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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 5, 2018 1:05:35 GMT -5
So, how's everyone?
You don't have to write down your characters, you can just jump in. You can have just one, or make multiple ones. Have fun.
Setting :
Trinity:city at the edge of a forest, not a large city, full of streets and alleys to run through. Treasure Park:a park in the center of the city. Has a lot of trees and a lake in the center. Full of squirrels, chipmunks, birds of all kinds.
Times Acres: a collection of houses and apartment buildings on the edge of the city, near the forest area. Not far from the streets of the city.
Plot(?) : There's been an increase in cats loitering the streets around Trinity and Treasure Park. Some say they are coming from the large forest at the edge of the city, the one no one goes in. Some cats are alone and fighting to survive, while the town's kittypets watch in amusement and sit on their posts. Others do not have an opinion. And others wish to change this. There is a large truck that goes around town some days that picks up these cats, and the cats do not know where it takes them. Only that their friends do not return.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 5, 2018 1:29:34 GMT -5
I can start first:
Thomas had gotten tired of digging through these large bins to find food. After traveling throughout the whole clearing area, of which other cats had referred to as "the park", he'd ended up scaring half the live food around him with his clumsy feet. So trash bins it was. Ever since he was a small kit, he'd been alone here, in the streets. Usually, he was okay with that. Just wandering, searching for his next meal. He'd grown accustomed. But then, the Reacher came to the city. And any cat in the vicinity became his target. He didn't want to die, or whatever happened to those cats that were captured, so Thomas stayed close to the little park instead. It had gotten harder to deal with nowadays, though. Other rogues and loners had come into the park, trying to mark their territory. He had to fight a couple of them. It just ended up with him and a few torn ears and scars along his dark brown tabby pelt. He'd lost a lot of fur recently, too. And not to mention the amount of kittypet owner's kits coming through the area, trying to chase him and pick him up. It was horrible. He wanted back in the alley he was living in since he'd been abandoned by his mother. He wanted his warm trash bin back, the one with the echo and the smell of food from one of the twoleg dens nearby. He missed that place. He could go back but...he didn't want to be captured by the Reacher. Thomas jumped up onto a bench, curling around and lying upon the cold surface. He yawned, stretching out his claws. He was so tired...and so hungry. He'd have to wait until the next morning to find more prey to catch, or something else in the bins to eat.
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Salem arched her back, hissing in fury as the nearby alleycats came closer to her food. She'd just found this food. She was NOT about to let this little thieves take it away from her. "Give it up, shorty!" One of the bigger tomcats yowled, "In a fight with us, you'll definitely lose!" "Heh, the little abandoned kittypet can't even keep up her weight in these parts. Too bad." Another she-cat beside him huffed, amber eyes glowing. The other tom beside her just growled and began to launch at Salem. She just unsheathed her claws, grabbed the little mouse in her mouth, and ran for her life down the alley. If she was to fight back, they'd steal it anyway when she wasn't looking. But she was fast, despite her short stature, and she could easily lose them. Salem hadn't always been like this. She used to belong to the richest family here in Trinity. But then, she'd lost sight in one eye, and her owners wanted to "put her down". So she left. She didn't want to die. All her friends watched as she clawed her "papa" on the hands as he dropped her, and she ran as fast as she could. Away from the tall houses. Away from her Home, and towards the city. She'd met others from the city before. She'd actually fallen in love with one of them before. His name was Asher. But, she hadn't seen him since a large man with a net came by and picked him up and carried him away. She hoped she would see him again. But she hadn't. Now, she fought to survive. Eventually, she found a small sewer pipe she could fit in, hiding inside with her mouse. The cats outside stopped at the pipe and huffed and puffed for a minute, before leaving. She sighed, before grabbing her food and taking a step in the more roomy area of the pipe. She began to eat her meal, savoring the flavor as much as she could.
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(I'll also be making an actual kittypet and then a forest cat, but that will be when someone wants to rp with them)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 5, 2018 22:08:07 GMT -5
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Post by ivysaur on Sept 9, 2018 5:43:42 GMT -5
(Hi there! Gonna jump in with 2 characters to start!)
A lean she-cat named Alli was lounging on top a tree branch in the park. She had a relaxed expression on her face and she was casually batting a swaying leaf with her paw. Her fur was black and blended well with the shade the tree provided, all save for her white tipped tail with was swishing back and forth below her. Her green gaze lazily scanned her surroundings. From the corner of her eye, she saw a scarred tom curl up on a bench not far from her. He looked exhausted but who could blame him? Everyone was spent these days, trying to avoiding fights and being taken away. She liked to refer to herself as too skilled to be caught- many would argue otherwise. Still, she was in decent shape despite all what was happening. From what she could see, others weren't as fortunate as her. There was a twinge in her chest and she stirred from her perch. She should probably help him. Maybe give him some prey. She was a decent enough hunter for that.
Suddenly generous, she leaped down from the tree, landing neatly on her paws. Now standing, her black pelt now showed a long scar across her side, old and healed but wicked-looking. Whether or not it was still painful was difficult to say as the she-cat gracefully padded up to Thomas, wearing more of a smirk than a smile. "You look like crowfood." Of course, it wasn't the best greeting she could have thought of but Alli wasn't known for her social skills. "You must be hungry, huh?"
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There was a sudden clang as a bin fell to the ground in an alleyway. Hissing and growling soon followed. A burly tom cat had his back arched, snarling at an alley cat in front of him. He was mostly white with cream patches scattered across his hindquarters and face. His opponent was a gray tabby and had his claws out, ready to attack.
"Listen, Bruce... We've been over this. This alley is mine!" yowled the tabby, neck fur rising.
"Not for long," was Bruce's reply. Instead of waiting for any more words, the two cats launched themselves at each other. Bruce, the larger of the two, managed to pin the other down. There was a cut on his cheek but he didn't let that stop him. He pressed his paw down on the alley cat's neck, glaring down at him. "My alley now," he mewed darkly. He let the other scramble away and run. The tom licked his maw before following, looking to chase him off properly.
Their chase ended when Bruce hooked his claws to the tom's flank, tearing fur off. He stood panting, watching as the other continued to run. Looking around, he realized he had ended up in front of some sewer pipes and there was a she-cat eating in one of them. He tried to lock his gaze with hers, flicking an ear in greeting. "Greetings, miss..." The cut on his face was bleeding slightly but he didn't seem to mind.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 10, 2018 2:10:26 GMT -5
(hey there! just returned home from work not too long ago. I will be writing up some responses and will post them tomorrow!)
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Sept 10, 2018 8:24:32 GMT -5
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It was a great day to lounge around and do nothing. Elowen dared to rest her eyes inside of a damp sewage pipe, her fur smudged against her thin, lanky frame as she breathed softly. Her dreams weren't pleasant, a possible outcome of sleeping in such an uncomfortable, cramped space, but her still body made it hard to tell. What choice did she have but to sleep in such a thing? It seemed to be the only place where cats would not come bothering her - or so she thought - and she had no where else to go.
The scattering of paws jolted her from her slumber. Pale blue eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the dim lighting, the lynx point Siamese strained to focus on the subject approaching her rapidly. She remained still as a fellow molly eased into her pipe and began feasting upon what smelled like a mouse.
The scent was welcoming and made the she-cat's mouth water. Slowly, she crept towards the opening of the pipe where the she-cat sat, but stopped in her tracks as another mew breached her ears. A tom cat.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 10, 2018 14:58:13 GMT -5
Hearing the new voice overwhelmed him, making Thomas raise his dark tabby muzzle in shock and stare at the she-cat in front of him. Not that he was scared...okay, yeah. He was scared. But he didn't need her to know that. He'd had his fair share of fights. He knew not to let his vulnerabilities show. But sometimes...it was hard. Especially when he was full of exhaustion and needed some good rest, and he had thought he'd checked the area for others. He must have not check close enough. Maybe hunger effected his nostrils, too. Thomas flicked a torn ear, eyes still wide, but he lowered his muzzle and addressed her with a stern look. "...I'm fine." He murmured, softly, "I've been hungry before. It's nothing new." He sat up slowly, "What are you doing here? A street cat, too?" He held himself away from her. Going off the long painful-looking scar on her side, he assumed this she-cat knew what she was doing, or at least, knew how to handle herself around this place. And he did NOT want to make her angry, or upset. He was too tired to be in another fight at the moment.
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It took Salem a moment of digging her hungry jaws into the mouse for her to realize she wasn't completely alone. She should have recognized the scent of other cats around, but her hunger and fear had propelled herself forward and without hesitance. She thought she could scent another cat inside the pipe with her, but she was too overwhelmed by the sight of a large tom-cat outside staring at her to check behind her. Her fur bristled slightly, yellow eyes narrowing at the tom. She stuck a paw over her prey. "Hello. Having a fight?" She whispered, noticing the bleeding spot on his cheek, "You seem to be injured." She was ready to fight if needed. She needed to stay guard. This was not her old home, not the simple life of a kittypet. This was the hunger-driven world of rogues, and she needed to survive. She wondered what her old friend Asher would do. He seemed to understand this world a lot better than she probably ever could. She wondered where he was now... Salem knew there was someone behind her now. She could scent two presences: the tom, and possibly a she-cat? She needed to stay focused. Could the one behind her be trying to steal her prey?
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Post by ivysaur on Sept 11, 2018 1:20:25 GMT -5
"Street cat, forest cat- buddy, I'm just a cat," she replied with a twitch of her whiskers. She sat down in front of him, curling her tail around her paws. Truthfully, her mother was from the forest and her father was a kittypet. Both weren't the most nurturing so the entire litter grew up independent. In fact, the last she saw of her family was when she got her scar. All memories for another time, she thought, shaking her head. At present, there was a wary tom she was about to feed. In theory. First he had to let her help him. If life in this city had taught her anything, it was that trusting cats too quickly could cost you your life. She had to bring out all her charm for this one.
Alli licked a paw, bringing it up to clean her ear. As she brought it down, she looked at the tabby tom with a what she hoped was a friendly gleam in her eyes. "As for why I'm here...how would you like to be a little less hungry?"
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Watching her tense up upon realizing that he was there brought some discomfort to Bruce. He understood that he was an intimidating sight, having chased someone off only moments ago, but he didn't mean to frighten anyone else. "Just finished," he meowed back in response. He didn't move any closer, not wanting to make her bolt away. His gaze then traveled downwards, noticing her paw shielding something, probably prey. He took a deep breath, finally taking in the scents in the area after the fight. Two she-cats and a mouse. Just that and the mangepelt from earlier. Probably still running away. Thinking about food made his stomach rumble slightly- he hadn't had anything to eat that day. He was above stealing prey from bystanders like her but that didn't make him any less hungry.
"Not trying to cause trouble for you, miss," he stated calmly, waving his striped tail. "What's yours is still yours. Just took claim to the alley close by here." His stomach was what led him to that alley. He had been scoping the place out since last moon. He knew the bins there would be filled every other night. Clearly, it didn't beat a fresh mouse but it was nourishment. Maybe he'd find a rat lurking about during dark. "Not an injury I can't handle," were his next words. He absentmindedly raised a paw to swipe at his cheek, trying to clean off the blood. It stung but he felt like this was more important.
He took a step back, dipping his head at her. "Out of curiosity, this your territory, miss? Just want to inform you, we seem to be neighbors now."
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Sept 12, 2018 6:45:44 GMT -5
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The softest hiss escaped her muzzle as she realized she was trapped. One she-cat would've been relatively easy to slip past if she was quick enough, but two felines blocking the exit? Their conversation seemed surprisingly friendly, not as confrontational as she'd expect, but that didn't mean she was safe.
"It's mine, actually." Her voice was smooth like silk, yet dark in tone. She could roll words off of her tongue in ease while leaving harsh marks from what she spoken, a gift she dared to use then. She slowly eased around the other she-cat, able to barely brush her pelt due to her slim frame, and poked her front half out of the pipe, sticking her nose directly into the tom's face as the sunlight revealed her appearance. "Why do you ask? You plan to take it?" She enunciated her words sharply, her teeth on display between each syllable. Her eyes were dark, to hide what emotions rest between their unblinking lenses as she glared the tom down.
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Post by ivysaur on Sept 12, 2018 7:15:22 GMT -5
When the other she-cat emerged from the pipe, Bruce's blue eyes widened a bit. With each word, his neck fur began to rise. A heartbeat passed, nothing but stiff silence and locked gazes, until the tom relented and moved. He shifted his footing slightly, taking a step back and forcing his fur to lay down flat. "Not at all," he responded, blinking slowly. "Someone else might." He jerked his head behind him, gesturing to the cat he had chased away. "He's a nasty one. Persistent." At the back of his mind, he hoped that this she-cat had seen the whole thing. He didn't go around taking territories for fun but for survival, something which the previous owner of his alley didn't understand.
He looked between both cats before dipping his head. "Again, not here to cause you any trouble. I can leave now, if you want." He waved his tail behind him, mind straying to his new territory and what was in the bins.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 13, 2018 0:46:53 GMT -5
Thomas looked down at the new she-cat suspiciously, but nodded. "I am...I mean, I would like to be a little less hungry." He shifted his paws, his tail coming to wrap around them. "What could you do to help that? It would be strange for you to just randomly find food for me. Or do you know a secret trick?" He tried to add a small chuckle, to lighten the situation. Maybe she was just a friendly street cat. Her eyes said she was. And he could trust that, if for just a moment, couldn't he? He still needed to be on his guard, though. She could easily pounce him and steal the food. But why would she offer to help...if she was just going to do that? So, he decided he could trust her, just this one time, to help him. If that's what she was offering.
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Salem was surprised to find the she-cat coming to move beside her, right past her and nearing the tom. She hadn't expected the she-cat to be so...ferocious. Well, not really ferocious. Maybe sly and aggressive. But that was to be expected from street cats and rogues. She needed to remember that. Every cat here had not been placed here for the fun of it. They were here for survival, and to hopefully find a life and home in all this. Salem sure hoped she'd find a home in this life. She thought back to her friend from the past. He'd show her how he made a home in this lifestyle. He had made it seem so easy.
She stepped forward, but kept her paw on her prey. She was noticing that the mouse was beginning to get cold. Not from death itself, but from being dead for too long. And Salem hated waiting to eat, hated eating cold prey. She let her eyes move between cats, watching their conversation steadily.
"...it's not my territory." She eventually said, "And I'm sorry for trespassing. I was chased by some old...'friends', if you want to call them that. They wanted to steal my food and kill me, so I ran here to hide. Again, apologies." She grabbed the mouse in her jaws and stepped out of the pipe. The air outside had gotten chillier, it seemed. She was just glad she had just enough fur to cover her and keep her warm. She looked towards the tom, "You said you live in another alley near here? I'm assuming you fought the other cat to keep your territory, then?" A chill ran down her back to think this tom could easily remove another cat from his territory with a fight. She wasn't used to fights, and she was scared that she'd never get her own territory, or alley, or whatever she could find.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Sept 14, 2018 11:10:32 GMT -5
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It was a crazy stunt to pull, to be so bold, but it worked. Keeping her eyes locked onto his, the she-cat took the opening and slowly eased around the tom as he spoke to her. What if he hadn't backed away like she'd hoped? She hadn't thought the plan through, but Elowen hated being cornered.
She fought to keep her mind clear, as not to display any emotion behind her guarded blue orbs. Once she'd eased past him without any attempt at stopping her, the silvery-white she-cat broke into a light sprint, ducking past the larger tom as she beelined for the alleyway exit. She kept her ears swiveled backwards in case any cat gave chase, to which she would hear and then break into a run.
By now, it was probably clear that the feline had lied about owning the territory, but the lynx-point carried no guilt as she trekked onwards. She dared to glance over her shoulder - just once, just for a little peek at the she-cat that had temporarily shared the cramped space with her - before the monster blared its ugly roar and ran her over. In her rush to escape, she hadn't been paying attention to where she'd been trotting, and the sacrifice of looking behind herself to view the she-cat who'd spoken so calmly would cost Elowen her leg.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 17, 2018 23:29:15 GMT -5
Surprised by the rogue she-cat's escape, Salem let her eyes follow her back, ears pricked up and eyes wide. She had wondered before if the she-cat had been telling the truth about this being her territory. Salem had stepped onto it first, so she was slightly afraid of what the repercussions would be. But then, the she-cat ran. And Salem instantly knew that the territory wasn't hers. Then who's territory was it? Before she could consider the possibility of taking the territory as her own, she noticed the she-cat look behind her, straight at Salem. With a tilt of her head, Salem questioned her. And then she saw the she-cat get attacked by the monster barreling down the road. "No!" Salem shouted, getting on all fours and running over to where the she-cat had been hit. The whole time she was running a mantra through her mind. Please don't let her be dead, please don't let her be dead, please don't let her be dead... Salem had seen enough kittypets from where she used to live get hit by the monsters. Even some forest cats. And they weren't always pretty sights. Actually, they never were pretty. More gruesome, and helpless, and full of death. Maybe Salem thought she could save her. She ran forward, making sure there weren't any other monsters springing forward, and checked the she-cat's scent. Still alive. For now. "Help me!" She called back to the tom.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Sept 18, 2018 16:18:23 GMT -5
Tiramisu sat in the opening of her Twoleg's home, quite a few rows up from the bottom. Next to the window were the metal stairs that zig-zagged until they hit right above the entrance.The Himalayan curled her tail around her paws and watched the monsters crawl back and forth across the Thunderpath. She would occasionally groom her face or flank, but generally kept her eyes on the territory below her. She didn't own it, of course, but she liked to consider the entire tall den hers, as she was the only kittypet living there. It made her happy to at least have something of her own, besides her Twoleg.
At the sound of a cat's cry, however, her ears pricked and she gazed down to the source of the noise; it was a few dens down from hers. A streak of blood on the Thunderpath, leading to... a cat! Another cat was sniffing the injured one, and was the one to give the distressed call. Sounds like a she-cat...
Tiramisu looked back to the apartment and gave her Twoleg a vague farewell, then hopped down the metal escape and landed neatly on all fours onto the hot sidepath. "Are you alright?" she called, padding in the direction of the two cats. Her bell jingled rhythmically on her powder blue collar.
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Post by cloudheart on Sept 18, 2018 19:01:24 GMT -5
Sage yawned as she woke from her nap, stretching as the sun warmed her mottled pelt. Before she had time to groom herself like normal, a series of concerning noises made their way to her ears. What this time? she wondered as she hopped off her favorite window ledge to investigate. As the scent of blood got stronger she picked up her pace. The older she-cat didn't stop until she was with a group of strangers surrounding an injured cat. Pale green eyes widened in shock as she gasped and looked over the situation. Carefully she started to nudge her head under the lynx-point in order to try to get the injured cat on her back. "Tiny bit of help, one of you please?" she grunted as politely as she could.
Rascal dug around in a rather pungent bin, trying to figure out exactly where the smell was coming from. By the time he was half through the garbage he heard a door open. A tattered ear twitched as he burrowed quickly to the top of the heap. He poked his gray head out and greeted the Upwalker with a "mrrow" before leaping to the ground and curling around the tall creature's legs. He knew if he purred just enough that they would take pity on him, and sure enough he was soon gifted with a plate of chicken and bowl of milk. They mean well at least, he thought as he started to tear into the cooked scraps, thinking of whether or not he'd risk the stomach ache that day.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 23, 2018 22:47:46 GMT -5
Salem was still skiddish about the situation, eyes trained on the other she-cats closed ones. She was bristling with fear, ears thrown back and teeth barred in shock. She'd been trying to get the she-cat up, when the other two cats came forward. She watched as Sage came and helped beside her. "We can lie her on my back..." She murmured, softly, still full of fear. She turned to Tiramisu, eyes wide. "I was sitting in what I assumed was her territory, because I was being chased by other cats and this tom cat came by, the one back there, and I'm assuming she got scared or something and started to run off but she looked back at me and didn't see the car coming and now..." She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes. She'd seen death, she'd seen the cats and dogs and whatever animals get hit by the monsters the owners called "cars" and she'd seen the aftermaths of each one. But now, she didn't have the safety of hiding behind her owners den walls, nothing to protect herself from this bloody one. And it frightened her. It could have easily been her, if she wasn't careful... "She needs help..." She murmured softly, eyeing the she-cats mangled leg.
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Sitting atop a fence not too far away was a small cat with medium-length tabby brown fur. He purred and watched the stars with wide yellow eyes, long tail gently waving back and forth against the wooden boards underneath him. Baby had always loved the stars, it was one thing his owners had shown him and muttered about when they didn't think he was listening. Of course, he could never really understand what they were saying, but he could catch certain phrases and words that lingered on the pictures of pages they'd show him. They would be of lights and bright circle things that burned in the dark sky, ones like the luminescent creatures above him now. And he loved looking at them. He wondered if they'd ever come down to greet him. Baby's ears flicked up when he heard some clattering of a trash bin not too far away. He hummed and followed the sound on his fence, noticing it coming from a neighbors yard. He looked down past the fence into their yard and saw their den's door open, watching as the owner gave another cat scrap food. He curled his tail around his paws and watched silently, wondering who this new cat was. From his scent that Baby could pick up, he was a street cat. Probably digging in their bin and trying to find food. Baby sighed to himself. Why couldn't these cats just get with another owner in town? They'd live a better life, with food aplenty and comfort. And they wouldn't worry so much about survival. He wondered why they chose to live like that, instead of being with an owner. Or maybe it was the simple fact that some owners didn't want the street cats. Maybe that was the reason. If so, it must be a sad life, being a street cat. Baby thought of the risk of freedom being a street cat came with. He'd enjoy the freedom, but not the survival. He was alright just sitting atop his fence and watching the stars instead of fighting cats for his own territory.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Sept 23, 2018 23:58:53 GMT -5
Tiramisu frowned, her eyes wide with fear. She glanced around wildly, then set her gaze back on Salem. "There's a space between these two tall dens that's too small to be anyone's territory," she said, flicking her tail in the direction. It laid between her section and the part next door. "We can put her there and tend to her wounds." She was trying to keep calm so the other cats wouldn't be so afraid, but she couldn't tell if it was working. Then she looked down at the silver she-cat and grabbed her scruff as gently as she could to pull her up onto Salem's back.
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Post by cloudheart on Sept 24, 2018 11:59:41 GMT -5
Once the injured cat was on Salem's back, Sage stuck close in case she did any sliding during the move. She went over what she knew about healing quickly, eyes darting around the space in search of anything that would help. "Something sturdy to keep the leg straight, something flexible to wrap around, it might get infected too," she muttered, tail lashing. If only my owner were home.
With half the chicken gone, Rascal sat back to do a mid-meal clean up. He caught the scent of another cat and looked around. He saw a cat smaller than himself and perked up. "Hey, do you want some chicken friend?" he called.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Sept 25, 2018 10:13:59 GMT -5
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Agony.
The world didn't seem very bent on making her suffer, not like one would think. Despite the surge of electricity that pumped through her veins and gushed blood from her right side in waves, it wasn't all that bad.
It was dark at first, but Elowen didn't know it. She didn't know if the monster had hit the moon, of if the moon had crashed down upon her fragile body and shattered into trillions of pieces. She didn't know if the darkness was real or if she'd created it. She just didn't know. She could feel the world tilting around her, and yet there was no world to tilt. Everything was just blank and agony.
"Help me!" a voice cried to Elowen. The lynx-point could faintly feel the pelts of others brushing against her flank, adjusting her against the hot, sticky pavement that clung to her wet fur. She eased her blue eyes open, aware that the darkness was light enough to push away with her eyelids, to catch a glimpse of the scene around her.
The world hadn't been cruel to her after all, she thought. As the searing pain eased into an uncomfortable numbness, the lithe she-cat saw that she was alive. The moon hadn't crushed her. The monster hadn't ripped her into pieces. She groaned lowly, unable to initially register the feeling of being carried as the she-cats surrounding her ganged up to roll her onto Salem's back. She tried to reach a paw out to grasp onto something - anything to make the world stop tilting, only to discover that there was no paw. Elowen blinked, gazing blankly at her invisible outstretched foreleg as her brain fought to comprehend the situation. It pulsed painfully in her skull, and the only conclusion she could muster was that she was too out of it to move her limbs.
As if in a continuous nightmare, the sound of the monster's retched paws slicing into the ground as it swerved was on repeat in a subtle melody in her mind. It was a consistent pattern of screeches, like a sick song, only interrupted by a loud slamming noise behind them all. The abrupt sound was followed by frantic two-leg chattering, and massive pawsteps jumbled up into a dance - or a jog. Elowen slowly strained her head to look around and see it for herself, and feasted her eyes upon a two-leg coming in their direction. Either out of shock or fear was unclear, but the Siamese couldn't speak the warning that clung to her throat, so she squirmed. Squirmed in panic as the two-leg got closer, squirmed in panic that she would be left for its murderous paws to grab as the others escaped, or panic that they'd all die in the paws of a monster-rider together because of her.
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Post by cloudheart on Sept 25, 2018 19:41:39 GMT -5
Warmth soaking into her short pelt broke Sage out of her thoughts. It was only now that she realized there wasn't even a leg to fix on the light-furred cat. Her mouth gaped as she fully took in the bloody sight, but before any sound could come out she noticed the other cat look at the road in panic. Worry boiling in her gut, Sage swung her head to see what else could be wrong. Her body stiffened at the sight of the Upwalker. As a kittypet she didn't have a problem with her owner and a few select Upwalkers that came into her home, but she knew on the streets these creatures could be dangerous. And this one just attacked a cat. Are they coming to finish the job? she wondered, ears flattening back against her skull. "Young cat, keep moving carefully and don't stop," she whispered to Salem. She'd leave it up to the others on what to do, but her plan was to do her best to either stop the Upwalker or slow them down.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 29, 2018 15:06:22 GMT -5
(hey Y.Y working on responses now)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 1, 2018 13:01:21 GMT -5
Salem made sure that the she-cat was on her back and wouldn't fall off, and then turned in shock to the approaching owner. Why were they escaping the jaws of that monster? Either way, she needed to get this injured cat away as soon as possible, and as far away as she could. She nodded her head to what Sage had said about leaving quickly. She didn't want Sage to face the owner alone, but that meant causing the injured she-cat more harm. She hummed, anxiety ridden, and began running in the direction of the small space Tiramisu had shown them. She needed to be careful. It looked like the she-cat had already lost a limb...poor thing. Why had she run out like that? Was it because the spot wasn't her territory, and she got scared? Salem wouldn't have scared her off, or chased her, or whatever street cats did. Honestly, Salem had just been hungry. And scared. And now, still terrified of what was going on. "You're safe now..." She murmured to the she-cat on her back, once they were inside the small space between the dens. "We'll get to patching you up, as long as the others know how to do that..." She felt useless. She didn't know how to patch someone up, how to heal them. All she knew, was that there was so so much blood, and a lost limb, and if they weren't careful, this she-cat could die. And it would be her fault.
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Baby grimaced as the other cat caught sight of him. He flicked his ears back, uncomfortable. He'd never met another street cat before, not like this. Not with one being...friendly? Maybe that was how they got you. Then, you're dead because you trusted too easily. He stayed put atop the fence, but he hunched over so he wouldn't be so visible. Only his eyes lite up his presence. "Um...no, no thanks. I had some in my home." He looked at half eaten chicken the cat had nearly swallowed up, "Why did they give you their food? Do you, uh, come here often?"
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Post by cloudheart on Oct 3, 2018 17:52:52 GMT -5
((Was trying to wait for the others, but it's been a while.))
Rascal tilted his head as he got a better look at the fence cat. "Oh yeah, I come here a few times a week. The people here don't chase me away, so I let them pet me. They seem happy with that and then give me food," he told Baby. He flicked his fluffy tail in a sort of shrug. "I'm Rascal by the way, what's your name?" It wasn't often he met a kittypet that wasn't snooty about him living on the streets, or any cat who wasn't ready to shred him over being around. The gray cat found it nice to talk with someone again.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 3, 2018 22:10:23 GMT -5
(no worries, hopefully they'll return! also, sorry it took me a good while to get responses out. it's been a couple stressful weeks. ;; but anyway! how are you?)
"...my real name is Babylon. Everyone around here calls me Baby, though." Baby sighed and stood up straighter on the fence. The other cat--he stated his name was Rascal--didn't seem too bad...so maybe he could reveal himself, just a bit more. He didn't seem too much like those angry streetcats Baby had seen near the park, wandering and getting in fights over this and that. This one seemed...friendly. He was okay with that. "I haven't noticed you here before. Of course, I haven't been out much recently, in the last week or so. Had to go to the, uh, healer. Had a bone break in my right foot." He shuffled forward a bit to show off his bandage over his leg. He was easily able to move now, but it still hurt. He was used to it, though. "So, apologies for not seeing you, uh, sooner, I guess."
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Post by Raven on Oct 9, 2018 15:25:40 GMT -5
{is this still open?}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 9, 2018 19:18:22 GMT -5
(sure!)
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Post by cloudheart on Oct 9, 2018 20:33:29 GMT -5
Rascal nodded a few times, tail swaying. "Oh don't worry about it. I kinda move around the town, it's rare for anyone who isn't a feeding site to see me," he explained. His eyes widened a little at seeing the bandaged leg. "Wow, what's a kittypet do to break their foot?" He was genuinely asking, having assumed they just lived cushy lives sitting on soft bedding. That's certainly what he remembered doing before his Upwalkers left him seasons ago.
((I feel that, and hope things get better for you soon.))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 10, 2018 0:26:42 GMT -5
Baby chuckled awkwardly, ears flicking in embarrassment. "I, uh, decided to take a trek around the forest near here. Got in a fight with a small fox. Before the thing could finish me off, another owner killed it and saved me. Brought me back here to my family. It was, um, a lucky shot." He shrugged, "The feisty thing bit hard and caused fractal damage to my leg. Some scratches and bruises, but I'm fine. Nothing too bad. I can easily put pressure on it again, at least." He walked a few steps along the fence, before hopping down on a broken part and down to the concrete below were Rascal was. He slightly winced as he limped on the bandaged leg. "Well, I can put just enough pressure on it easily, anyway."
(thanks! you too ^^ )
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Post by cloudheart on Oct 10, 2018 15:56:11 GMT -5
Rascal started to move when he saw Baby wince, but stopped himself. The concern in his eyes quickly changed to a look of excitement. "I've never even tried to go to the forest, and you survived a fox there!" He'd done good to survive run-ins with other street cats or dogs, a few bigger than him but none bigger than a fox. It was nice that most Upwalkers kept their bigger dogs tied to them or locked in fences. The thought of having to fight one of them made him shudder. "You must be brave to have gone out there."
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Post by Raven on Oct 10, 2018 16:09:31 GMT -5
Buck trodded between the fence along the twoleg place. He had lived with two-legs before and he knew that most of them weren't going to hurt him , and if anything feed him. He knew how to hunt for himself, of course, he had to learn since becoming a loner. His whisker twitched and he was enjoying peeking into other's yards.
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