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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Dec 7, 2018 23:13:48 GMT -5
Twig twitched in his sleep. He was dreaming of him living in a wonderful house, living happily with a warm bed to sleep in and a never ending bowl of food. In his dream he was playing with a small twoleg, and he was actually enjoying it. He chased the toy around all day until the twoleg disappeared. He woke up and found himself in a old broken house. He shivered as he got up out of his small makeshift nest. Sighing he poked his head out. Once seeing the all clear he scrambled out and shook his tan striped coat.” Well at least I had a good nap.” He said to himself aloud. His stomach rumbling with hunger he decided to go hunt. Starter.
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Post by Novi on Dec 8, 2018 22:32:48 GMT -5
finally making my rounds to my roleplays Silas and Jack could work. do you want to start or should I?) Cleo watched curiously as he seemed to be thinking hard about something. She s'pposed not many cats from the Heights wanted to meet a gang. "The void?" She cocked her head to one side. What an interesting name. Of course, she knew what a void was, or wasn't depending on how you looked at it. A lack of something. Why ever would a gang want to call itself the void? "Where did that name come from? Sounds a little funky." She pouted a little when he said she couldn't meet them. How boring. Although when he said his sister would attack her, Cleo's ears perked. "You have a sister? What's she like?" It also told her a bit about his gang. That they had a tendency to attack strangers and that, whoever was their leader, allowed such behavior. So then why didn't Caesar attack her? Were they not on his territory? Or maybe the void only attacked when close to home..
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 8, 2018 22:52:44 GMT -5
Rex also kept an eye on Charlemagne's human. Occasionally the two cats would run interference with the guests in the den. Typically, by the time anything started where they would have to, it didn't take much to knock the human down to their feet. They were already pretty unbalanced. He let out a laugh when Charlemagne mentioned Barnaby being jealous. He shook his head. "That tom. How on earth has he survived so long? Feeling the need to one-up in injuries. One of these days, he's going to hear about some death and decide that his death must be better." He tsked lightly. "Rookie mistake." Although, Rex was wondering how alive the fish had to be to be able to take a toe off and how Barnaby missed that life in it. Rex rose and followed his friend. He gave a light nod, purring. "Much better." He resettled. He couldn't stretch out, but that was a small detail. "Some sailors just live for the best tales, others are content to tell the tails of others." The tabby tom shrugged lightly, but remained smiling. The thin tom tucked his paws underneath his body, enjoying the warmth the fire offered through the stone hearth and he closed his eyes contently, just relishing in the moment. Opening up his eyes, Charlemagne turned back to Rex, his tail flicking lightly. "How long will you be in the area?"
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Post by Novi on Dec 8, 2018 23:26:50 GMT -5
Rex snorted. "Well now, that depends on the kinds of tales one is looking for." He yawned. The warmth from the fireplace was making him sleepy. "I don't care much for the stories of overconfidence." He shook his head. "I do like stories of adventurers who overcome obstacles set in front of them. Now those are stories worth telling." Resting his head on his paws, he watched as more twolegs entered the den. A few of them were his own, younger kits included. His eyes narrowed slightly. Just so long as they didn't get wasted before they had to set sail again... Speaking of, he returned his attention to his friend. "Not long, I'm afraid. Jack wants to make it through the cold waters before they have the potential to freeze over."
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Sparkly
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Post by Sparkly on Dec 9, 2018 5:15:47 GMT -5
finally making my rounds to my roleplays Silas and Jack could work. do you want to start or should I?) (Can you start?)
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Post by Novi on Dec 9, 2018 17:21:42 GMT -5
Silas let out a purr, rubbing against his boy's legs. Marshall bent down to give the tom a pat. Silas followed Marshall down the stairs and towards the front door. A girl was waiting for him. Silas' ears twitched. Human courtship was such a strange thing to him. Knowing Marshall's night would now be consumed by the girl, Silas let out a sigh and headed out the open door. With expert skills, he scaled the tree in front of their home and settled down. Glancing in the window, Silas felt pity for his boy. Even though a smile was present, Silas knew better. Marshall was uncomfortable.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 17:31:50 GMT -5
rp anyone? I have Clementine)
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 9, 2018 18:00:50 GMT -5
Rex snorted. "Well now, that depends on the kinds of tales one is looking for." He yawned. The warmth from the fireplace was making him sleepy. "I don't care much for the stories of overconfidence." He shook his head. "I do like stories of adventurers who overcome obstacles set in front of them. Now those are stories worth telling." Resting his head on his paws, he watched as more twolegs entered the den. A few of them were his own, younger kits included. His eyes narrowed slightly. Just so long as they didn't get wasted before they had to set sail again... Speaking of, he returned his attention to his friend. "Not long, I'm afraid. Jack wants to make it through the cold waters before they have the potential to freeze over." Charlemagne found himself nodding along with the words of his companion, he couldn't agree more. "Clearly the time at sea has wisened you Rex." His lips tugged upwards in a slight smirk and he teased his longtime friend. The tabby followed the other tom's gaze and watched the newcomers enter the den and he raised his eyebrows suspiciously, judging from their scent, some of them had already drunk before coming in, that usually only meant trouble for Tyler. "It seems as though some of you crewmates haven't quite learned the wisdom that the sea brings to its voyagers, they must be newcomers." The tom kept his gaze trained on them as they entered and found a table, their yowling much louder than that of the others already there. (I have some kitties open Glory: Ada (Downtown), Hibbard Greggory lll (Heights), and Presila (Corner) )
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Sparkly
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Post by Sparkly on Dec 9, 2018 18:10:25 GMT -5
Silas let out a purr, rubbing against his boy's legs. Marshall bent down to give the tom a pat. Silas followed Marshall down the stairs and towards the front door. A girl was waiting for him. Silas' ears twitched. Human courtship was such a strange thing to him. Knowing Marshall's night would now be consumed by the girl, Silas let out a sigh and headed out the open door. With expert skills, he scaled the tree in front of their home and settled down. Glancing in the window, Silas felt pity for his boy. Even though a smile was present, Silas knew better. Marshall was uncomfortable. Jack had spent quite a while wandering around the city, lost in his own thoughts. He was pondering where his old gang had ended up - maybe his friends from the olden days, too. There were a few cats he hadn't seen in moons that he'd love to catch up with. Once he looked up, he was semi-annoyed to find himself in the Heights district. He grimaced - he didn't have the best of reputations among Heights cats, but he hadn't shown his face in the district for so long that he might have been forgotten. Hopefully so, Jack thought to himself as he settled under a tree in one of the Twoleg front gardens. I don't want to have to deal with fighting a housecat today. They're always so eager, yet so... clumsy.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 18:13:57 GMT -5
Unortuneately Clem is in Waterside and is 5 moons old so she won't leave by herself)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 9, 2018 20:49:42 GMT -5
(Lurks I might make another character. Mmm thoughts on a charismatic con artist? lol)
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Dec 9, 2018 20:50:43 GMT -5
I have a starter.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 21:05:37 GMT -5
(Lurks I might make another character. Mmm thoughts on a charismatic con artist? lol) A female. She is from the corner and at a young age grew tired of getting pushed around so she learned how to manipulate others to get her way)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 9, 2018 21:38:05 GMT -5
(I like that. She could be the most well off cat in the corner or she brings food for the corner cats and chases off anyone who might trespass. Plus, I can see her spreading the silliest rumors)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 21:40:12 GMT -5
xD yes)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 9, 2018 21:48:51 GMT -5
(Thanks btw)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 21:50:51 GMT -5
anytime )
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 10, 2018 0:34:38 GMT -5
(Oooo I like that character idea!)
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Post by Novi on Dec 11, 2018 17:33:20 GMT -5
Rex let out a hearty laugh. "I don't know if I'd call a story preference 'wise', but I'll accept the compliment nonetheless." His eyes glowed. "There's no taking it back now." He teased gently. He nodded slowly at the sight of the kits. "Yea. Unfortunately, the new kits have a tendency to show off for the females. It doesn't typically end well for them." His eyes glowed fondly. "Still, it's cute to watch the pattern." He nodded as the kit made his way to the tall counter, leaning over it. He lowered his voice and scooted closer to Charlemagne. "First, he's gunna ask for a drink, even though he's under age. Then he's going to tell her he's a sailor. She'll ask what his position is, and he'll try to make 'den cleaner' sound adventurous." He narrated it as it played out. "Of course, this one looks experience. My kit won't get anything passed her. She knows what he is and is unimpressed. So, now he's going to have to show off somewhere else. Like, say, a fight." The kit sauntered over to a game table and settled down to play. Of course, these things always ended the same. The kit bites off more than they can chew and gets roughed up for it. Some are more merciful than others.
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Post by Novi on Dec 11, 2018 17:44:15 GMT -5
Silas watched as another cat padded over to sit under his tree. He hadn't seen this one around before. The tom didn't smell like any cat from the Heights. Who was this newcomer? He tilted his head to one side. He seemed comfortable so he must know the area wasn't too big of a threat. Silas sat up and stretched out before he stepped off his branch, dropping down and leading skillfully in front of the tom. "Hello there. Who might you be?" He tilted his head to one side.
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Sparkly
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Post by Sparkly on Dec 11, 2018 17:57:20 GMT -5
Jack was certainly spooked when another cat landed in front of him. He almost hissed and ran off, before he calmed down. It was just another tom, and a Heights tom at that. A nice, polite Heights tom. "I'm Jack," He introduced himself. "Captain Jack, you might say. I've had that nickname before, and I'm not giving it up now. And who are you, may I ask?" He queried. In truth, he'd only ever had one trip on a ship, but he'd taken to it so well that the ship-cats had started calling him Captain Jack. The name had stuck, and Jack still referred to himself as Captain Jack.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 11, 2018 20:44:21 GMT -5
(Ideas on a name? I'm thinking Artemis, Vixie/Vixen or Jade)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 11, 2018 20:45:35 GMT -5
What about Jesabel?)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 11, 2018 20:50:49 GMT -5
(Now that sounds perfect )
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Post by Novi on Dec 16, 2018 15:37:59 GMT -5
Jack was certainly spooked when another cat landed in front of him. He almost hissed and ran off, before he calmed down. It was just another tom, and a Heights tom at that. A nice, polite Heights tom. "I'm Jack," He introduced himself. "Captain Jack, you might say. I've had that nickname before, and I'm not giving it up now. And who are you, may I ask?" He queried. In truth, he'd only ever had one trip on a ship, but he'd taken to it so well that the ship-cats had started calling him Captain Jack. The name had stuck, and Jack still referred to himself as Captain Jack. Silas tilted his head to one side. Jack. "My boy has a friend named Captain Jack." He purred in amusement. "A sailor. They've got a cat, too. His name is Rexamon. Maybe you've met them before?" He assumed this cat was also a sailor, although he didn't look like one. Perhaps it was a thing of the past? Jack could've been on mainland long enough to lose the salt smell that always clung to the sailing cats. Of course, those from waterside also carried it, but they also tended to smell like fish guts and the like as well. And a small trace of whatever other district they may call home. "I'm Silas." He settled, neatly curling his tail around his paws. (i'll add the free will gang to the list :3)
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Sparkly
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Post by Sparkly on Dec 16, 2018 17:04:00 GMT -5
(Okay!)
"It's nice to meet you, Silas," Jack mewed, dipping his head with respect. The sailor Twolegs were always nice, so if the Twolegs who lived here associated themselves with sailors, they couldn't be too bad. "And I was never really a ship-cat. I only was ever on a boat once, but I took to it well, so the ship-cats nicknamed me Captain Jack," He explained, tail swishing behind him. "I'd never dare set paw on a ship again, though. Boat trips are deathtraps, I'm telling you now - I got plenty of bruises from when I was thrown about during storms. Even sprained my tail once." He shook his head, eyes wide. "It was an experience, for sure."
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 16, 2018 21:51:41 GMT -5
(Here!)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 16, 2018 21:53:56 GMT -5
Me too!)
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