thing, his son.  Zar was the only thing that could bring tears in his eyes.  Wiping them away he would say, "Zar my boy, you are like a little onion."  
    It was now; standing in the tent corner, Zar felt the power flowing into his grasp.  As the seers left, Zar stayed as he did every night to tend the fire and keep the tent warm.  But that night, things were to change.  taking the kettle by the fire side he poured it over the fire, with a sizzle it was gone.  He then undid the tent flaps, letting the cold air in.  His fathers rattled breath shuddered as it was hit with the cold.  Soon, it was over, with one last shaking breath, Minous was dead, and Zar was chief.
    From that day, Zar grew to love the winter.  It?s biting frost, its shielding snow strewn winds, and its tight grip of ice.  He loved to feel the cold north winds cross his neck it felt like freedom to him.  He liked freedom.
    Spitting on his father?s grave, he started the march forward.  He was moving the clan north; maybe things would be better for him there.  His large horde had tents and baggage, bundled up and held over shoulder as they marched on through the frozen snow and sleet.  The occasional strike of lighting would reveal this sea of troops, with a wild cat out front.

[Abby The Rat]

 Yes, we are still the oldest clan alive in the game.

All message are to go to the leader of the clan which is still me. But my new number is 53

[Abby The Rat]

 This is getting to be a string of post by me now....

But I like to say a thanks to alll my captains for keeping this clan alive from the reset.