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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 6:14:45 GMT -5
"Why would I take advice from you?" Giovanni said to Alix, suddenly deadpan. "You haven't even known me for more than two moons." He continued slowly walking up to Trace, ready to sprint at any given moment. He was full of unused energy- and he was ready for it. All Trace had to do was make the slightest movement.
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Post by neb on Sept 2, 2016 7:09:53 GMT -5
(schools are closed due to hurricane hermine. Yay..?)
Trace growled and held his ground. If Giovanni fought with him, Trace knew that he would end up dead. Never been much of a fighter, more of a quick witted cat, he didn't know how to handle this situation. He couldn't lleave Alix alone with him though...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 8:54:29 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I'll fight with you." Alix whispered to Trace. She knew she was weak, but that didn't stop her.
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Post by neb on Sept 2, 2016 8:57:26 GMT -5
"No you won't!" He snapped. Trace would not allow this cat, a cat whom he barely knew to risk her life for him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 9:13:30 GMT -5
"If you're going to risk your life for me, I'll do the same!" She snapped, glaring at Trace.
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Post by neb on Sept 2, 2016 9:47:10 GMT -5
Trace bit back a retort and just glared at Alix. He muttered something under his breath before turning to Giovanni.
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Post by lozi on Sept 2, 2016 12:28:58 GMT -5
Love the idea!! Here's an OC, if he could join.
Stormie ⎮ 17 ⎮ Male Description ;; How to describe this majestic and elegant cat? For one, he is uncannily large, everything about him broad. He is jet black, diluted throughout his coat, with several (and I mean several) scattered hairs of white and paler grey. Black is the reigning color, however. He has a pale undercoat of white, so when he walks, he flashes his white roots. He holds himself with the confidence of a lion, with constantly narrowed golden amber eyes, flecked with orange around the outside, that bore into your soul. From his ears sprout 1 ½ inch black tufts of fur. He has a wide jet black nose. He has thick neck fur, making him look all the more broad around the neck. It is pale grey near his cheeks, and as it progresses, the grey becomes stormy, and horizontally striped white fur. His huge paws are jet black, with a smattering of white clubs, sprouting ivory colored claws. His thick furred, elegant tail is colored like a raccoon’s, with the same black found throughout his body with pale grey rings. His strangest feature however is his teeth defects, causing them to have grown two rows of needle sharp teeth, and overly large canines, the tip hanging just out of his mouth, making him look like he is always scowling. He is very lean, his family not being able to purchase cat food. He eats the mice and rats and other pests that he catches from the house. Personality ;; It doesn’t help the huge tom that he is overly brooding, preferring to shut himself away from all of reality. He is severely introverted, and is pistanthrophobic. Aside from those roots of his personality, his is very dutiful but sometimes finds it hard to commit loyalty, for fear of being betrayed. No, even when you earn his trust, he doesn't roll over for you, you still have to work. (WHAT D: It's called being pistanthrophobic) He does not handle empathetic situations very well, as he finds it very hard to relate to others. Despite being fearful and defensive against other cats, he is madly affectionate to his owners. He can't imagine his life without them, despite their poor state. Because of his social distancing, and the fact that he has never had to survive without humans to back him up, he will take a lot of adjusting to get out in the real world. However, his physical fitness and street smarts will give him some support. Faction ;; Former House Cat and Mouser, Inhabitant of Apple Avenue Companions ;; Stormie now roams the streets alone. Other ;; Born to a family of show cats, in Seashore Square, his teeth defects caused him to become worthless for show, and cast out into Apple Avenue. When a family of poor humans took him in when he was just a kitten, he quickly became attached to them. He earned his keep being a pest exterminator, eating his catch. However, when the family had to move to a place that would give the male a much better pay, they were forced to leave their beloved companion behind. Stormie waited for them, but they never returned. Heartbroken, he is now trying to learn how to survive.
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Post by Maplestone360 on Sept 2, 2016 15:47:19 GMT -5
(Neb: Lucky. The storm's just out of my area, so it didn't affect school. *shrugs*)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:39:46 GMT -5
Alix turned back as well. As far as she was concerned, Trace was risking his life for her, and she thought that was the nice thing to do. She stood in front of him slightly, shielding him.
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Post by neb on Sept 2, 2016 18:23:22 GMT -5
(Neb: Lucky. The storm's just out of my area, so it didn't affect school. *shrugs*) (The storm is in Florida. I live in Georgia... idk why we got let out but im not complaining) Alix turned back as well. As far as she was concerned, Trace was risking his life for her, and she thought that was the nice thing to do. She stood in front of him slightly, shielding him. The bengal roughly shoved Alix back, a defiant light in his eyes. Trace had began to look crazed and snarled at Alix. "Stop trying to protect me you fool." He spat. (woah new headcanon Trace has split personalites like Jekyl and Hyde? No? Okay.)
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Post by neb on Sept 2, 2016 18:24:41 GMT -5
Love the idea!! Here's an OC, if he could join. Stormie ⎮ 17 ⎮ Male Description ;; How to describe this majestic and elegant cat? For one, he is uncannily large, everything about him broad. He is jet black, diluted throughout his coat, with several (and I mean several) scattered hairs of white and paler grey. Black is the reigning color, however. He has a pale undercoat of white, so when he walks, he flashes his white roots. He holds himself with the confidence of a lion, with constantly narrowed golden amber eyes, flecked with orange around the outside, that bore into your soul. From his ears sprout 1 ½ inch black tufts of fur. He has a wide jet black nose. He has thick neck fur, making him look all the more broad around the neck. It is pale grey near his cheeks, and as it progresses, the grey becomes stormy, and horizontally striped white fur. His huge paws are jet black, with a smattering of white clubs, sprouting ivory colored claws. His thick furred, elegant tail is colored like a raccoon’s, with the same black found throughout his body with pale grey rings. His strangest feature however is his teeth defects, causing them to have grown two rows of needle sharp teeth, and overly large canines, the tip hanging just out of his mouth, making him look like he is always scowling. He is very lean, his family not being able to purchase cat food. He eats the mice and rats and other pests that he catches from the house. Personality ;; It doesn’t help the huge tom that he is overly brooding, preferring to shut himself away from all of reality. He is severely introverted, and is pistanthrophobic. Aside from those roots of his personality, his is very dutiful but sometimes finds it hard to commit loyalty, for fear of being betrayed. No, even when you earn his trust, he doesn't roll over for you, you still have to work. (WHAT D: It's called being pistanthrophobic) He does not handle empathetic situations very well, as he finds it very hard to relate to others. Despite being fearful and defensive against other cats, he is madly affectionate to his owners. He can't imagine his life without them, despite their poor state. Because of his social distancing, and the fact that he has never had to survive without humans to back him up, he will take a lot of adjusting to get out in the real world. However, his physical fitness and street smarts will give him some support. Faction ;; Former House Cat and Mouser, Inhabitant of Apple Avenue Companions ;; Stormie now roams the streets alone. Other ;; Born to a family of show cats, in Seashore Square, his teeth defects caused him to become worthless for show, and cast out into Apple Avenue. When a family of poor humans took him in when he was just a kitten, he quickly became attached to them. He earned his keep being a pest exterminator, eating his catch. However, when the family had to move to a place that would give the male a much better pay, they were forced to leave their beloved companion behind. Stormie waited for them, but they never returned. Heartbroken, he is now trying to learn how to survive. Hello! Glad your interested. Just letting you know that we saw your form, but Redheart has to approve since she is the "leader" of the rp. )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 18:32:29 GMT -5
Giovanni smirked for a bit- could he push Trace any further? He unsheathed his claws. "Here's the deal- If you promise her to me, I'll let you live." He smiled wickedly, hi yellow eyes wide with small lines of pupils. His claws came out even more and he walked closer. "What shall it be?" He wouldn't kill him- just beat him up to the point where death would be wanted. And then it wouldn't stain his record as much as murdered blood would.
(@battle Scars- Will put in your form soon)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 18:39:20 GMT -5
Alix hissed slightly. "Why won't you let me fight?!" She said, fighting back tears. At Giovanni's offer, her fur pricked. "What do you mean 'promise me to you'?" She said. She glanced at Trace, a sorrowful look and fear gracing her beautiful features.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 18:43:56 GMT -5
Giovanni looked nonchalantly at her for a second. "I'm sorry- but for my game to work, I must focus on only one cat at a time." He loved his game- it was tiresome, but he didn't understand why a cat would go without a game like this. He saw no amoral behavior- he only saw the world as he perceived it. "Besides, you've proven to me multiple times you'd never kill me. And you couldn't anyway."
(@battle Scars- you have been accepted!)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 19:39:52 GMT -5
Alix stepped away slightly. "I'm not going to become one of your plaything she-cats who you throw in the trash after a few days. I'm smarter than that." She didn't want to fall for Giovanni's tricks.
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Post by lozi on Sept 2, 2016 20:53:27 GMT -5
This is probably going to be the only post that I write in First Person.//
The humans had their typical, rectangular boxes with rolling paws at the door, filled with their belongings. Stormie knew what was going on, they were leaving. He knew he shouldn't worry, because his humans would always come back for him. Sure, he might get lonely, but they would come back. He couldn't help but wonder what they were doing, because earlier, all their belongings had been boxed away, and given to a big twoleg who had drove off in a huge monster. Maybe his humans owed the man that stuff. Maybe it wasn't even theirs the whole time? Whatever it was, he was sure it was reasonable.
Hopping down from the windowsill, he circled around his owner's legs, purring loudly. They picked him up, squeezing him tight, and Stormie did his best not to mind. They were so good to them, even if they couldn't give him the things that owners could give to their cats on Seashore Square. Something wet hit his head, and he looked up with a quiet meow. The male twoleg was, crying? Something must be wrong. Maybe he would really miss Stormie while he was gone. He held him to his chest, and Stormie butted his head under his chin, purring softly. The female was just watching quietly, before she stepped up and pet his head, then shook her own head, grabbing her rolling pawed box, and pulling it out the door. The man set him down, wiping his eyes, and took his own rolling box and pulled it out the door as well.
That was the last I saw of them. They got into their monster, and drove away. They didn't look back. They didn't come back for me. It's been about a moon now, and I think I'm finally starting to understand. They don't want me anymore, and now their leaving. And they're not going to come back. Ever. I don't know what I did wrong. Maybe I wasn't catching the mice fast enough. Maybe I didn't get enough of them. Maybe I was too rough with the curtains that one time. Whatever it was, it's time for me to move on. The only problem is, they haven't left me a way out.
Stormie paced around the kitchen, making his decision. He needed to get out. Weakened, he let out a soft mew of distress at his situation. He had eaten all the food in the icebox, and the water from the big white bowl had run out. It was time for him to leave. He jumped onto the windows, scratching at the glass. The sound that echoed back shivered down his spine, and he shuddered. This wasn't going to work. he gritted his teeth, butting his head at the glass. Over. And over. And over. He would get out, or die first. That's when the glass shattered. He stumbled forward, head hitting the wiry mesh. He clawed at it, but pain raced up his paws. He let out a loud yelp. He was stuck. There was only one thing to do. He needed help. If he was lucky, he could attract a loner a rogue by feigning weakness. While the shady cat tried to get in to attack the 'weakened' cat to raid the house, he would bound away once the cat had broken through the mesh. With a wild chase through the house, he could lose him, and get back out the hole before the loner caught him.
So he laid on his side, letting out loud caterwauls towards the street.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 5:54:12 GMT -5
"Plaything? Oh, they aren't playthings per se. Being loyal to one woman means being mean to all the rest, so I just see myself as an abundant source of love." He moved closer to Trace. "So, Trace... What shall it be?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 6:32:57 GMT -5
Alix glared at him, before turning to Trace. "Please Trace ..." She said, tears filling her pretty blue eyes.
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Post by neb on Sept 3, 2016 9:06:48 GMT -5
"I promise her to you." He meowed solemnly. Trace shot an apologetic glance at Alix before feeling slightly triumphant. He had escaped death, though it meant he may have condemned Alix to an even worse fate.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 11:02:56 GMT -5
Giovanni laughed, almost looking like he would lunge at Trace anyway. But then he reconsidered. "Fair enough then. Thank you, Trace. I enjoy this game- I really do,and I would hate to see it go to waste and for me to have to resort to primitive methods of violence to continue it. Cats like you make it easy." He stepped back- he found it more fun than horrible.
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Post by Maplestone360 on Sept 3, 2016 17:38:56 GMT -5
( lozi, mind if I jump in?)
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Post by lozi on Sept 3, 2016 17:39:32 GMT -5
Go right ahead.||
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Post by Maplestone360 on Sept 3, 2016 18:07:00 GMT -5
Annie ;; the City
Annie had found something decent to eat, and was now wandering aimlessly through the city alleys. Thoughts swarmed through her young mind: thoughts of chester, Storm, Sky, and the Journey. She wasn't going anywhere in particular, and before long she looked up to see one of the small neighborhoods, one for the unwealthy people in fact, and lifted a paw to start padding in the other direction, but stopped as a loud noise hit her ears. It was a cat for sure, but she couldn't tell if they wrere calling for help or just being obnoxious. She gulped, and headed into the maze of houses slowly. "H-hello?" she mewed, uncertainty in her voice.
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Post by lozi on Sept 3, 2016 18:34:47 GMT -5
[b]"Oh thank goodness you've come, I've been stuck here forever! I need help getting out!"[/b] He picked up on the uncertainty in what he presumed to be a she-cat, but he was wary, and still ready to bolt. Even if the cat was friendly, he wasn't sure if he wanted to befriend her... He made suure his voice carried high levels of distress in his voice, which wasn't very hard, considering his state. He wanted to make sure that the cat would come closer, so he could get them to open the mesh blocking him from the outside world. Something had hardened in him upon realizing his humans weren't coming back. He almost wanted to fight. [/font]/font][/font]
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Post by lozi on Sept 3, 2016 18:37:40 GMT -5
Trying to figure out this BBCode D: ||
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 18:48:11 GMT -5
Alix was shocked, feeling like she was about to collapse. "Trace .." She whispered weakly. Trying to toughen up, she made a run for it. She sprinted as fast as she could away from the tom she had been handed over to like a piece of prey. She couldn't let herself be caught. She was shocked at how Trace had betrayed her. She had trusted him. She felt angry at herself. You can't trust anyone, mousebrain! But she knew that she would be caught by Giovanni, so her efforts were fruitless.
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Post by lozi on Sept 3, 2016 18:54:34 GMT -5
If you want, Alix can run into Stormie ||
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 18:56:42 GMT -5
[ { i think } giovanni or trace is going to catch her, but thank you anyway c: ]
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Post by Maplestone360 on Sept 3, 2016 19:08:33 GMT -5
(Ikr! It sucks sometimes)
Annie ;; the City
Annie padded forward, uncertain. She didn't know if she could trust this cat."Ok.." she mewed, leaping up to the windowsill. She looked over the mesh seperating her and the cat, trying to figure out a way to break through it.
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Post by lozi on Sept 3, 2016 19:20:37 GMT -5
"On the count of three, let's each hook or claws on the mesh and pull. With our combined strength, we should be able to tear through this stuff." He hooked his own claws into the mesh, trying not to cut his pads, and ignoring the stinging pain. He grit his teeth. "One..."
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