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Post by Blueflame123 on Aug 29, 2019 11:55:01 GMT -5
Hi everyone!! I had a jump-in open a few months ago but our lives got the best of some of the RPers and now FirestarForever and I are looking to start another one !! RULES: Follow Forum Rules!! No killing other cats without permission of the RPer PLEASE be as ACTIVE as possible!! I know we all have outside lives, but it sucks when we are in the middle of an rp and a main character isnt there for a few days or more. It completely ruins the rp. So please let me know if you aren't going to be on for a few days or if you are leaving the rp. No magical characters BE LITERATE. MINIMUM of 3 sentences!! It is very difficult to go off of only a few words, if you arent into the rp enough to write 3+ sentences than dont do the rp. Be nice to each other And Have Fun!! Options: Rogue, Previously a Warrior but now an outcast Kittypet Also you can choose if you want to write the description of your cat out formally, or you can just add their details into the first and second replies you do. Also, Im trying to keep the toms/she-cat ratio the same so that mates and crushes can form. I dont mind drama between cats, it makes it more fun! But nothing TO bad. The plots will likely happen as we go. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Lightning ran through the dense undergrowth, her pawsteps were silent. She let out a small sigh as the undergrowth began to clear and she slowed down into a more open area, where a small creek trickled down its path. She plopped herself in the soft grass and closed her eyes, her jet black fur was still bristling as her heart raced. She had been running since dusk from a run-in with a group of other rogues, who were very aggressive. She couldn't run any further, she had hoped they didn't follow her all this way. She was defenceless now, She glanced down at the open wound on the inside of her leg. She winced as she began licking it. One of them pinned her down, causing the wound but she managed to escape. Her heart began to slow down as she started to breathe normally. Her legs felt weak as she got to her paws and limped toward a large oak tree. She curled up in a tight ball and closed her eyes. She felt herself shiver, it had been over a moon since a run in with any other cats. And this is why she hated running into them. She never knew if they were friendly or hostile, she didnt trust anyone else for this reason. I need to hunt tomorrow. She noted as her stomach grumbled from the exercise with no reward.
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Post by Moonstar of ValleyClan on Aug 29, 2019 15:40:55 GMT -5
Hey, I’ll join! ☺️ My character’s profile: Aslan - a pale grey tabby and white tomcat with dark blue eyes. He was once a kitty pet but was abandoned by his two legs when they moved to a new home about two years ago. He is around four years old. As he has lived on his own without the assistance of his owners for some time, Aslan is quite capable. But thanks to his kitty pet roots, he is a bit naive when it comes to certain dangers that the forest holds.
Aslan stretched his front legs outwards, yawning widely. The sun shone on his back, warming his fur. He had recently eaten - a tiny mouse he found creeping around a hollow tree - and he was quite content as he began walking deeper into the forest in search of somewhere comfortable to rest.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Aug 29, 2019 15:52:00 GMT -5
Hey!))
Lightning yawned as she blinked open her eyes. She felt stiff as she shook the dew off of her pelt. She glanced down at the wound on the inside of her leg and groaned. It was almost closed but it was very tender and painful. Looks like this is where I will be staying for the next little while until I heal up. She thought to herself. She was worried that the group of rogues were still hunting for her. Crawling out of the root base, she limped over to the creek, lapping up some of the ice cold water. Glancing down she took a deep breath and placed her injured leg in the water, letting out a small yelp of pain before relaxing as the coolness helped ease the pain.
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Post by Moonstar of ValleyClan on Aug 29, 2019 16:01:57 GMT -5
Aslan leapt over a fallen log, landing lightly on the other side. The movement sent up a flurry of leaves that showered down over his back. Stifling a hiss of frustration, Aslan shook vigorously, thinking back to days in his comfortable house when his fur remained well-groomed and clean, free of forest debris. His nose twitched, and he began following the scent of water. He could use a drink to help wash down the taste of that mouse.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Aug 29, 2019 16:46:40 GMT -5
Lightning shivered as she retreated from the water, she laid down in the soft grass and began to groom her soaked leg. The warm sun hitting her pelt helped warm her and dry her off. She needed to find some prey today, worried she might be too weak to hunt if she didnt. I am going to scare off all of the prey by hunting like this. She thought as she frowned at the raw wound on her leg. It would take a while to heal by the look of it. Resting her head on the ground she tried to think of where she could find the right herbs to help her heal faster.
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Post by Moonstar of ValleyClan on Aug 29, 2019 20:59:02 GMT -5
Crouching beside the small stream, Aslan lapped at the water. It was cool and refreshing on his tongue, which seemed to dry out instantly after eating that mouse - the first prey he had caught in two days. He was still not fond of the taste of wild caught food, and mildly longed for the days of rich meals handed easily to him by his two legs. He didn’t regret his decision to wander into the forest after they left him, not at all. He enjoyed being self-sufficient. He just wished it was less difficult sometimes.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Aug 29, 2019 21:00:22 GMT -5
{Hi May I join?}
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Aug 30, 2019 13:53:12 GMT -5
A monster roared past, crimson pelt gleaming as it belched noxious fumes. Flare blinked his smarting, watery eyes as he glanced quickly from left to right; all was clear. The lean, fiery-pelted tabby streaked across the Thunderpath and pelted into the forest. He skidded to a halt and took deep, steadying breaths, drinking in great gulps of fresh air as he slowly turned in place, sharp amber eyes roaming over his surroundings. He was free! Flare felt his heart surge in his chest at the thought. He had often come to the forest to rest and hunt for a few days at a time when Scrap forayed into the outer edges of Twolegplace with his closest followers, but the knowledge that he had to return before his father arrived always weighed him down and honed a bitter edge on his temporary freedom. All that had changed, however. Flare closed his eyes as he relived the moment:
Flare stared at the ground, bracing himself for what he knew was coming. A heavy paw clouted him across the face. Scrap’s claws traced a furrow across his cheek. “You don’t tell me what to do! You belong to me!” the powerful black-and-white tom hissed. Flare felt something move in his chest. Something sparked, burst into flame, surged through him, roared through his veins. It was anger. Anger and defiance. With a yowl ripping from his throat, Flare lunged upwards, raking his claws across his father’s face, slanting towards the neck. “No! You’re wrong. I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone!” Scrap slumped over, his legs buckling underneath him. Blood spurted into Flare’s eyes. When he blinked the droplets away, he almost wished he hadn’t. His father lay before him. Dead.
Flare shook away the awful memories, feeling the toll of his flight through Twolegplace weigh heavily on him. Pain was lancing through his cheek, and he could still feel blood slowly trickling from the wound. He hadn't yet gotten the opportunity to check out his reflection in a pool of water, but he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be pretty. Not that he cared. Flare knew that he had had every right to take on his father’s leadership of the alley cats, but all he wanted to do was distance himself as much as possible from his former life, so he had fled while everyone was still frozen in shock. The forest was fresh and clean; a perfect place to start a new chapter of life. The tabby tom parted his jaws slightly to allow the many scents of the forest wash over his tongue, fresh with new green growing things and musty with the smells of wet earth and leaf litter and warm, mouth-watering prey. In the distance, he could just see the sparkles of ripples in the distance, accompanied by the sound of a throaty murmur that heralded the presence of the river. He headed toward it, intending to catch a glimpse of his scar and rest up after his flight from Twolegplace.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Aug 30, 2019 13:57:06 GMT -5
Lightning froze when the scent of a cat caused her to blink open her eyes. She had dozed off a little. She panicked as the scent drew closer toward her. She let out a small yelp of pain as she got up quickly and crouched between the tree roots again, she unsheathed her claws, making sure to keep the weight off her leg. Her ears flat to her head she didn't dare move.
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Aug 30, 2019 14:16:42 GMT -5
As Flare approached the pebbly river shore, he began to scent cat, laden with a hint of slightly sour stench. His nose twitching, he padded onward, unsheathing his claws, which were still clogged with Scrap’s fur. Ignoring the twinge inside him when he thought of his father, the flame-pelted tom continued onward. This cat couldn’t be much of a match for him; it was definitely injured in a bad way. Suddenly he stiffened as yet another cat scent assailed him. Kittypet! He thought, snorting in amusement. He could definitely handle an injured cat and a kittypet, though what was a spoiled softie doing in the forest? I can’t wait to find out, he thought dryly.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Aug 31, 2019 6:50:55 GMT -5
Lightning stiffened once again when she scented yet another cat. This ones scent was stronger, more powerful which filled her with fear. 'Now what am I supposed to do? I can't fight a stronger cat off. Especially not in the condition I'm in!'
Lightning shivered, then stayed completely still as the scents grew closer. Her stomach growled, briefly remembering if she made it out of this alive that she needed to find a source of prey. Something to keep her going for the next few days until she needed something else.
She wished she could hunt every day again but since she had been running she was lucky to eat every two days. Shaking from her thoughts, Lightning focused back on the scents. She could peer through the roots to see the creek she was at.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Aug 31, 2019 11:17:39 GMT -5
{Here's a character I would like to add! Clifford - Petite short-furred slight tabby red tom. His fur feels soft and welcoming, Though this does not apply to his traits. He has full white markings on his muzzle, chest, belly and tail-tip. Clifford is rough and feisty with a streak of stubbornness and bravery. He stands up for what he believes in and is not afraid to talk down to you or everyone else. He may be a kittypet, but Clifford has the beating heart of a warrior. {Hetero} Clifford was born a runt down in Nashville in a condo. His parents are unknown and play no part in his story. Angry at the age of 1 year {or 24 moons}, he ran away from his home because if his siblings teasing him. He traveled days. Weeks. Months. Area that Clifford ended up in is unspecified. He eventually adapted to the harsh ways of this small town and grew strong on his own.}
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Aug 31, 2019 16:57:46 GMT -5
Clifford was a tree climber. You would find him in trees, watching, waiting. At the moment he was watching down on Lightning. He could smell someone else, but he was more focused on the she-cat. Clifford was glad he had covered himself with grass and leaves. A red tom would stick out in the soft green trees. He breathed quietly, surveying Lightning and compromising on plans if she discovered him stalking her. Before he had seen her, Clifford had been scouting further from his small den to find what else lay in the forest. Apparently, he wasn't the only cat around these parts. His tail started twitching in annoyance. Yet another cat to chase off from near him. He stilled his tail and shifted closer tot watch Lightning better. He memorized her pure black fur and her wound. He decided to announce his presence. She can't do much to me, and I haven't got much to lose. "I can collect some binds for you, if you want. That wound will get infected with flies if not taken care of." Clifford called from the tree. He started the climb down, his tail flicking and twitching lazily as he climbed swiftly and skillfully down the gnarled and old oak tree.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Aug 31, 2019 20:16:37 GMT -5
FYI just so everyone knows Flame and Lighting are gonna end up mates/crushes ))
Lightning let out a yelp as a cat jumped in front of her. She pinned herself to the ground and flattened her ears. What am I supposed to do? I cant defend myself! She stayed flat, the cat didnt seem threatening but the scents of the others around made her wonder if this was the rogue group. "Go away." she hissed. Its not like there is much for her to do. If they wanted to torture or kill her she couldn't run away. "What do all of you want from me?" She hissed lowly, trying to muster the strength to be brave. The scents of the other cats grew closer, making her heart race. Way to go, you cornered yourself mousebrain! She thought to herself as she slid further into the hole.
I can make another shecat if you want ! ))
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Aug 31, 2019 22:56:30 GMT -5
Flare soon drew close enough to the scents (yet another had joined the other two) to hear an inquiring meow and an answering hiss in the distance. Right now the tom didn’t feel in his right mind; he had just accidentally killed his father and had finally gotten the freedom he had longed for, so why not just go for it? If another rumble was in store for him, so what? He had already unsheathed his claws today. Rounding a bramble thicket, the tom leapt around the corner, come what may. A black she-cat with a nasty leg wound and a slim red tabby stood facing each other. Not much of the makings of a fight. Padding casually over to them, he nodded civilly and meowed, “Greetings,” Flare then sauntered to the river’s edge to check himself out. Yikes! Though there was still a tiny trickle of blood running down his cheek, from ear-tip to chin he had a prominent cut that was crusting over with dried blood. He must look a barbarian to these cats, that was for sure.
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Post by Kermode on Sept 1, 2019 0:25:53 GMT -5
Dawn ~ River's Edge The young she cat strode confidently along the path to the river's edge, it was her forest after all. Her Twoleg lived nearby in a cabin and she had been exploring every rock and tree since she was a kit. She often wandered out to explore and bring back gifts for her Twoleg. And today she was on her way to the river, a journey she could make with her eyes closed, able to predict every turn and- Wait...are those cats?She slowed her stride and came to a stop at the treeline, watching the gathered cats with surprise. Well, that's new. She studied the situation and noticed a she cat that looked to be in distress. She slowly eased back to sit on her haunches, planning to wait and see if the stranger needed to be saved from the toms. Dawn was nearly twice the size of an average cat, being the breed she was. She wasn't afraid to use her size to her advantage either, but would only intervene if necessary. She could collect a gift for her Twoleg after things settled down.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Sept 1, 2019 6:58:11 GMT -5
Lightning watched as another tom appeared. Her eyes went wide as she saw the blood trickling down his head, she almost wanted to go help him.Blinking the thought from her head she remembered the situation she was in. "Why are you still following me." She tried to growl, she didn't want to seem weak, even though it was obvious that she was wounded, so it would be an easy fight for them. Lightning tried to back further into the roots but she felt herself press up against the tree. Great. No chance at an escape.
Taking a deep breath she glanced between the two toms. The one who had just arrived put off an intimidating look. She wasn't too sure why, maybe the dry blood matting some of his fur, or the wound on his head. She couldn't tell if he was aggressive or not, but by the look of him he was. Lightning glanced around, for any chance. What if they aren't hostile? She thought as she locked eyes with the firey tom. She chose not to believe those thoughts, for her own safety.
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Sept 1, 2019 12:49:44 GMT -5
Maple had been traveling for days on her end, her paws ached and she noticed the last time she stopped to hunt that they were starting to bleed a little bit. Though, the she-cat wasn't going to slow down anytime soon. She wanted to put as much distance between her and her former clan as she could, still so ashamed to be banished. Her heart ached as her sister crossed her mind and the look on her face when everything came to light that the rogue invasion on the clan was her fault, the disappointment in the others eyes was burned deep into her mind and it was just something she couldn't get rid of. Shaking her head, Maple tried to clear her mind for once. After taking a deep breath, the tabby lifts her head and sniffs the air, trying to get a scent of anything near. The smells of water and other cats cross her nose and her fur stands up on end, nervous about the idea of running into other cats but the she-cat was also so very parched. Thinking for a moment, Maple continued to pad closer before jumping onto a tree and climbing out onto the strongest branch that overlooked the creek. She peers down to watch the trio, which included two injured cats and a fiery red tom covered in a camouflage of grass and leaves. Her ear twitches as her green gaze focused on the red tom at first, her interest piqued at his appearance, never knowing a cat to just cover themselves in foliage before.
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Post by Moonstar of ValleyClan on Sept 1, 2019 13:42:40 GMT -5
Aslan froze as the scents of several strange cats washed over him, and he hesitated a moment before crossing the stream in a wide leap that nearly sent him sliding as his hind paws skidded on the wet earth on the opposite bank. His whiskers twitching nervously, he followed the faint sound of voices to a small clearing where he discovered multiple strangers.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Sept 1, 2019 19:26:14 GMT -5
I like how everyone is just watching this conversation ))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Sept 2, 2019 12:27:16 GMT -5
{Clifford is also open to future mates or crushes once more people join :3} "Are you even listening?" Clifford retorted, his tail flicking with impatience. I just was speaking! "I'm trying to be nice for once, and you ask me what I want? Well what I want is for you to stop asking questions. Again, do you want binding for that wound?" He added, eyeing a fly hovering over the wound. Clifford sat down, his fur waving gently under the breeze as he watched Lightning intently. She seems like a bright she-cat, Clifford observed. But rather frightened of others. Then he looked at the other cat, whom he hadn't paid any attention to.
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Sept 2, 2019 12:47:01 GMT -5
Flare lifted his head and looked around him in disbelief. What was this, some communal gathering place for kittypets and loners he wasn’t aware of? Was there some kind of meeting that was happening right now? There must be more than five cats surrounding him now, in the clearing with him or hidden somewhere out of sight. Flare had come to the forest to be alone, not join another group, this time in the woods. The orange tom tipped his head in interest as the black she-cat growled something about him following her. Was she one of the many cats Scrap’s rabble terrorized? He didn’t think he recognized her, but then again, Scrap had held sway over so many cats he couldn’t possibly remember everyone. The red tom then continued an argument the two seemed to be having before he arrived. He pricked his ears in mild surprise as the tabby offered to help the black cat. Maybe they were part of a group, though Flare didn’t so. This she-cat, wounded though she was, looked fiercely independent. “Have I seen you before?” Flare meowed curiously to her. Turning to the red tom, he said, “Do you know this cat?” Flare had never met someone willing to help others; that wasn’t the way the world worked. You had to look out for yourself, or else you would get trodden on. Maybe they were mates or something.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Sept 2, 2019 12:53:04 GMT -5
{I see Clifford as Jim Hopper from Stranger Things now I can't unthink it} "No." Clifford said. He was calm now. He then got fueled up again. "Oh, there are other cats watching us?!"He stomped, his tail lashing. Suddenly, he sniffed the air sharply. "Look, some cowards! Afraid to come out and face my anger?!" He didn't say it as mean or disappointingly, he was just plain impatient. Whenever he gets mad at one thing or cat, he gets mad at the rest. "Why won't anyone listen?! Isley and Claire never used to listen, either!" He turned around sat down, not facing the cats. He was mad at himself. I always take it out on everyone else. Clifford's ears drooped with sadness.
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Sept 2, 2019 13:10:54 GMT -5
Flare stiffened as the red tabby exploded into a sudden tirade, yowling out a challenge to all and sundry. He seemed to realize what he was doing, suddenly, and turned his tail on Flare and sat down, slumping over. “Hey, hey, calm down! What was that all about?” Flare mewed, padding over to the tom. His fur prickled self-consciously as he realized what he was doing. Scrap would have laughed him out of Twolegplace if he saw him now. Or slice open his nose. Yes, that was more likely. “What are you doing, mouse-brain? This scrawny excuse for a cat is weak! Now’s the time to show him who’s boss!” Flare could hear his father hissing into his ear even now. Shaking his head to clear it, he twitched his ears, irritation sparking from him as he looked around. Show yourself, cowards! He felt like yowling out to them too. What were they even doing, all watching them out of sight like a row of ducklings?
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Sept 2, 2019 13:16:07 GMT -5
"You won't understand. I can show you how it feels like to be abandoned. Bullied. Neglected. Forced to leave." Clifford said in a deadly quiet voice. His tail whipped around angrily. "No one will ever understand me, or care. Because you all are mousebrains. MOUSEBRAINS!" He yowled. He felt a tear land on his cheek. Was it just the dust, or was it sadness, clawing its way in? Everyone is a mousebrain. Everyone is a mousebrain. Everyone is a mousebrain. What he had said repeated in his head over and over.
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