# ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏꜱ

-# New Server ● Long-Term ● Text-Based ● 15+ ● Custom Groups ● Player-Driven Story ● Semi-literate
-# TW! potential war, religious themes, political cats, frozen environment
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ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏᴀsᴛᴀʟ ʜᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅꜰᴜʟ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴋs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴʏ ɪs ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏᴡɴ. ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴs. sᴏꜰᴛ, ʙʀᴀsʜ, ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟɪɢɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴘʟɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsᴘᴜᴛᴇs ʀɪsᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴ ʀᴀɴᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴɪᴛs.

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## Unit One — The Spine
-# All major ranks open
ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴀɪʟ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ
> Formed from abandoned kittypets and strays, they believe unity is strength. They strive to rebuild warmth among the ruins – offering peace where others would turn away. They are the ones keeping the peace.

## Unit Two — The Head
-# all ranks open but Vanguard
ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ʙᴀʀᴇᴅ
> Born from blood and hunger, they trust only their own. Ruthless, loyal, and pragmatic – they fight for those beside them, not the colony as a whole.

## Unit Three — The Soul
-# all ranks open
ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ
> Descendants of Maera the Drowned line, they carry memories of salt and storms. Faith is fading, yet echoes of their past still linger in whispered prayers to the deep.

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WHAT WE OFFER

- Player-driven storyline - your choices shape the outcome of these units, evolve them into clans or tribes.
- Custom ranks: Vanguards, Healers, and Advisors
- Collaborative worldbuilding
- Small 15+ community meant to serve long-term
- Events and story arcs planned with your input
- Multiple OC slots

🕯️ Welcome, Creature of Night and Velvet, 🕸️

As dusk drapes bustling New York in shadow, its towering skyline disappears into the dark…becoming an empire lit by flickering neon and whispered sins.

Here, you’ve arrived at the heart of it all… at the precipice, where the city's pulse quickens with exhilaration and seduction.

Beneath the laughter, music, and gleaming excess of the nightlife, something stirs. Creatures move in silence, unseen by the glittering eyes of mortals drunk on pleasure. Neon bleeds into crimson. Hungry eyes wait in the dark.

So tell us…
Are you predator or prey?

Step closer.
The dark has missed you.