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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2017 9:46:19 GMT -5
Out Of Character
All I ask is that you not go overboard with powers, keep it to like 1 or 2. Your cats aren't from Boruto's Dad. Don't try to take over someone elses oc, don't god mod, follow forum rules and other usual rp rules. I may make a larger rp and plot out of whatever happens depending. Roleplay
Dawn was breaking over the horizon, creeping through the crisscossing thunderpaths of the twolegplace and bathing it orange. However many of the alleyways still lay in shadow of the evertall structures. This was not a usual twolegplace, but instead a city cramped with lights and sounds at all hours. A small dark gray tabby cat, looking hardly older than a kitten crept up from the sewers through an open roundhole cover, his paws were caked in slime which he tried to shake off to no avail. His bright yellow eyes darted back and forth scanning where he came out of and made his way into a narrow fenced off alley, leaving a pawprint trail of greenish brown mud behind him as he crawled underneath a small bent portion of wire. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2017 14:42:44 GMT -5
Out Of Character
Roleplay
The cat weaved his way behind a row of dumpsters in front of a set of double doors. The pawprint trail wearing off. He jumped silently to the top of one and then into it, opening his jaw to smell for scraps. Suddenly his glittering eyes caught on a mouse at the bottom of the bin and he pounced. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2017 15:54:36 GMT -5
Out Of Character
Boredom bump. Roleplay
Suddenly a loud crackle of electricity was heard, followed by an alarmed squeak and the smell of burnt fur. He yelped in irritation. A few remaining sparks glowed off of his claws and dissipated. The mouse in front of him was now toasted to a crisp. For once, he thought, just once he'd like to be able to bite into a piece of fresh kill that would actually taste fresh. He let out a sigh and began to tear off the worst of the burnt half to dig into the rest. The char was unsatisfying and the baked innards even less so but he couldn't afford to be picky on an empty stomach. |
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Post by GayDragon on Oct 20, 2017 22:13:16 GMT -5
A large white tom was hunting not far from the other cat when he heard the squeal of prey. He already had a mouse in his jaws, freshly caught, but stiff and cold. The area around its throat was covered with frost. He lifted his head and pricked his ears, heading in the direction of the squeal. Each pawstep he took left behind a small trail of frost on the pavement.
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DM me if u want