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Post by Novi on Nov 15, 2018 17:54:47 GMT -5
Cleopatra rubbed up against her girl's leg, purring softly. Sunny leaned down and gave the she-cat a scratch behind the ears before heading out the door. With her duty as a companion finished, Cleo headed back upstairs and into Sunny's bedroom, settling down beside the window. The city was cloudy outside. She could barely make out the girl's mass of yellow fur as she followed her nanny to a party. Of what kind, Cleo hadn't heard. She'd only been waking up as the girl had been finishing breakfast. Naturally, Cleo had been fed pieces of bacon from the table. Something Sunny's nanny disapproved of, but what was she to do? And, of course, the problems of irritating twolegs didn't concern her. She was just happy to have the food. Her gaze wandered over to the other sections of the city. She'd yet to explore them. Perhaps today would be the day? Turning, she surveyed her girl's room. Of course, she could play with the many toys Sunny had left out for her, but none really appealed. And having just woken up, Cleo wasn't feeling a back-to-back nap session. Yes, she was feeling antsy today. Enough to go for an adventure outside. Stretching, she hopped down from her perch and headed down the stairs. She found the kitchens, as the twolegs often referred to the area as, and waited for one of the twolegs to let her out. Cleo shivered as the cool air hit her. There was almost always a fire in the den and so it was typically kept warm, some parts of it anyways. With her head high, Cleo made her way to where she'd seen lots of twolegs sitting outside. Surely there must be an interesting reason for them to endure the cold and shout whatever nonsense they liked to shout. She waved to her neighbors as she went by their windows.
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Nov 15, 2018 20:22:47 GMT -5
You know what Novi, I have a cat name Cleo-cat-tra it’s so cute.)) and id like to join, as well as i can make you banner if you want.))
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Post by blizzardsfang on Nov 16, 2018 17:02:52 GMT -5
Caesar awoke with a start as the fur along his spine bristled. His eyes darted around the cold room in search for any potential danger that could be lurking in the shadows. He stood up slowly and stretched out his muscles to loosen them, glancing to the side where his sister lay still asleep. The red and white tom slipped out the small opening in the window and he breathed in the scents of the city. His eyes landed on the twolegs down beneath him. After a few moments he finally made his way down to the street. He moved easily through the crowds. The twolegs had a routine usually and he knew it pretty well. His tail curled up slightly as he walked and weaved through legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. The first time he had done this it had been terrifying and he had almost had a heart attack. He gave a warning hiss as a cat approached him, these cats knew better. This part of Downtown was his area anyone who wanted to speak to him would have to wait until he was in the neutral zone. Especially when he didn't have any of the other gang members with him at the moment.
(Sorry for short post on my phone Dx)
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Post by Novi on Nov 16, 2018 17:49:43 GMT -5
If you think you'll be able to keep up, strike, you're welcome to try. But just so you know, ive edited the rules and upped the minimum line requirement to 5 lines. Im not looking for anyone to make a banner. I'll get one up when i get around to it.)
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Post by Novi on Nov 16, 2018 19:40:00 GMT -5
Cleopatra wove around the twolegs. They all seemed to be in such a hurry. And so much so up close. Of course, she'd seen them from her window perch, but down below them, traversing the crowded district seemed much more difficult. She'd leaned to keep her tail close after having it stepped on a couple times. This was nothing like her country home or even her girl's home. In the country, it was rare to see any crowd of people. And in her den, the servants practically tripped over themselves to avoid the pretty she-cat. Here, they barely paid her any attention and even had the nerve to yowl things at her if they tripped a couple steps. She simply hissed back at them and continued on her way. She was looking for something, what she wasn't entirely sure just yet. Maybe fun? Adventure? A new face? She'd already met the others who lived in the Heights, including dogs. Deeper into the district, Cleo had no doubt she'd crossed some sort of boundary into a new one by now, she came across an irritated looking tom. Who was this? She trotted over to him, examining him curiously. His multi colored fur was very pretty, if not a bit dirty. But he lived outside the Heights and cats didn't worry much about keeping clean in the other districts. Of course, back when she'd been a country she-cat, she only kept clean out of necessity to avoid becoming sick. Now that she had the leisure to spend on her pelt, she enjoyed keeping it neat and orderly. The tom's right eye was scarred and Cleo was interested to know the story behind him. She gave him a slight nod of greeting. "Hello there." Her voice was soft and sweet, developing the mannerisms of the cats of the Heights, but still had a country twinge to it.
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Post by blizzardsfang on Nov 18, 2018 3:19:24 GMT -5
Caesar's ears dropped as he heard a small voice speak to him. It was almost instant that he recognized this cat was from the Heights. It was like a second sense as he turned and breathed in deeply as he looked over her. His eyes landed on her collar and his tail moved up slightly as his ears lifted with alertness at the sound of the morning bells. He turned to see if one of the rival gangs had come out to attempt to fight him. After a few moments of hesitation he let out a small sigh of relief and looked back at her "what are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes were hard as if he was expecting her to run away. He couldn't stand the Height's cats. They all lived such lavish lives it was annoying. With their annoying collars and twolegs. His mind flashed to his first memory of a twoleg. He had been young, it was a fuzzy memory. He was searching for food like the other kittens had been and he meowed at a rather large twoleg. The monster had kicked him and sent him flying, his ribs had hurt for days. His eyes narrowed at the memory. He was glad the twoleg kicked him, he was now important and he had lives depending on him. He didn't need some boring kittypet life with everything being handed to him. He dodged out of the way of an oncoming twoleg with ease, if he hadn't they would have stepped right on him. He waited for her to reply but he kept his guard up.
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Post by Novi on Nov 18, 2018 3:46:44 GMT -5
Cleopatra immediately recognized the disdain in his voice and her whiskers twitched in annoyance. Of course. The others had told her that she'd be looked down upon for living in the Heights. They believed cats from there couldn't do anything for themselves, but Cleo thought it hypocritical of them to judge the Heights while believing the Heights shouldn't judge them and see them as dirty crow eaters. The male in front of her questioned her purpose for being here. Oh, there were so many ways she could respond. She'd missed social interaction with her fellow felines. She opened her mouth to do so when he quickly moved. Cleo was about to ask why when she felt an oncoming presence. Without really thinking, she darted forward and right under the twolegs' foot's path. To avoid being stepped on, she sidestepped and ran straight into the tom. "Oof." He, of course, remained stable and merely looked down at her in annoyance. The goodness in Cleo told her to apologize for bumping into him, decent manners she'd known in the countryside long before she came to the Heights, but his attitude made her refrain. Besides, he'd asked her a question. "I was looking for adventure." She informed him, straightening up and refusing to be intimidated. It'd been a while since Cleo had fought any other cat, but she was sure she could at least hold her own on a one and one. And what Downtown cat would let others interfere in a fight against the Heights? Their pride would actually protect Cleo if she had to. Or at least, that's what she hoped.
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Post by MadFaith on Nov 18, 2018 5:28:17 GMT -5
{Finally finished all of my cats, I like them a lot!}
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Post by Novi on Nov 18, 2018 14:37:44 GMT -5
(they look great i'll make my breeding tom soon. feel free to jump in~)
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Post by MadFaith on Nov 18, 2018 15:38:14 GMT -5
(Thanks!) The docks always seemed to be an entirely different area of London, unique in almost every way. It held its own rules and culture, different from those of the mainland. Cats who lived here may not live the easy life like the cats of the "Heights" or even some of the "Downtown" but they lived life with a purpose, each one had a job, or at least this is the way Charlemagne saw it. The tom sat on one of his 'regular' perches, a rough wooden barrel sitting out on one of the main peers. He loved watching the hustle and bustle of the folks around here, each one moved with such purpose, whether it be following orders or rushing to the pub after a long day of work. The determined movements always disappeared after dark, once they had all had too much to drink, but that in itself was some of the most entertaining moments of the "Waterside". Charlemagne hummed a popular sailor's shanty as he listened to the gulls cawing as the circled through the air, the stench of rotting fish dawing the annoying birds inwards. The tom was merely interested in them because they were something to watch, not for something to be eaten as of now because his belly was full from yet another successful day of emptying the cellar of its unwanted inhabitants. He didn't understand how rodents could be so daft, it seems that every time he cleaned them out, a new back would take their place within a matter of days, didn't they learn from their mistakes, or did they just have a one track mind of finding food? Shaking his head, the tom yawned deeply and fluffed his mottled coat up against the cool salty breeze that buffeted his whiskers.
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Post by MadFaith on Nov 18, 2018 20:21:11 GMT -5
(Hey is there any possibility I could change Charlemagne's picture to this? I just dont like him with the collar on)
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Post by Novi on Nov 18, 2018 22:57:46 GMT -5
Rexamon couldn't help but feel good when he woke up, the sun warming his pelt. He hopped out of his bed in the captain's cabin and headed out. Of course, the crew was already up and at 'em, shouting orders or following them. They sang and Rex swayed along to the tune as he walked, a bounce in his step. While some sounded like, well, a dying him while they sang, some could actually hold a tune. He tried to focus on those who were good as he made his way up the stairs and to the steering wheel where Jack, the captain of the ship, was humming along. His bright grey eyes regarded Rex warmly and he held his arm out for the cat to climb. Rex perched on Jack's shoulder and nuzzled the man lovingly, whiskers scratching stubble. "We'll be home soon, Rexamon." Jack informed the cat cheerfully. Rex let out a meow of approval. Of course, he loved sailing. But land was where the other cats were and, without others to share stories with, what was the point of adventure?
The crew and Rex let out a hoot as the ship slid into the port. Jack let Rex down to do whatever cat things the tom got up to while they were docked. "Don't forget to be back by third sun high, Mister." He informed Rex. Rex let out a sharp meow of understanding and darted off. Rex spotted a familiar sight sitting on a barrel on the docks and he sauntered over. "Ahoooooy Charlemagne." He called out cheerfully. He hopped up on the perch. "How have you been?" He settled beside the other tom.
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Post by MadFaith on Nov 18, 2018 23:49:28 GMT -5
Charlemagne lifted his head as he saw an all too familiar ship flying a flag he knew very well. "Well, well, well. Looks like the ol' cat's back in town." He remained on top of the barrel, his claws scratching at the wet wood, enjoying the feeling of it peeling away under the strength of his claws. He was in no rush to stand up, knowing full well how long it took for a boat to dock, but as the deck hands started tying the boat up, the tom rose to his paws, waving his tail as Rex sauntered over to him. "Ahoy Rex. What tales do you bring this time?" Charlemagne tilted his head slightly, a side of his mouth curling up into a smirk. "Care to join me in a trip to the Groggy Swell? They have a fire in the hearth, it might be a bit warmer than out here, a good place to stave off the chill of the wind."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 19, 2018 15:10:15 GMT -5
Pearl lets out a purr as the older twoleg Florence bends down to scratch her head. "My little treasure, I hope you are doing well." She cooed before straightening herself up. Pearl brushes against her leg and lets out a meow before turning away. She leaps to the window sill and looks out. She settles down eager to watch the day go by. She didn't get out much but she savored any outside time she could get. One of these days, she was going to explore beyond the heights. For now, she must remain here.
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Post by Novi on Nov 20, 2018 17:37:56 GMT -5
Rex let out a cheerful purr. "Lots of them. Some more interesting than others, of course. We've got a new kit on board." He'd been present in the captain's cabin while the kit had his interview. "He's still getting his sea legs under him, though." He let out a laugh as he remembered the kit's first storm and how he'd stumbled around as the ship rocked back and forth. "We'll see how far he gets. Ol' Doc has a kit of his own now, though. I didn't see the little one personally, but the twolegs were talking about him. Doc is proud the kit looks like him, but twolegs should know kits never stay lookin the same." At the mention of the Groggy Swell, Rex gave a short nod. "Sure. Lead the way, friend." The two headed to the twoleg meeting place. They had an entrance via a window that lead into the dimly lit room. Inside, it seemed song was already underway as the twolegs swayed jolly-like. Rex stretched out by the hearth, letting the flames warm his pelt. He sat close to Charlemagne so the two could still converse of the twolegs yowling. "So, how have the others been?" Because ships came and went on routes, some set in time and space and others subject to change, there were cats Rex missed in ports and didn't see too often. It was one of few downsides to traveling with a ship rather than sticking to a single port and letting the ships come to you.
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Post by blizzardsfang on Nov 21, 2018 11:59:05 GMT -5
Caesar stepped back as the smaller cat ran into him and a small grunt of annoyance escaped him as he glared at her. Although she had run into him he remained stable where he stood and he stared down at her with bright yellow eyes. What was she doing here anyway? When she finally responded to his original question annoyance and rage spiked through him like a wildfire. His tail lashed back and forth as he glanced to the side. "You won't find it here, kid." His voice was calm but it was obvious he didn't want to spend anymore time with this Heights cat. She was here looking for adventure while cats were simply fighting for survival. They were struggling to eat and find food and keep their territory while cats like her simply saw Downtown as a simple adventure. He had no business even speaking with this cat, she didn't understand what it was like to be born in the Corner or to learn how to fight for your life every day. She was just a Heights cat, looking down on him like he was scum.
(Again apologies for reply being short I am on my phone Dx)
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Post by blizzardsfang on Nov 21, 2018 13:28:49 GMT -5
Pearl lets out a purr as the older twoleg Florence bends down to scratch her head. "My little treasure, I hope you are doing well." She cooed before straightening herself up. Pearl brushes against her leg and lets out a meow before turning away. She leaps to the window sill and looks out. She settles down eager to watch the day go by. She didn't get out much but she savored any outside time she could get. One of these days, she was going to explore beyond the heights. For now, she must remain here. Nova padded happily as her two large dogs trailed behind her and her twoleg walked them all. Her eyes scanned her surroundings and she spotted Pearl. With one small glance at Robin she shrugged and then bounced over to the other cat. "Hello" she said calmly, although she was short the munchkin held herself as tall as she could manage and wouldn't allow any cats to treat her differently as she had earned her place.
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Post by Novi on Nov 21, 2018 14:00:15 GMT -5
Cleopatra stared at him in disbelief. Did he just call her kid? "Excuse you, but I am well over 'kid' age." She snapped angrily. The fur on her spine rose slightly. This arrogant furball! She could barely believe him and his....ugh. "And you won't know what I'll find here. You don't even know the kind of adventure I'm looking for." There were plenty, after all. Even if others may not think about it. Some kinds went for stories to tell. Some don't have anything left to lose. Others are soul searching while some just want a thrill. Cleo's ears twitched. "But if all you're going to do is talk down to me because of where I live, well you're no better than some of the other cats in the Heights and I've nothing left to say to you." With a dismissive flick of her tail, she barged past him. Some introduction to Downtown she got.
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Post by blizzardsfang on Nov 21, 2018 14:05:37 GMT -5
Caesar watched her and he turned but suddenly guilt washed over him. What if something bad happened to her that would be on him. He gave a sigh and bounded after her with annoyance. What if she ended up in the corner or somewhere worse. While Caesar was just a mouthy cat there were some cats that would rip the she-cat apart. He kept his distance as he followed her, glancing to the side every so often. He didn't want to enter an opposing gangs territory that would be trouble. His ears lifted as he followed her. Of course he had called her a kid, she was a kid!
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 21, 2018 16:33:55 GMT -5
Pearl looked down at the small cat in front of her. "Hello there Nova. Out for a walk I see?" She asked her voice friendly. Pearl liked Nova and enjoyed their little talks. Pearl glanced at over at the dogs for a moment before looking back at Nova. She was a little unsure when it came to dogs.
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Post by MadFaith on Nov 23, 2018 22:53:44 GMT -5
(Here!)
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Post by Novi on Nov 23, 2018 23:39:04 GMT -5
Cleopatra was determined to ignore her encounter with the cat with the bad attitude. No, she was here to see the sights and sounds and, yes, smells of the big city. As a country she-cat, she'd mostly heard stories of it. The density and the harshness. Both were accurate. Cleo had heard of sea cats, though, who had plenty of stories to tell. She was interested in meeting one now, but first she had to get there. Normally, she'd just follow the smell that she knew was the ocean thanks to trips to the beach with her family, but with so many twolegs wandering around mixing smells, the salt seemed to be coming from all sorts of different places. One twoleg seemed to be selling fish and the smell overcame any scent that could actually be the ocean. Cleo wrinkled her nose and shook her head, glancing around. Even though it felt like it'd been a while since her encounter, she hadn't actually moved too far. She was stuck on the same block. She tried to see a route across the path, but so many twolegs and horses and carriers were moving Cleo couldn't. Frowning slightly, she started to make her way back when movement caught her attention in an alley way. It looked like a rat was trying to make its way into a twoleg den. Well, that wouldn't do! Her paws itched as she moved in. It had been a while and she hoped she wasn't rusty. The rat seemed too intent on chewing a hole into the den to notice her. Swiftly, Cleo lunged and grabbed hold of the rat. It twisted around and hissed at her, but she was already at its throat, killing it easily. Purring, she sat up, the rat dangling from her jaws. Ha! In your face city cat. She thought smugly, turning around. Well, speak of the devil. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the cit cat she'd encountered early. She trotted over to him, dropping the rat at his paws. "So what do you think of that?" She inquired proudly.
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Post by blizzardsfang on Nov 24, 2018 1:20:32 GMT -5
Caesar followed the she-cat at a distance and he avoided twolegs with ease. He sent a small glare to a cat that got too close and he gave a warning hiss as the younger cat scurried quickly away. While Caesar wasn't large most cats knew who he was and he wouldn't be messed with by just any cat. Almost everyone knew who his father was even though the older tom lived in the Corner. He stopped and the fur along his spine rose as he watched the Heights cat approach the large rat and his ears flattened against his head as he prepared himself to attack the disgusting creature. Before he could defend her the she-cat quickly took care of the rat and Caesar stopped as she dropped the rat and he recoiled as if it would awake and bite him. He had had plenty of bad experiences with rats. He narrowed his eyes for a moment as he examined the rat before he turned his yellow eyes to her and his tail moved slowly back and forth "I think you have more to worry about out here then just rats. How do you plan on handling a gang of cats or perhaps a horse that happens to get spooked?" he asked accusingly. Though at first glance it would seem the tom was just trying to make fun of her and prove that she didn't belong but by the glint in his eyes anyone who looked closely enough could tell the gang leader was worried that the she-cat would end up hurt or even worse. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a moment as if he was trying to calm himself down before the fur that had slowly rose along his body finally managed to lay flat. He gave a gentle sigh before he opened his eyes once more to meet her gaze as he waited for her response.
Nova gave a small shrug as her paws gently moved at the hard ground and she followed the white cats gaze to the two large dogs and she gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm doing fine, I spotted Cleopatra heading out earlier this morning it was quite interesting I almost followed her." she breathed in the familiar scents as her small tail waved back and forth with interest. "I wonder if she'll run into any Downtown cats or maybe even a Corner cat. I hear they eat rats for dinner if they can't find anything else." A small glint entered her eyes, of course she knew all about the Corner cats. She was big on information.
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Post by MadFaith on Nov 24, 2018 2:45:22 GMT -5
Rex let out a cheerful purr. "Lots of them. Some more interesting than others, of course. We've got a new kit on board." He'd been present in the captain's cabin while the kit had his interview. "He's still getting his sea legs under him, though." He let out a laugh as he remembered the kit's first storm and how he'd stumbled around as the ship rocked back and forth. "We'll see how far he gets. Ol' Doc has a kit of his own now, though. I didn't see the little one personally, but the twolegs were talking about him. Doc is proud the kit looks like him, but twolegs should know kits never stay lookin the same." At the mention of the Groggy Swell, Rex gave a short nod. "Sure. Lead the way, friend." The two headed to the twoleg meeting place. They had an entrance via a window that lead into the dimly lit room. Inside, it seemed song was already underway as the twolegs swayed jolly-like. Rex stretched out by the hearth, letting the flames warm his pelt. He sat close to Charlemagne so the two could still converse of the twolegs yowling. "So, how have the others been?" Because ships came and went on routes, some set in time and space and others subject to change, there were cats Rex missed in ports and didn't see too often. It was one of few downsides to traveling with a ship rather than sticking to a single port and letting the ships come to you. Charlemagne's whiskers twitched in amusement, his blue eyes alight with laughter as he remembered his first time on a ship, he had nearly fallen off the boat he was so bad, now he missed being out on the ocean, but he also liked his current set up. It was easy for him to keep his ear to the ground and hear about all of the happenings around here. He followed the other tom, nodding slightly at the sailor's tales, "I'm glad to hear the crew's still growin'. Fresh meat eh?" A deep chuckled bubbled out of the tom as he bounded up through the window and into the Groggy Swell. The sharp scent of the sailor's favourite drink hit the tom in the back of the throat, but he was used to it, the noise of the jovial sailors was at one point a clamour more than anything else, but it now felt like home, this was his domain. As the two toms settled down by the fire, the wood crackling warmly Charlemange tilted his head slightly, pondering Rex's question. "Trudy is as boisterous as ever, you just missed her, she set sail at sunhigh yesterday. She's got her paws full with three new recruits, but apparently, they're doing pretty good, something about competition encourages kits to do even better." The tom paused for a moment, his tailtip twitching idly, "Ol' Barnaby lost another toe, he refuses to get it taken care of, says it makes him look tough." He chortled slightly, his attention turning back to the singing sailors, watching Tyler, his human, rush throughout the room, a rather large barrel tucked under his arm as he topped off tankard after tankard, business was in full swing. "Their yowling always gets worse the more they drink." Charlemange shook his head, a smirk dancing across his face.
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Post by Novi on Nov 24, 2018 2:54:17 GMT -5
Cleopatra found it amusing that the tom didn't seem to like rats. It seemed they were dirty creatures in the city as well as the countryside. He then questioned what she would do in dangerous situations and she tilted her head to one side, peering up at him curiously. "Well, I've been fine so far." She shrugged. "I can probably jump out of the way of any spooked horses." Her ears twitched. Besides, she could imagine that it would take a fair amount of spook to get a reaction out of any of these horses. The city was already crowded and noisy enough, what could set them off? "And for gangs..." She shrugged. "I s'ppose I'll just have to learn which ones aren't so nice." She took a step forward, brushing against him. "I don't think I caught your name." She tilted her head to one side. "I'm Cleopatra."
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Post by blizzardsfang on Nov 24, 2018 13:54:40 GMT -5
Caesar gave a small sigh and his tail twitched anxiously as he questioned why in the world he would have the need to tell this cat his name. Although she introduced herself and it would be wrong to leave her without a name to his face. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm his nerves, he had a gang to run and here he was watching a kittypet like he was kitsitting. He opened his eyes and his tail stopped twitching. "Caesar." he finally said, his voice was calm now and he had managed to stop worrying so much about her health. Why would he care anyway? He shook his head and he wondered how The Void was hanging without him. He was usually home by now to give everyone instructions for the day.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 24, 2018 22:16:08 GMT -5
Pearl wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I can't imagine eating a rat!" She has seen a couple of rats running about outside and would shudder at the sight. She knew rats carried diseases and most likely smelled terrible. "I suppose it can't be helped. Why Cleopatra wants to head that way is beyond me! Heavens! What if she catches something and bring it back here!" Granted, she knew her humans would take her to the vet. However, she hated being sick! Despite that, Pearl couldn't help but be jealous. Pearl longed to see at least see something more.
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Post by blizzardsfang on Nov 28, 2018 10:06:37 GMT -5
Nova shrugged as she listened to the other cat and her eyes glanced over as she mentioned catching something. "I'm more worried about the Corner cats getting a hold of a pretty she-cat like her." She said. The munchkin of course was not fearful, she knew most of the corner cats anyway she would just never say that for the other Heights cats to hear. She had information on just about any cat in the whole city.
(Hello!)
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Post by Novi on Nov 28, 2018 13:44:56 GMT -5
Rex held up his tail to pause his friend. He kept his eyes to the floors as the twolegs swayed. As soon as one dropped a piece of meat from the table. he hurried over and snatched it up. Proudly, he brought it back to Charlemagne. "Here we are. Meals make story telling much better." Resettling he listened as the other cat told him of the comings and goings of their friends. He nodded slowly. "Is Trudy still hobbling? Last I saw her, a twoleg had accidentally sat on her tail. A heavy one, too, mind you. The crooked thing set her off balance for a while." He took a bite of the meat, chewing slowly. He laughed when Charlemagne mentioned three new kits. "I can see it. Especially when a female is present." He flicked his tail. He'd seen kits attempt to court mates. More often than not, they failed. Being a sailor didn't automatically make one desirable. Especially when the kit was just a den watcher, doing nothing more than changing bedding, cleaning up around the place, and the like. "How'd Barn lose this one?" Rex rolled his eyes at their friends' antics. At the mention of the twolegs yowling, Rex eyed them wearily. "Yes. As does their coordination. We should probably move from the floor in a bit."
Cleopatra tilted her head to one side. Did these city cats have no manners? Unless some cat was trying to kill you, it was only polite to return the gesture of telling a stranger their name. Especially since Cleo had gone first. She didn't have to be from the Heights to have common courtesy, did she? It would appear that answer was yes. She opened her mouth to inform him he didn't have to if he didn't want to when he responded. "Caesar." She meowed slowly, testing it out. It was a foreign one to her. Even the new name her twoleg gave her had taken some getting used to. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Caesar." She continued, smiling brightly. She decided that she would befriend this cat and show him cats from the Heights weren't as bad as he thought. Well, not all of them. Her mind strayed to some of her more...irritating neighbors. Hibbard was the first to come to mind. "So, what's your favorite part of downtown?" She tilted her head to one side, curious.
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