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Post by xxravenshadexx on Aug 3, 2018 21:30:46 GMT -5
(Sorry if this is terrible! I wrote it on my phone)
Sypnosis: Ember is a rogue who has known nothing but loneliness. Her parents left her at a young age, and she has no litter mates. Her only friend is a cat named Fiery Pelt, who apparently stayed with his mate, Blue Eyes, in the forest outside of the Twolegplace when their friends traveled far away, until she died, and his kits separated and were never seen again. But one day, one of Fiery Pelt's kits returns, and Ember's life is soon changed forever...
Allegiances:
Jade's Group:
Leader: Jade- Black she-cat with green eyes Fighters and Scavengers: Rocky- Dark brown tom with yellow eyes (also a kittypet) Taunter- Black tom with yellow eyes Monster- Dark brown tabby with amber eyes Flora- Tortoiseshell she-cat (also a kittypet) Pheasant- Brown tabby she-cat Glare- Black she-cat with white paws and green eyes Metal- Muscular dark gray tom Ember- Dark gray she-cat with green eyes Fiery Pelt- Ginger tom with green eyes, muzzle gray with age
Loners: Rat- Gray tom Steel- Silver tabby tom Riot- Dark ginger tom with yellow eyes Rage- Huge dark ginger tom with amber eyes Red- Dark ginger she-cat Robin- Brown tabby she-cat Silence- Silver tabby tom with blue eyes Whisper- Gray tabby tom with yellow eyes
Kittypets: Ria- Dark ginger tabby she-cat with yellow eyes Sparky- Ginger tabby tom Tommy- Dark brown tom April- Tortoiseshell she-cat
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Post by xxravenshadexx on Aug 4, 2018 15:54:48 GMT -5
Prologue:
Two cats passed side by side through an open field. They said nothing as they hurried through the field, keeping low to the ground. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" One of the cats asked, flicking the tip of their tail. "It's just so... empty here." The other cat halted for a moment and gazed into the distance. The only thing in sight was fields. "Yes," the cat replied steadily,"It may not look like it now, but we're certainly going in the direction of my birthplace."
Chapter 1:
Ember trotted through the dark streets of Twolegplace with a scrawny dead rat in her jaws. Her tail tip twitched and she constantly glanced over her shoulder as though she was afraid. Her shoulders sagged with relief when she saw a narrow alley that was wedged between a large Twoleg building and some thick undergrowth. As she brought her prey there, an old ginger tom padded out to greet her. (More to come soon)
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 5, 2018 9:58:38 GMT -5
A good start. I'd be interested in what happens next.
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