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Post by ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅᴛᴜɴᴅʀᴀ on Nov 22, 2019 15:31:16 GMT -5
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- PLOT - A living cat has an encounter with a familiar from the Salem Witch trials.
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- THE CHARACTERS -
━ Alistair ↳ A tortoiseshell tom with green eyes ↳ Familiar to Witch Kit ↳ Deceased ▹ Alive during the Salem Witch Trials ↳ roleplayed by ▹ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅᴛᴜɴᴅʀᴀ
━ Molly ↳ Grey tabby she-cat with brown eyes. ↳ Lives in Alistair's old house ↳ Living ▹ xxx ↳ roleplayed by ▹ embercurse
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Post by embercurse on Nov 22, 2019 16:05:02 GMT -5
[Thanks for making the thread! ^^]
Molly
--- Dust kicked up as an SUV drove down a remote, downtrodden path that led to beautiful two story home set back against the trees. The property was spacious with a fenced in yard and not a neighbor in sight for at least a mile. Molly pressed her nose against the door of her carrier, peering out of the window to get a glimpse of the house that her humans had purchased. The she-cat flicked her ears, pleased with how much room there was. Thomas is going to love this.
Their previous dwelling had been an apartment in the city--obviously much smaller than the home that was before them now. Molly had overheard Thomas' parents discussing the move, talking about how Thomas was getting older, bigger, and needed more room to run around than a cramped two bedroom apartment on the fifth floor with a fire escape for a yard. Molly didn't always completely understand what her humans were saying, but she had learned enough to where she typically could glean the gist of the conversation. She had been with the Henley family for around three years now. They had adopted her after their neighbor's cat had kittens, around the time when Thomas was four and his parents decided he needed a playmate. Since then, Molly and Thomas were inseparable. The whole Henley family were her humans, but Thomas was her person, and she felt personally responsible for the seven-year-old.
Seeing how much space Thomas had to grow and play, Molly flexed her claws in excitement. She just knew that Thomas going to be so happy here.
Molly, on the other hand...she was a little anxious. The gray tabby had obviously never been outside of the city--she rarely had ever stepped paw outside of the Henley's apartment. She wasn't necessarily only a house-cat, as she had loved laying out on the fire escape when the sun hit just right, but living in the city meant that the Henley's were afraid to let Molly out to roam for extended periods of time. Thus, Molly had grown used to living in their smaller apartment and listening to the sounds of the city as it rolled on by.
Out here, there wasn't any honking or construction or distant chatter--it was quiet, with just the sounds of the trees rustling as a breezed danced through their leaves. Molly simply wasn't used to the silence, or the freedom. It was a little overwhelming.
Even so, she knew that this would be good for Thomas, and the Henley's seemed thrilled about moving. Molly was determined to make this new place her home.
As the SUV rolled to a stop a short distance from the front porch, Molly felt her carrier shift as Thomas gripped the handle and hopped out of the car, jostling her. Molly's stomach rolled and she hunkered down to wait, trying to not get sick from the constant swinging. She loved Thomas dearly, but he still didn't realize how nauseous the motion of the carrier made her.
"Thomas!" His mother gently took the carrier from her son and did her best to keep the cage steady as she walked up to the house, where the front door was already ajar as the movers from the moving truck were already unloading boxes into the home. Mrs. Henley placed the carrier on the ground once inside, away from the foot traffic, and opened the door to let Molly free.
"There you go. Sorry about the long drive, Molly-girl. I know you probably went crazy cooped up in there." Mrs. Henley ran her fingers over the top of Molly's head and the she-cat purred, leaning into the touch. Her humans were the best.
Once Mrs. Henley left to go oversee the movers and make sure Thomas didn't get into trouble, Molly glanced around the house. She appeared to be in the living room, though the space was still pretty bare. Curious, the tabby decided to roam the rest of the house to map it out. After surveying the downstairs floor, Molly began her ascent to the second story.
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Post by ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅᴛᴜɴᴅʀᴀ on Nov 22, 2019 18:03:35 GMT -5
As dawn spread its warm fingertips across the lightening sky, a cat rose to meet it even though the light from the rising sun phased right though him. He'd like to think it felt warm. He stretched lightly, claws scratching into the white window seat beneath him. He was about to hop down when the noise of some unknown mechanic appeared down the dirt path that was canopied by an endless sea of trees. He took note of how big the monstrous thing was. His ear flicked as the what assumed to be doors opened up, letting out three humans. Two large. One little. His green eyes locked onto this sort of prison the little one was carrying. What a strange contraption. He thought with a tilt of his head. He hadn't even realized the multiple of people already in his home. Must have been in a deep sleep.
The tom paused, taking a moment to really notice the family. His green eyes follow the female human's movements until she could no longer be seen as she entered the house. Maybe another cat. Another family. Maybe this time this animal will help him this time. He won't have to resort to eventually scaring them away. The tortoiseshell tom then gracefully jumps down his movements leaving a small trail of gray wisps. Easily hinting he wasn't among the living anymore. That and his glazed over green eyes and transparent body. Moving on, he set one paw in front of the other as he headed towards the stairs that led down into the living area. But stopped himself at the top of the stairs, eyes staring directly at the grey tabby who was now coming up the single flight of stairs only to quickly turn and leap right into the wall phasing through and disappearing. A little trail of gray wisps slowly shift to nothing against the wall.
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[ no problem ^_^ Also I love your post. It's wonderful. Mine isn't so much only because I've never roleplayed a ghost cat before lol. I also decided to get more into him living with Kit in the next part, maybe. ]
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Post by embercurse on Nov 23, 2019 3:58:04 GMT -5
[Sorry for the delay--I had to go to work and I just got back. ^^; thank you for the compliment <3 but seriously, your post is great, don't knock it c: my starters always tend to be lengthy before evening out lol]
Molly
--- Molly was careful as she climbed the stairs, noting that some spots were weaker than others and made creaking noises if stepped on just so. She had been staring at her paws as she maneuvered precisely with one paw in front of the other before lifting her gaze, and promptly freezing. Her front leg was still poised, about to take a step, but something at the top of the stairs had made her halt dead in her tracks.
But she was just imagining things, clearly. For a moment, Molly could've sworn she saw something move at the top of the stairs. Something brown, but also cloudy? It didn't make sense, obviously. There was nothing up there. I think being in that carrier for too long fried my brain. The she-cat shook her head and let out a huff of breath. She was being ridiculous.
Convinced that she was simply weary from the long drive, the gray tabby continued her ascent and finally reached the top landing. There were a few doors that led off into other rooms, yet Molly's gaze strayed towards the wall where she had thought she saw--
No. There was nothing there. Stop it.
Still, the feline couldn't stop her instinctual sniff. There was no other foreign scent in the air--nothing to suggest anything else was upstairs. It was the final indication that Molly needed to set her muscles at ease. Her posture relaxed and her fur--which had fluffed up without her realizing--laid flat once more.
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Post by ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅᴛᴜɴᴅʀᴀ on Nov 23, 2019 9:43:17 GMT -5
The tortoiseshell felt hope almost for the first time in 119,262 years. Maybe this time the female cat will help him. Unlike the last two tom cats, who might he add were very rude. He actually had to drive a few families away because the animals the families brought with them wouldn't help him. Usually by breaking glass constantly, messing with the giant fish bowl (tv), flickering the indoor suns (lights), and using the moon's light that shone in from the windows help him cast shadows against walls almost like demons. The female had saw him. Usually it took 5 days for the pet to notice him.
Alistair now since vanishing through the wall found himself where the small child was. Outside. The ghost feline was sitting on a broken picnic table watching the child wearily with glazed over green eyes.. A bunch of the furniture in the house was old. After all no one had been living in this house since 2010. Alistair blinks slowly as he watches the child wander around the backyard. What a strange being. It reminded him a little of Kit. She had always been a curious child. Always getting into trouble. Sticking her hands and nose in places they shouldn't be. His ears flick backwards as a sad memory flashes into his mind. The day his best friend was taken from him. His face forms into a frown only for him to shake his head easily sweeping the memory away into the back of his mind. He then jumps down and starts to follow the young child around, a good distance. Maybe he'd possibly be helpful. But then again from his experience around children. They can't be trusted.
He suddenly freezes and his whiskers twitch. Something wasn't right. No. Someone was entering Kit's old lore room. He inaudibly hisses before turning around and sprinting a few feet from the boy before disappearing. Upon entering the house he materialized into the last room down the hall upstairs. He stands in the doorway with a glare, his head slightly lowered and ears pinned back. ❝Get. Out.❞ He states coldly.
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[ LOL it's fine Ember ^_^ no problem and thanks. I just calculated from the witch trials to today's date. Who knows if it's right. Also I decided to make Molly be in Kit's magic room just because I want them to meet ^^ But if you don't want that I can change my reply. ]
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Post by embercurse on Nov 23, 2019 18:19:04 GMT -5
[No no, that's perfect c: I'm eager for them to start interacting as well lol]
Molly
--- After Molly shook off her initial jitters, the she-cat took to exploring the second story. It wasn't like there was much to see in the first place--most of the home was bare, but the furniture that was still present was obviously outdated. Still, Molly knew that her humans were going to be busy for awhile and she wanted to at least get familiar with the layout of her new home.
She perused a few bedrooms and a bathroom, taking note of how all of the doors had been left ajar. For convenience for the movers, perhaps? Whatever the case, it made Molly's life easier to investigate each room.
After a few minutes the gray tabby made it to the end of the hallway, and her interest peaked after peering around the slightly open door. From what she could see from just a cursory glance, this room had more stuff in it than all of the other rooms combined. Had it been used as a storage room for a previous family? Without fully entering the room it was hard to tell exactly what was in there, but Molly could make a out a few trunks and some books. I wonder who left all this stuff behind...
Curiosity thoroughly peaked, Molly made to fully enter the room before yowling and scrambling back. Just as the she-cat had been about to cross the threshold, something had materialized before her.
No, not something. Someone.
Another cat.
Molly's eyes grew in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest from the sudden appearance of the other feline.
Where did he come from?!
She heard his cold words, but could hardly register their meaning. Molly was still fixated on how this cat could've popped up in front of her just out of thin air.
Then she noticed his appearance. At first glance he was a normal tortoishell cat, with mottled black and brown fur. Once Molly really examined him, however, she noticed that he was almost...see through. Transparent. If she squinted hard enough, she could see the room through his body. Around his paws, thin gray wisps trailed outwards whenever he shifted.
"What...are..."
Stunned, Molly stared and the silence stretched on for a few more seconds before the gray tabby finally found her words.
"Are you the figure I saw at the top of the stairs?"
Perhaps it wasn't the best first question to ask, with more appropriate options being Who are you, what are you doing here, how did you appear out of nowhere, and why can't I go in that room?
But Molly needed to know that she wasn't crazy. She had seen something earlier, she was sure of it now.
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Post by ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅᴛᴜɴᴅʀᴀ on Nov 23, 2019 19:53:06 GMT -5
The tortoiseshell tomcat stops glaring at her once words utter out of her mouth. So she could see him. He takes a step towards her as he is now out of the room flicking his tail in the process thus closing the door and somehow locking it. He snorts in annoyance. ❝Of course I was at the top of the stairs. I live here after all.❞ He states. The tom cat then easily phases through the she-cat to get past her. Only for him to turn around and fully look at her as his green eyes sweep over her body. Hm. She doesn't appear to be a threat. He thinks with a tilt of his head. His green gaze drifts from her body to her eyes. He sighs not fully realizing he would now have to befriend this cat. And that was something Alistair didn't need. Friends. He had been just fine with having Kit around. Usually a witch only had one familiar anyway.
❝My name is Alistair.❞
The tortoiseshell gaze then drifts away from the tabby to look at the now locked door only to quickly avert his eyes from it and look back at the female feline. He knew she'd be curious about the room as well as her humans hence it was now locked and Alistair had actually hidden the key long ago. He made sure that if any humans moved into the house and ended up being curious about the room, he would lock it and hide the key. Which he ended up having to do back in 2001. If those books got into the wrong hands.. who knows what would happen. ❝Look... jus- just don't go in there. Alright? Those books aren't for your humans to look at. Or even yours.❞
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Post by embercurse on Nov 24, 2019 4:38:11 GMT -5
Molly
--- To hear that Molly wasn't going crazy and seeing things was a great relief. Though, she wasn't sure how much Alistair's confirmation meant to her, because clearly there was something off about the cat.
Especially when he walked right through her.
It was a weird feeling. She felt as if she had been doused in cold water the moment his body passed through hers, but once he was no longer walking through her, she felt perfectly fine.
The she-cat eyed him, stunned.
Maybe she was going a little insane.
Molly didn't much appreciate Alistair ordering her to stay out of the mysterious room, and she wondered what gave the tomcat the right to be calling the shots, but she held her tongue. She didn't want to be argumentative--she was more curious than anything. And besides, Alistair had a point--the books didn't belong to her humans.
"Okay," Molly conceded, deciding that the best course of action to getting her questions answered was to be agreeable. "I won't go in there. I can't guarantee that my humans won't try, but..." the she-cat paused, eyeing Alistair with interest, "Something tells me you can take care of that better than I can."
The gray tabby took a step forward, sticking her neck out to bring her face closer so she could peer intently at Alistair. "My name is Molly. What...what exactly are you?" It seemed like a ridiculous question, so she attempted to rephrase. "I mean, I know you're a cat, but obviously you aren't normal."
Maybe it should've been obvious what Alistair was, but in Molly's defense, it wasn't like ghost cats were just casually around. At all. She needed to hear it out loud.
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Post by ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅᴛᴜɴᴅʀᴀ on Nov 24, 2019 10:02:37 GMT -5
Alistair couldn't help but laugh at Molly's words. She was definitely right about him being able to take care of anyone trying to break into the room that was for sure. But his laugh it didn't sound hollow or cold. It sounded warm. Like he was still alive yet the grey wisps at his paws told a different story. ❝I can. But I won't harm them if that's what you're thinking. I'm a rather passive feline.❞ he remarks with a small smile forming on his maw. The tortoiseshell takes a step back suddenly at the close proximity he finds himself in.
Alistair exhales slowly through his nose at Molly's words, almost like a sad sigh. In spite of himself, the mottled tortoiseshell male had his washed out green gaze locked on the female's face, unsure of whether she was simply curious about him or if she was trying to get a better look at him somehow. What a weird thing to think, since he didn't find his face to be particularly appealing. Not that he generally found any she-cat's appealing, but he didn't really spend much time observing anyone's face, either. Regardless of those silly thoughts, Alistair answered her question. ❝I'm dead. But a better term would be a specter if you will. I've been living here since 1694.❞ As he finishes speaking his eyes seem to fill with sorrow just thinking about being alive. He doesn't wait for a response from Molly before wandering back over to the window seat. He leaps gracefully up on it and stares out at the backyard inaudibly sighing to himself.
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