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Hidden in the Lyngenfjord Region of Arctic Norway are the Ættir á firðinum — the Clans on the Fjord. To them, borders are trivial and cats can freely mate with those from other Clans, and, if a cat desires, they can even move to live and train in another Clan with no consequence. Cats are more concerned with the survival of all the Clans than just their own (though, their own Clan is always the priority, of course), and help is easily and freely given to those who need it.

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It’s newleaf, but it doesn’t feel like it to the cats of the Ættir á firðnum.

The Clans are made of warriors who are trained to be at their best at all times — always alert and ready for anything. And yet, they keep seeing and smelling and hearing things that aren’t really there at all; whiffs of a familiar scent here, the sound of a Clanmate’s voice there, the sight of a loved one’s pelt over there…

When Snakesong of FrostClan finally gets a clear view of his mother, looking terrified, the Clans go to the Oracles. With the changes occurring in LeafClan’s territory, RookClan continuing to ask for all the Clans to unite under one banner, and whispers beginning to spread about FrostClan’s new leader, Grovestar, only one thing is clear:

The dead are walking.

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If you're curious to learn more, we have a tumblr and a carrd! It's a literate RP, so you have to apply to join.

It has been, admittedly, a... hot second... since I've RPed here, because of real-life issues and various other complications, but I've enjoyed my time here! And I hope to see some of the talent that I got to see here on CotF, if the idea catches your attention!