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Post by Novi on Sept 11, 2019 18:31:42 GMT -5
London Cats Directory~Rules, Plots, News, Introduction~ ~In Roleplay Information~ ~Allegiances~ ~Relationships, Members~
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Post by Novi on Sept 11, 2019 18:40:51 GMT -5
~Rules~ +Forum rules: Follow all forum rules please. +Literacy: I expect the best grammar you can manage. A decently sized paragraph for each cat is preferred, but this is meant to be a fairly casual roleplay so just go at what works for you. +Activity: Again, this is a heavily casual roleplay so I'm not going to be a stickler on activity. However, if you leave a person hanging with no reasoning, they are allowed to free their character up at their leisure. If four weeks passes from your last roleplay post, again without reason for your absence, you will be deleted from the roleplay. This helps keep allegiances from getting too cluttered. +Characters: Please only have as many characters as you can handle. Try to keep your genders even if at all possible. Because this is a roleplay based in a human populated area, human names will be used mostly. However, it's still realistic and so your cats won't be perfect. They will face consequences to their actions, they will get harmed, they won't win every fight or catch every prey. +Out of Character: Please indicate that you are speaking OOC using (), [], or {}. Rudeness out of character will not be tolerated.
~Plots~ Coming Soon
~News~ 9/11 : Roleplay was made! :3
~Introduction~ Rain fell from the sky and your ears lay flat against your head as you trudged through the never ending streets. Thunder howled like a wolf in your ears and lightning lit up the sky. You gave a gentle whimper as wind whistled and a shiver escaped you. Your paws burned like fire and a sudden hope filled your heart when you caught sight of an abandoned home. You jumped onto the windowsill, almost slipping as you claws your way in through the cracked window. Landing on the wooden floors a small sigh escaped you, relief filling you with warmth. A voice sent any comfort you had out the cracked window "and who are you?" Your eyes darted up quickly and landed on dozens of glowing eyes in the darkness. A brown and white cat stood before you, looking down on you like he would be eating you for dinner. He scoffed when you remained quiet, annoyance clear in his eyes as he glanced back at the cats behind him "you came to the wrong place, kid." (Courtesy of Blizz)
This roleplay takes place during Victorian era London.
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Post by Novi on Sept 11, 2019 19:00:06 GMT -5
~Territory~The cats have separated the territory into four main districts.
"Waterside" District: As expected from the name, the waterside encompasses London ports and ocean front territory. Cats who live in the area are often ratters for trading ships or beg food from the fishers as they come in and discard fish heads and various other parts. Humans tend to be more tolerant of cat presence here. Cats aren't very territorial because there's normally plenty of scraps to go around, but fights can break out if the return haul isn't too big. Very few of them permanently stay in the area and sleep elsewhere.
Upper "Heights" District: This is the posh and fancy area of town. Streets are clean, buildings are made to impress, and pets are typically nothing more than accessories or ways to keep children busy. Cats here are clean and very rarely leave their homes, so they don't see much of each other. However, there is a fountain in the center of the district where cats will sometimes meet up to catch up on things that can't be signaled through windows. Although outsiders may not have to worry about territorial kittypets, humans with brooms and dogs off leash can still pose threats to them.
South "Corner" District: This district consists of the poorest parts of town. Cats that live here are considered the lowest of the low, even by most standards. They are believed to catch weak prey and are often sickly if they stay for too long. But it is, in some ways, the safest part of town. No gang wants to carve up the sewer infested areas.
"Downtown" District: This district is the market district of the city. Cats will be the most territorial in this area as digging for scraps is common, although still considered higher than hunting in the South Corner district. Ratters for food shops can also be found, although they may not stay with that human as a pet. Gangs have carved up the district, making it arguably the most dangerous. The cats refer to districts by the terms placed in "". So, a cat may ask another if they're from "the corner" or take note of their fancier way of speaking and acting and assume they're from "the heights".~Setting~[] New-Leaf [] Green-Leaf [X] Leaf-Fall [] Leaf-Bare
[X] Cloudy [] Sunny [] Raining [] Snowing [] Hailing [] Foggy~Joining Form~ {Cat's Name} {Age in Moons} {gender} {roleplayer username}Description of your cat. Please include things like personality, history, appearance, any preexisting relationships with other cats, and etc.Picture (only if you have one){Cat's district}~Gangs~I am only going to allow up to three official gangs for now. However, if you are going to create one, you will need to think of a few of details for it to start off. Of course, everything on the list is not the only things you have to put. If you have other important things you'd like to mention, you're free to do so as well as make suggestions of what you think is important to include in the list. The current requirements are as follows-
-Location: Include the district and what kind of home they have claimed for themselves. -Hierarchical system: Would they have a very strict tier? A leader, a second-in-command and the rest a free for all? Or would they be based on a system with more positions in it. Maybe some cat hunts, others fight and defend the base/den. Do they feed queens and kits first like in the clans, or are queens and elders left to fend for themselves? Must all cats hunt to eat? How do they pick a new leader? -Membership: Are they very welcoming of new members? Do new members have to experience some sort of trial before they are fully accepted? -Values/Ideals and Role in the City: Do they value cats with speed? Intelligence? Strength? Are they thieves? Are they healers? Do they hunt to protect those that cannot do so for themselves? -Other relations: Are they tolerant of outsiders hanging around? If/when more gangs crop up, what is their standing with them?
Gang List: Coming Soon
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Post by Novi on Sept 11, 2019 19:10:45 GMT -5
Waterside
{Rexamon} {48 moons} {male} {thenovice}
Rexamon is a sailor cat aboard the Cat's Cradle with its captain: Jack. Rex is very laid back and has a keen sense of adventure. He actually hails from an island where his family were polydactyls. Normally they stayed away from the natives of the area, but one day he strayed too close. The natives believed the cat to be a spawn of the devil with his six toes and cast him out to sea on a wooden plank. Jack scooped the tom up and Rex has been a part of the cradle's crew ever since. While he enjoys his life at sea, he enjoys meeting port cats just as much. Swapping stories is half the fun of sailing. After all, why have an adventure if there's no one to tell the tale to? ![](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/7a/05/c47a051e3c4a916e41a8a30006e9473b.jpg)
{Beau} {28 moons} {Male} {Degur}
Beau’s very first memory is quite fuzzy, but still so prominent in his mind. He was a small kitten, his eyes yet to open, surrounded by plush fur and the faintest rattle sound that the tom has now inferred was from a collar. How he went from such a warm and comforting moment to growing up alone in Waterside is beyond him, nor does he try to think about it too much. Though he has one faint memory of his actual mother, he has several of the elder she-cat that raised him for his younger years, Ava. Ava raised Beau as if he was her own, although she made it clear that the topic of his real mother was always off limits. The she-cat died when Beau was 18 moons, but he will never forget, to him, his true mother. Despite his odd and puzzling early past, Beau is happy to call himself one of the locals of the district. The tom also happened to grow up into an overly friendly and caring cat with a fairly goofy side. His large size may intimidate some, but those who truly know Beau know that his big heart makes up for most of his size. He’s constantly looking on the bright and so much so, it’s rare to see the cat without some sort of smile on his face.![](https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20190914/4ea5c831a808da890595bc7a8ee365b7.jpg) {Charlemagne} {22} {Tom} {MadFaith}
Charlemagne has quite the startling appearance and he has made quite a name for himself throughout the city. He has stunning blue eyes, the first thing most people notice followed with his odd colouration, the result of him being a mix of breeds and colour markings. He has some dark brown tabby markings on his face and ears, a mottled pelt of white, light brown and a cream, white chest, chin and legs. He is quite the dock cat, spending time with each ship that comes in, inspecting it from mast to hull, learning the ins and outs and hunting down rats, food isn't scarce, but ship rats are always the best fed. He has some scars scattered across his pelt from battles of the past, not that he is really one to get into too many fights, mostly from the rats. He always has a tall tale to tell, some true, but almost completely made up adventures to make him sound more worldly, most of them picked up from conversations of sailors as he is owned by the owner of one of the pubs in the area, which is the sailor's favorite resting area called The Cracked Mast. He earns his keep through ensuring the cellars are rodent free, leaving him with a warm place to sleep. He is quite the flirt by nature and loves talking to she-cats, but he is loyal to one at a time, not being one to have many on the go at once.![](https://i.pinimg.com/236x/69/fd/b1/69fdb130a6a289dde99bc405f08d415f.jpg) {Pebbles} {22} {she-cat} {thorntail}
Pebbles is young but she is tough. She was raised in the corner but hated her life so she left. A small, tortoiseshell cat, she takes great pride in her appearance, grooming herself whenever she can. Her coat is as shiny as she can get it and her piercing yellow eyes only add to the overall effect. She can be rather possessive, especially when it comes to food but she has a softer side. If she sees kits left to fend for themselves she will secretly feed them and teach them how to make it on the streets, not wanting any other kit to suffer the years of hunger she did. She's scrappy and feisty but extremely loving and constantly searching for more and more friends. The more the merrier.
Heights {Cleopatra} {24 Moons} {female} {thenovice}
Cleopatra grew up in the countryside with her parents and littermates. A little girl, whom she calls Sunny for her yellow fur, took a liking to the she-cat and brought her home to the city. While Cleo has gotten used to her new life, she still occasionally uses country slang and her accent comes out if she starts to get flustered. She's a very curious she-cat and enjoys exploring whenever she can, even hunting here and there to keep up her skills. Her favorite past time, though, is sleeping in the sun. She can also be quite friendly, although it depends on how she's treated what her attitude will be towards another. She doesn't like arrogance and far too many heights cats stick theirs noses up at those they deem 'below' them, including herself as she wasn't actually born in the heights. From time to time when her humans return to the countryside, Cleo goes with them to see her family. One thing she is never seen without is her collar. ![Picture (only if you have one)](https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/B9hyCC4QHZGXxYkn8_XHxbph1P9oDdtWStVozT-YBo0/https/i.redd.it/ikvw8yy0b5l01.jpg?width=236&height=300) {Marigold} {30 Moons} {Female} {Kermode}
Marigold was born and raised in the Heights. She comes from a long line of thoroughbred cats and is very proud of her heritage. Well, she was until recently. Marigold had been taught to always be prim and proper but with a new baby that has come into her twolegs' lives she has been a bit forgotten. Now with a taste for the outdoors she is questioning just what it is she wants from life, though she would never let any of the other Heights cats in on her wandering heart. She keeps her long golden fur spotless, her blue eyes bright, and her collar on straight at all times. Friends with Cleopatra {Girasol} {16 moons} {Female} {Degur}
With just one glance, one can tell Girasol isn’t from around here. In fact, the she-cat has just recently came from a place that was typically hot and sunny every day. She loved to bathe in the warm sun with her numerous friends, talking about the local gossip and news. Girasol had only lived with her twoleg for a short amount of time before a paler-than normal male twoleg would visit frequently. The newcomer and her owner would speak a different tongue than the she-cat was used to her owner speaking, but she picked up on a few of the words quickly. It didn’t take long before Girasol and her twoleg traveled on a moving beast over land and even water to reach a place that was, well, way different than what she was accustomed to. While she misses her friends from her old home, the young she-cat doesn’t mind this new adventure and excited to see what this new area is like. Girasol is normally pretty laid-back, but she also loves to be outside and socializing with others, even if her foreign accent can be hard to understand at times. She is also an extremely loyal cat, both to her twoleg and to her friends. And while she sticks to her overall chill demeanor, she is not afraid to stand up for those close to her. (Her collar) ![](https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20190914/3a6fd0fb7c117a47016bf1e7d992f49e.jpg) {Hibbard Greggory III} {34} {Tom} {MadFaith}
Hibbard is an expensive cat with a palate for only the best, the epitome of a wealthy housecat. He is a purebred Persian tom, with the papers to match, thick black fur with a white mane, "mustache" and toes. He is a regal tomcat who sees his place above others, especially the street cats. He refuses to exit his house unless completely necessary, not wanting to leave its luxury and comfort, rather letting the other cats come to him. He has glowing amber eyes that seem to always be holding contempt for others. He sees himself as the leader of the cats of the "Heights," often holding "council" meetings from his window, or allowing the other cats to enter his house if they so choose. These councils often talk about the problems the street cats are creating and the drama of the town. He is a very snobby tom, who is not afraid to say what he thinks, regardless of who it hurts or offends. He is blunt are cares little of what others think of him, but on the off chance he receives a compliment he deems it as something he deserves, rather than something he has earned. ![](https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/b5/eb/48b5ebafb53163f21a022027f9761342.jpg) {Pearl } {28 moons } {She-cat} {Hawkeyes2581}
Pearl is a all white Turkish Angora. She has bright amber eyes and a white fluffy tail. Pearl usually can be seen wearing an expensive pink and gold collar. Pearl is a smart and elegant she-cat. She knows how to make herself appear nice and proper to certain cats and twolegs. Pearl is a bit spoiled, and is rather naive about what stray cats go through. Don't let her softness fool you. She can be fierce when she needs to be. Pearl knows how to take charge and get what she wants. She is a social butterfly and enjoys making new friends. Pearl is curious about the other districts and wonders if she will ever see it. She is a little picky when it comes to her food and bedding. Pearl was born to two purebred Turkish Angora. parents. She was taught how to be a lady and how to act around twolegs. Pearl followed her parents advice while making a few exceptions. She was adopted by a young couple and their daughter. Her twolegs want to breed her but are looking for a suitable match for her. Pearl longs to have her a family of her own. A part of her is scared that her twolegs will simply give her kittens away. ![](http://www.oocities.org/heartland/7231/Purrfectlove7mosfllsm.JPG)
{Fiona} {20 Moons} {Female} {Anti Sanji} A white cat with very soft fur and light blue eyes. Her ears are gray including all four legs and most of her face is covered in gray. She wears a simple collar; a royal blue band with a heart shaped silver tag that shows her owners information in case she goes missing. Fiona hasn't always lived the life of luxury; she use to live in the run down areas where she couldn't find much to eat and danger could come out of any corner. Her parents were strays who fought for their next meal and couldn't fend for themselves. When they found out they were pregnant, they left their only daughter in a box and ran away so they didn't have to be burdened by a kitten. A young couple had visited downtown and noticed a small kitten trying to lick food from an old can. They decided to take her in and ever since she had been healthy with them. Fiona doesn't tell anyone her origin, afraid cats would shun her for not being purely from rich twolegs and wants to fit in. She's very timid when it comes with new comers and opens up fairly well after spending time with anyone. Fiona is very friendly when she warms up to cats and enjoys playing with leafs or toys. It's almost impossible for her to leave the safety of her fenced garden since she doesn't remember how bad downtown can be and is scared of getting harmed.
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Corner
{Juliette} {24} {She-cat} {MadFaith}
Juliette was at one point a regal looking she-cat, but her beauty is only a shadow of its formal self, the wear of living in the worst part of town taking a hard toll on the small she-cat. She is quite a petite she-cat, covered in a once luxuriously thick white coat, the tips of her tail and paws a light orange hue. Her pelt is now ragged and filthy, her self-esteem now gone and taking with it her need to keep up her personal hygiene. She has dark green eyes, but they are hollow, broken and empty, and she can often be seen aimlessly wandering around the South Corner District. She grew up in the Heights, her humans raising her as a perfect breeding cat due to her desired small size, but every kitten from her two litters was stillborn so they kicked her to the street. With no hunting knowledge and no ability to defend herself, she very quickly found herself starving on the streets of the Corner. She is now terrified of her own shadow, only furthered by a run-in with an angry cat who left her with a shredded right ear, it is her only method of survival. Juliette blames herself for the death of her kits and is laden with guilt, very rarely speaking, most cats believing her to be mute; a ghost that wanders the streets. ![](https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/509477568358121476/513623605213397012/Feral-Cat-21-602x386.png?width=500&height=321) {Eliza} {17 Moons} {she-cat} {Laputani}
Eliza is a sleek grey she-cat with slender, sharp feature and medium length fur. She has pale green eyes, large triangular ears and a crooked tail. Eliza was born and raised in The Corner. She was the only kit to survive out of herself and her two siblings. Despite working tirelessly to provide food for her weakening littermates, they still ultimately succumbed to illness. Since then, she finds it difficult to build meaningful relationships with others as she doesn’t want to deal with the trauma of losing someone she cares about again. Eliza is constantly at war with her own emotions. She possesses both a callous and manipulative side as well as a genuinely caring, friendly side that simply craves company. ![](https://pictures-of-cats.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Oriental-Longhair.jpg)
Downtown
{Douglas} {38 Moons} {Male} {Kermode}
Douglas is a ratter for a store in the Downtown District. He has been for as long as he can remember, or wants to remember. The shopkeeper called him Douglas so that's what he goes by. Sometimes the shopkeeper puts out some cream for him but he couldn't imagine letting the twoleg touch him. Douglas has white and gray fur but you normally wouldn't know that by looking at him. He's often covered in dust and cobwebs, his green eyes peering out from the dirty mess. He enjoys the life he has and does his best to stay out of trouble from other cats. He had to give up most of his catches to a gang when he was younger but now that he's bigger he's pretty good at defending himself. The handful of scars around his body can attribute to that. {Ada} {27} {She-cat} {MadFaith}
Ada is a smaller she-cat with a thin build. She has a deep brown pelt that darkens around her face and at the base of her tail. Her paws are white, the dividing line a bit farther up the for her hind legs, as well as her chest and chin. Her eyes are a pale green with some golden tints near the pupal, a stark contrast to her dark face. Ada has been a street cat for her entire life, born in an ally of the Corner with a drive to survive. She worked her way up the ranks, gaining the respect of others with her sharp mind and ability to out-think others. She is a quick thinker, being able to quickly think on her paws and react with a level mind, never really letting her emotions get the better, having hidden them beneath many barriers, shutting them away was her only way of survival, as she couldn't chance letting them muddle her thoughts. She is very calculating, which can often be misinterpreted as cold, but she doesn't mean it to, she just thinks her way through her problems. She is fiercely loyal to those she trust, which is a hard thing to gain after all on the streets, unwise trust can very quickly get a cat killed. ![](https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e7/a8/c1/e7a8c1bb62f326c1076e0535c484a5a2.jpg) {Francais} {30 Moons} {Male} {Anti Sanji}
A dark gray cat with intense yellow eyes and short fur that's been infested with fleas many times. There is white around his neck that goes down in a V shape to the middle of his chest and his paws are white. Most the time his legs are matted with mud from walking in dirty water and muddy grounds when traveling around. Some spots on his body has blood dried up from fights and scars he earned from fighting for food. As a kit, he's always been hunting for his own food and shelter ever since his mother died from starvation after his birth and his father abandon him to join a gang in the city. Francias as been a loner for quite some time; moving all around without really staying in one place, making friends or enemies along the way, and causing trouble for twolegs. He enjoys messing with them by running under their legs or hiss when they're not paying attention to scare them. This tom is laid back and doesn't seem to care about anyone else. No one has showed him compassion and believes he doesn't have to either. He is a smooth talker to she-cats and likes to pick fights on other toms.![](https://i.imgur.com/oH1bRRQ.jpg)
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Post by Novi on Sept 11, 2019 19:12:50 GMT -5
Relationships
Platonic +Cleopatra and Marigold are friends +Rex and Charlemagne are friends +Pearl and Marigold are friends
Romantic +
Family +
Members Male, Female Novi : Cleopatra, Rexamon, Kermode : Marigold, Douglas, Degur : Beau, Girasol, MadFaith : Hibbard, Charlemagne, Juliette, Ada, thorntail : Buttercup, Pebbles, Hawkeyes258 : Pearl, Rio : Eliza, @devilcooksanji : Fiona, Francais, @
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Post by Novi on Sept 11, 2019 19:17:08 GMT -5
aaaand, it's open. may make some tweaks to it, but should be good to make forms now :3)
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Post by Kermode on Sept 11, 2019 20:57:15 GMT -5
{Marigold} {30 Moons} {Female} {Kermode} Marigold was born and raised in the Heights. She comes from a long line of thoroughbred cats and is very proud of her heritage. Well, she was until recently. Marigold had been taught to always be prim and proper but with a new baby that has come into her twolegs' lives she has been a bit forgotten. Now with a taste for the outdoors she is questioning just what it is she wants from life, though she would never let any of the other Heights cats in on her wandering heart. She keeps her long golden fur spotless, her blue eyes bright, and her collar on straight at all times. Friends with Cleopatra ![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/4IaB9aS1uFp04PHwJ_ggXsjd8ndC-50691htk0pnjWqZrfg0JjWfmriM70knpcnqG1nBKr7BPxHTb5gxzFjLm9gm0cel5A4juNHcjVxtxmWKjRC4hYOiZRqyntYmtCw1OgE4ALABWDUFwLEUp_Lnme0AYWxAdYU4OpiAYQB49EjQ_Z5g4EcHM4J5AY7QkmSPdk_pzYiRMA1Wrh6b7S8Cfi1De_O8lZxO3VUAe29bBsIOyKLHxMiYuTBpIgkPR6un9wGVBneOORjYYypM-MMLgtj97r6lpeRleCz8PwUNcbX9AXZEsHbx30t5B1XKG6YtrbyrK_0ypTdyPV6f7i6H39EW2rxP-yrxe0F79zR5CprNrDHyl_ny9DdrRAQOboAokQYd64P-ppwl-lqvdirOr93XQISEank-EIOQi3P_b5gOcQcRCKfDGAX4JczTd2yUz16koopZZBmp3Tia892HQsaIQNvb_aZdBOl9RZA7xV8gWgNVBHV2kXWJnR962pnaSvI6jAJ1SAPwN7tmpNGWs7LM9bzrHxaY4VtP5b3H_o6e-U-N68Lv2ptN9ATTZHrtHgm98tbfbkfcyduDQsspbYPgr6Wtc8pbdlESKkgLFmajpxOSopZWHAllsaNt4W4mDVlblrUNr5XzIiUZPuj1Gkc4okpwPv8e14pAsfiuFTZ6iAgl-X7_ToM=w720-h435-no) {Heights} {Douglas} {38 Moons} {Male} {Kermode} Douglas is a ratter for a store in the Downtown District. He has been for as long as he can remember, or wants to remember. The shopkeeper called him Douglas so that's what he goes by. Sometimes the shopkeeper puts out some cream for him but he couldn't imagine letting the twoleg touch him. Douglas has white and gray fur but you normally wouldn't know that by looking at him. He's often covered in dust and cobwebs, his green eyes peering out from the dirty mess. He enjoys the life he has and does his best to stay out of trouble from other cats. He had to give up most of his catches to a gang when he was younger but now that he's bigger he's pretty good at defending himself. The handful of scars around his body can attribute to that. ![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3NKuJ1t6ymL3k8waD70in7hOvAG23So4FumMd30T-TVJhuIjHVXLnzt-9u7m3RfKaJZTn4uJSbhdzOD61t-BwdML2Scsp84TpPLF7rUmj4pe_uxzuOU_O5sjPPL3oQmnKEB-ZuipAUP9y5oLtfCGfkrVGOrE_iycsrZ7oYlyFCZc5D49dK3Jyu0o2l1wXayHD2NRgV9pkaHESJM9nls98peOj-NqfkiQm2oiPIuBCL0nM90oK_Ev8uImN3NEkd8X3SRQx8GFuaVUGC2rGV3IXwbkdEAG99xKy_hEFApKgfPFOe_W1TqDXNFA1otiLuOcnxFuYl_ZIA7EvDg58ctdeVRbOy_DSKWPxOJ47ZeVkgvpVRK5yVhWP5w_LHuWiDgUO4qM1N-Se7iBlfQWLNH7CaIqIAxmaNAgAzco5Lntk0Ta6gmhIkfrYCkeo4eQLPV09mE2m5WscK44oyo_in806Dgw0zHsk66DgtPYg2auaoilIPixPARXnD226KCjWQK5aIolwi5Nirc_WDOuyBvVMmvsxhhyY_cPVgCUuVxF47yf3lakyd1hrMxbbEAfAjJtXwYnshJBv0_pFZGTICZxzmNunR4_sMPWNfhgVX9B6lSI_Vd849XDgFMcpf9Azy32QkNn2_UEpV609-Im505qIWO5k81S-ZkzBvG4VzBtmaegD6-p3MG62w=w720-h531-no) {Downtown} ( I was wondering how you would feel about this but I had an idea for some mild drama. What if a twoleg threw a bag into the water near where some Waterside cats were hanging out and there was actually young cats inside ((kit/apprentice age)) and the Waterside cats worked together to get them out? Just an idea (: )
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Post by Novi on Sept 12, 2019 1:40:13 GMT -5
They both look good :3 cleo and marigold can be friends sure. I'll add when I get back on my computer
The plot sounds interesting. We'll see what others think as they come through
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Post by Degur on Sept 13, 2019 22:38:15 GMT -5
{Beau} {28 moons} {Male} {Degur} Beau’s very first memory is quite fuzzy, but still so prominent in his mind. He was a small kitten, his eyes yet to open, surrounded by plush fur and the faintest rattle sound that the tom has now inferred was from a collar. How he went from such a warm and comforting moment to growing up alone in Waterside is beyond him, nor does he try to think about it too much. Though he has one faint memory of his actual mother, he has several of the elder she-cat that raised him for his younger years, Ava. Ava raised Beau as if he was her own, although she made it clear that the topic of his real mother was always off limits. The she-cat died when Beau was 18 moons, but he will never forget, to him, his true mother. Despite his odd and puzzling early past, Beau is happy to call himself one of the locals of the district. The tom also happened to grow up into an overly friendly and caring cat with a fairly goofy side. His large size may intimidate some, but those who truly know Beau know that his big heart makes up for most of his size. He’s constantly looking on the bright and so much so, it’s rare to see the cat without some sort of smile on his face. Picture: ![](https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20190914/4ea5c831a808da890595bc7a8ee365b7.jpg) {Waterside} {Girasol} {16 moons} {Female} {Degur} With just one glance, one can tell Girasol isn’t from around here. In fact, the she-cat has just recently came from a place that was typically hot and sunny every day. She loved to bathe in the warm sun with her numerous friends, talking about the local gossip and news. Girasol had only lived with her twoleg for a short amount of time before a paler-than normal male twoleg would visit frequently. The newcomer and her owner would speak a different tongue than the she-cat was used to her owner speaking, but she picked up on a few of the words quickly. It didn’t take long before Girasol and her twoleg traveled on a moving beast over land and even water to reach a place that was, well, way different than what she was accustomed to. While she misses her friends from her old home, the young she-cat doesn’t mind this new adventure and excited to see what this new area is like. Girasol is normally pretty laid-back, but she also loves to be outside and socializing with others, even if her foreign accent can be hard to understand at times. She is also an extremely loyal cat, both to her twoleg and to her friends. And while she sticks to her overall chill demeanor, she is not afraid to stand up for those close to her. (Her collar) Picture: ![](https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20190914/3a6fd0fb7c117a47016bf1e7d992f49e.jpg) {Heights} (alrighty, these are my two cats so far, but I’m definitely happy to change anything if you don’t particularly like something or if anything seems a lil weird :’))
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Post by MadFaith on Sept 20, 2019 17:19:16 GMT -5
{Hibbard Greggory III} {34} {Tom} {MadFaith} Hibbard is an expensive cat with a palate for only the best, the epitome of a wealthy housecat. He is a purebred Persian tom, with the papers to match, thick black fur with a white mane, "mustache" and toes. He is a regal tomcat who sees his place above others, especially the street cats. He refuses to exit his house unless completely necessary, not wanting to leave its luxury and comfort, rather letting the other cats come to him. He has glowing amber eyes that seem to always be holding contempt for others. He sees himself as the leader of the cats of the "Heights," often holding "council" meetings from his window, or allowing the other cats to enter his house if they so choose. These councils often talk about the problems the street cats are creating and the drama of the town. He is a very snobby tom, who is not afraid to say what he thinks, regardless of who it hurts or offends. He is blunt are cares little of what others think of him, but on the off chance he receives a compliment he deems it as something he deserves, rather than something he has earned. ![](https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/b5/eb/48b5ebafb53163f21a022027f9761342.jpg) {"Heights"} {Charlemagne} {22} {Tom} {MadFaith} Charlemagne has quite the startling appearance and he has made quite a name for himself throughout the city. He has stunning blue eyes, the first thing most people notice followed with his odd colouration, the result of him being a mix of breeds and colour markings. He has some dark brown tabby markings on his face and ears, a mottled pelt of white, light brown and a cream, white chest, chin and legs. He is quite the dock cat, spending time with each ship that comes in, inspecting it from mast to hull, learning the ins and outs and hunting down rats, food isn't scarce, but ship rats are always the best fed. He has some scars scattered across his pelt from battles of the past, not that he is really one to get into too many fights, mostly from the rats. He always has a tall tale to tell, some true, but almost completely made up adventures to make him sound more worldly, most of them picked up from conversations of sailors as he is owned by the owner of one of the pubs in the area, which is the sailor's favorite resting area called The Cracked Mast. He earns his keep through ensuring the cellars are rodent free, leaving him with a warm place to sleep. He is quite the flirt by nature and loves talking to she-cats, but he is loyal to one at a time, not being one to have many on the go at once. ![](https://i.pinimg.com/236x/69/fd/b1/69fdb130a6a289dde99bc405f08d415f.jpg) {"Waterside"} {Juliette} {24} {She-cat} {MadFaith} Juliette was at one point a regal looking she-cat, but her beauty is only a shadow of its formal self, the wear of living in the worst part of town taking a hard toll on the small she-cat. She is quite a petite she-cat, covered in a once luxuriously thick white coat, the tips of her tail and paws a light orange hue. Her pelt is now ragged and filthy, her self-esteem now gone and taking with it her need to keep up her personal hygiene. She has dark green eyes, but they are hollow, broken and empty, and she can often be seen aimlessly wandering around the South Corner District. She grew up in the Heights, her humans raising her as a perfect breeding cat due to her desired small size, but every kitten from her two litters was stillborn so they kicked her to the street. With no hunting knowledge and no ability to defend herself, she very quickly found herself starving on the streets of the Corner. She is now terrified of her own shadow, only furthered by a run-in with an angry cat who left her with a shredded right ear, it is her only method of survival. Juliette blames herself for the death of her kits and is laden with guilt, very rarely speaking, most cats believing her to be mute; a ghost that wanders the streets. ![](https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/509477568358121476/513623605213397012/Feral-Cat-21-602x386.png?width=500&height=321) {"Corner"} {Ada} {27} {She-cat} {MadFaith} Ada is a smaller she-cat with a thin build. She has a deep brown pelt that darkens around her face and at the base of her tail. Her paws are white, the dividing line a bit farther up the for her hind legs, as well as her chest and chin. Her eyes are a pale green with some golden tints near the pupal, a stark contrast to her dark face. Ada has been a street cat for her entire life, born in an ally of the Corner with a drive to survive. She worked her way up the ranks, gaining the respect of others with her sharp mind and ability to out-think others. She is a quick thinker, being able to quickly think on her paws and react with a level mind, never really letting her emotions get the better, having hidden them beneath many barriers, shutting them away was her only way of survival, as she couldn't chance letting them muddle her thoughts. She is very calculating, which can often be misinterpreted as cold, but she doesn't mean it to, she just thinks her way through her problems. She is fiercely loyal to those she trust, which is a hard thing to gain after all on the streets, unwise trust can very quickly get a cat killed. ![](https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e7/a8/c1/e7a8c1bb62f326c1076e0535c484a5a2.jpg) {"Downtown"}
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Post by thorntail on Sept 20, 2019 17:46:54 GMT -5
{Buttercup} {24} {tom} {thorntail} Buttercup is an orange and white tabby, on the chunkier side but definitely not fat. Just... stocky. He has dark orange stripes all along his back and up his tail as well as a pure white belly and paws. His pale green eyes don't miss a thing. Buttercup used to be a kittypet but one day he escaped and never looked back. He is clever, able to play the humans perfectly so he can get something to eat when hunting results in close to nothing. He's relatively quiet with others, preferring to wait and see before he gets involved in anything. However, once he's befriended, he is one of the loyalest cats you could wish for. However, he is aloof and has trouble holding conversations, especially if he finds the other boring or doesn't like them much. Or if he's nervous. He's just really bad at that. He's a good tom to have around, especially when dealing with humans. That being said, he does still harbor some animosity towards humans but refuses to tell anyone why or how he escaped from his house. {Northern}
{Pebbles} {22} {she-cat} {thorntail} Pebbles is young but she is tough. She was raised in the corner but hated her life so she left. A small, tortoiseshell cat, she takes great pride in her appearance, grooming herself whenever she can. Her coat is as shiny as she can get it and her piercing yellow eyes only add to the overall effect. She can be rather possessive, especially when it comes to food but she has a softer side. If she sees kits left to fend for themselves she will secretly feed them and teach them how to make it on the streets, not wanting any other kit to suffer the years of hunger she did. She's scrappy and feisty but extremely loving and constatnly searching for more and more friends. The more the merrier. {Waterside}
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 20, 2019 20:07:59 GMT -5
{Pearl } {28 moons } {She-cat} {Hawkeyes2581} Pearl is a all white Turkish Angora. She has bright amber eyes and a white fluffy tail. Pearl usually can be seen wearing an expensive pink and gold collar. Pearl is a smart and elegant she-cat. She knows how to make herself appear nice and proper to certain cats and twolegs. Pearl is a bit spoiled, and is rather naive about what stray cats go through. Don't let her softness fool you. She can be fierce when she needs to be. Pearl knows how to take charge and get what she wants. She is a social butterfly and enjoys making new friends. Pearl is curious about the other districts and wonders if she will ever see it. She is a little picky when it comes to her food and bedding. Pearl was born to two purebred Turkish Angora. parents. She was taught how to be a lady and how to act around twolegs. Pearl followed her parents advice while making a few exceptions. She was adopted by a young couple and their daughter. Her twolegs want to breed her but are looking for a suitable match for her. Pearl longs to have her a family of her own. A part of her is scared that her twolegs will simply give her kittens away. ![](http://www.oocities.org/heartland/7231/Purrfectlove7mosfllsm.JPG) {Heights }
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Post by Novi on Sept 22, 2019 0:47:12 GMT -5
Sorry for the delay folks. Life has been tiring lately ^^" everyone looks good except, thorn, for buttercup's home 'northern' isn't one of the districts. Which one did you have in mind?
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Post by MadFaith on Sept 23, 2019 20:26:42 GMT -5
(No worries at all Novi, life happens to the best of us haha XD Are we good to rp/if we are is anyone interested in interacting with one of my kitties?)
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Post by Novi on Sept 25, 2019 0:21:25 GMT -5
we're good to go :3 front page has been updated (minus Buttercup). let me know if i missed anything. are we still having Rex and Charlemagne be friends Faith?)
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Post by Kermode on Sept 25, 2019 0:33:45 GMT -5
(Ooh, Hawkeyes258 can Pearl and Marigold be friends too? She'll also probably like Girasol when she gets to talk to her and already dislikes Hibbard. Douglas is more one to keep to himself. And if no one wants to do the sack of kittens idea right now I might just make one to follow Juliette around because she made me so sad lol)
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Post by Rio on Sept 25, 2019 8:20:52 GMT -5
{Eliza} {17 Moons} {she-cat} {Laputani} Eliza is a sleek grey she-cat with slender, sharp feature and medium length fur. She has pale green eyes, large triangular ears and a crooked tail. Eliza was born and raised in The Corner. She was the only kit to survive out of herself and her two siblings. Despite working tirelessly to provide food for her weakening littermates, they still ultimately succumbed to illness. Since then, she finds it difficult to build meaningful relationships with others as she doesn’t want to deal with the trauma of losing someone she cares about again. Eliza is constantly at war with her own emotions. She possesses both a callous and manipulative side as well as a genuinely caring, friendly side that simply craves company. ![](https://pictures-of-cats.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Oriental-Longhair.jpg) {Corner}
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Post by MadFaith on Sept 25, 2019 16:23:34 GMT -5
(I was hoping to have them still be friends ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif) And I'm glad Hibbord already has enemies XD)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2019 20:01:30 GMT -5
{Fiona} {20 Moons} {Female} {Anti Sanji} A white cat with very soft fur and light blue eyes. Her ears are gray including all four legs and most of her face is covered in gray. She wears a simple collar; a royal blue band with a heart shaped silver tag that shows her owners information in case she goes missing. Fiona hasn't always lived the life of luxury; she use to live in the run down areas where she couldn't find much to eat and danger could come out of any corner. Her parents were strays who fought for their next meal and couldn't fend for themselves. When they found out they were pregnant, they left their only daughter in a box and ran away so they didn't have to be burdened by a kitten. A young couple had visited downtown and noticed a small kitten trying to lick food from an old can. They decided to take her in and ever since she had been healthy with them. Fiona doesn't tell anyone her origin, afraid cats would shun her for not being purely from rich twolegs and wants to fit in. She's very timid when it comes with new comers and opens up fairly well after spending time with anyone. Fiona is very friendly when she warms up to cats and enjoys playing with leafs or toys. It's almost impossible for her to leave the safety of her fenced garden since she doesn't remember how bad downtown can be and is scared of getting harmed.
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{The Heights}
{Francais} {30 Moons} {Male} {Anti Sanji} A dark gray cat with intense yellow eyes and short fur that's been infested with fleas many times. There is white around his neck that goes down in a V shape to the middle of his chest and his paws are white. Most the time his legs are matted with mud from walking in dirty water and muddy grounds when traveling around. Some spots on his body has blood dried up from fights and scars he earned from fighting for food. As a kit, he's always been hunting for his own food and shelter ever since his mother died from starvation after his birth and his father abandon him to join a gang in the city. Francias as been a loner for quite some time; moving all around without really staying in one place, making friends or enemies along the way, and causing trouble for twolegs. He enjoys messing with them by running under their legs or hiss when they're not paying attention to scare them. This tom is laid back and doesn't seem to care about anyone else. No one has showed him compassion and believes he doesn't have to either. He is a smooth talker to she-cats and likes to pick fights on other toms. ![](https://i.imgur.com/oH1bRRQ.jpg)
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Sept 25, 2019 21:28:41 GMT -5
(Hello. Glad to see some old faces.) {Tuna} {30 moons} {female} Tuna is a beautiful Light brown to tan coloured She cat with longer and blackish bits of fur along her back and a black tail tip. She has a light pink nose and a white chest and under belly. With enchanting blue green eyes and more of a petite size, this cat is fierce. She is the kind of cat that you’d meet sneaking off to explore as she is very curious and brave. Tuna is a very smart and sly cat that knows how to get out of anything, and her house folk let her out whenever she pleases. She is easy to impress, but is hard to gain full trust from as she’s learned to grow wary of strangers. She was bought from a breeder but her housefolk have no intention of breeding her, yet every time the appointment comes to spay her, she leaves, somehow having a sense of what’s going to happen. {the heights.} ![](https://static.boredpanda.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/worlds-most-beautiful-cats-31-57fb9b12e526b__700.jpg) {Frost} {30 moons} {Female} Frost is a small and lithe white She cat with black stripes. She has luscious soft fur and beautiful amber eyes. She has a very, very light pink, or brown tint to her fur. Frost is a very fierce and protective fights, she is honestly more fierce than her brother and usually ends up winning the fights. Her fur hides all her scars from previous fights. She is known for her ferocity as well as her protectiveness, but if you get to know her she’ll show you how compassionate and caring she could be, though it’s hard to earn her trust, once you do, don’t break it. She is very loyal and believe’s that doing the right thing is what should always be done, no matter how much you want to swat that sassy cat in the face. She has a very strong bond with her brother Ice. {Downtown} ![](http://images4.fanpop.com/image/forum/90000/90530_1303513335589_full.jpg) {Ice} {30 moons } {Male} Ice is a very large and handsome white cat with black stripes and amber eyes. He has a very light blue-ish gray tint to his fur as well as a nick in his left ear from his sister. He is a very kind and gentle hearted Tom with the wish for peace. Unlike his sister he hates the fighting and only every does fight if absolutely necessary. He is a very kind hearted soul who only wishes that life could get easier for cats like him, too soft to be living in their environment, yet not soft enough to live anywhere else. He will avoid any kind of arguments and disputes and appreciates the nice calm chat. {Down town } ![](https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1a/a1/7d/1aa17d70a494001c4b784a4fe13a9deb--galaxy-note--black-and-white.jpg)
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Post by MadFaith on Sept 27, 2019 15:41:34 GMT -5
(I hope it's ok if I just post a starter ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/Zk1a5XUEHw6Q8FG1L5Qy.gif) ) Hibbard Gregory III | Heights The large tomcat jumped up onto the luxuriously cushioned windowsill and surveyed the streets with a snobbish air. His eyes narrowed as he watched the street cats that slunk through the streets, 'Peasents.' Hibbard sighed deeply, beginning to groom his thick coat with long, practiced strokes. Yawning deeply, the regal tom stretched his paws out in front of him and shook out his pelt. Charlemagne | Waterside Charlemagne hummed a sea shanty happily as he skipped along the rigging of one of the newly docked ships, the wind ruffling his fur, bring with it the strong scent of salt and fish. Running along the beam that held up the sails, the striped tomcat paused for a moment, breathing deeply as he watched the waves crash along the shore and the sailors scuttling around on the docks and the deck. Ada | Downtown Dropping into a low crouch, Ada narrowed her eyes, slowly stalking forward. Launching herself forwards, Ada sunk her claws into the rat's flesh holding it in place and quickly trying to dispatch it with a clean nip to the neck. Clamping down, she felt the rather large animal struggling under her grasp, and it managed to tear through her leg, warm blood beginning to seep onto her fur from the wound. The creature finally became still and Ada sighed deeply, beginning to clean her injury, the metallic taste causing her nose to scrunch up slightly. Juliette | Corner The white furred she-cat watched with wide eyes from the cover of a rotting crate. Her small frame shook with terror as she scented other cats near her. Pressing further into the corner of her hiding spot. She had been in the corner for many moons, but everything was still terrifying for the ex-pampered she-cat. Food was no longer served in clean silver bowls, now she scavenged what she could eating what she could from the kills of others.
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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 27, 2019 16:12:44 GMT -5
{Willy} {10 moons} {Tom} {Weaseltail} Willy is a gray Korat which is one of the rare Thai breeds.Little is known about Willy’s backstory.He was born to a black Korat named Lucie and was left alone because he was sick.A human named George found him and took him in.Willy was fed and groomed everyday until now.Willy is kind but has a short temper.He is also caring and sweet.He is puny and has long claws.Willy has white spots on his paws and flanks.He is quick for a cat and is extremely agile.
{Heights}
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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 27, 2019 16:20:30 GMT -5
Willy woke from his dream and looked around the room.The velvet couches were sitting there doing nothing,as usual.Willy rose up,stretched,and padded towards his food bowl.He climbed ontop of a chair and looked out a window.He could see cars racing by and a carriage being pulled by gigantic animals.George calls them horses but they look more like monsters.Willy looked around and eventually settled his gaze on his collar.’I wish I didn’t have this thing.I would be perfectly fine without it.’he thought.Willy padded towards the stairs and gradually started to climb each step.He looked up and saw a large row of green stairs looming above him.”Ugh.”he muttered.Willy reached and gave a sigh.He stalked towards the brown door that connects George’s room to the hallway.He carefully looked inside and saw George sitting up reading a book.Willy jumped ontop of the bed and sat on George’s lap.”Hello Willy.”He said happily.George started to brush his furless paw against his back and Willy purred.Satisfied Willy jumped down and padded back down the stairs.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 27, 2019 20:12:24 GMT -5
(Sure Pearl and Marigold can be friends!)
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Post by Novi on Sept 28, 2019 22:47:37 GMT -5
space: you're missing part of the bio weasel: just so you know, a 3 month old kitten isn't going to be able to do a whole lot and i'm not entirely sure what sort of interactions you would get. if you still want to keep willy as is, tho, that's okay everyone else has been accepted and added to the allegiances)
Rexamon stretched out in the sun on the deck. He could smell home. Of course, a non sailor would say that the ocean smelled the same no matter where you went, but that simply wasn't the case. Although Rex had many dens all over, the one they were coming to in particular was 'home'. It was where Jack left his mate and kits, after all. Speaking of, Rex scampered over to the captain as he emerged from below and rubbed against his leg, purring softly. Jack scooped up the cat and placed him on his shoulders.
Sliding into the dock, Rex's eyes swept the familiar area in search of a friendly face. Aha! He spotted one he knew very well and hurried over. Jack called something out about being back on time and Rex waved his tail to indicate the order was well received. Climbing on board the neighboring ship, Rex padded towards the tall mast. Taking a deep breath, he hollered out. "OI! CHARLEMAGNE!."
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Post by Rio on Sept 29, 2019 5:13:15 GMT -5
Eliza groggily blinked open her eyes. Her fur felt slightly damp due to the leaf-fall weather and it cause a shiver to run down her spine. The grey she-cat slowly rose to her paws and sniffed. “Good morning” she meowed to herself as her gaze rested on the empty nests of her deceased littermates. She had lost them to illness many moons ago and yet she still couldn’t bring herself to get rid of their old nests. She slowly padded over to the two nests and hunched over them. The nests were starting to smell quite bad. After all, they were mostly made from twoleg rubbish and pigeon feathers due to the lack of soft moss and bracken within the city. She sighed. Reluctantly, she began to claw the nests up into a tight ball and started to nose it out from behind the dumpster which she called home. It was time to move on.
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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 29, 2019 10:23:47 GMT -5
space: you're missing part of the bio weasel: just so you know, a 3 month old kitten isn't going to be able to do a whole lot and i'm not entirely sure what sort of interactions you would get. if you still want to keep willy as is, tho, that's okay everyone else has been accepted and added to the allegiances) Rexamon stretched out in the sun on the deck. He could smell home. Of course, a non sailor would say that the ocean smelled the same no matter where you went, but that simply wasn't the case. Although Rex had many dens all over, the one they were coming to in particular was 'home'. It was where Jack left his mate and kits, after all. Speaking of, Rex scampered over to the captain as he emerged from below and rubbed against his leg, purring softly. Jack scooped up the cat and placed him on his shoulders. Sliding into the dock, Rex's eyes swept the familiar area in search of a friendly face. Aha! He spotted one he knew very well and hurried over. Jack called something out about being back on time and Rex waved his tail to indicate the order was well received. Climbing on board the neighboring ship, Rex padded towards the tall mast. Taking a deep breath, he hollered out. "OI! CHARLEMAGNE!." [ Fixed it.XD
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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 29, 2019 16:48:59 GMT -5
Willy jumped up on the windowsill and looked out into the streets.He saw cats catching rats and running around happily.Willy looked around and settled on a small open space near the door.Willy padded over to it and sat near the exit.He walked through the hole and walked down,cold dark steps into the street.Wily looked around the street and saw people walking around with leather bags hanging from their shoulders.He padded towards one person and stared at it.’They look so weird.’he thought to himself.”Scat!!”The person said kicking its back paw out at Willy.Shocked,Willy jumped away and started to run as fast as he could.Willy turned around to see a ginormous dog trying to get him,but it was held back by a person.Willy ran along the edge of the sidewalk and kept running until he found no people near him.Willy started to relax and started walking along.
After a while of walking,Willy came across a dark she-cat that was sinking her teeth into a rat.She cleaned her wound and went back too looking at the animal.”Hello.”Willy said.
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Sept 29, 2019 19:25:15 GMT -5
Tuna | Heights Tuna rolled around on the soft carpet floor, outstretching her paws and yawning. She blinked a couple of times, her blue eyes vivid and round. She stood up, she had just finished napping on her designer bed. Her House-folk would do almost anything for her and she thanked them for their service. She sighed and padded towards her food bowl. As she looked down at the small food pebbles she shook her head and padded towards the door. She sat down and blinked up as a two-leg walked by. Letting out a loud Meowwwwwww to signify she wanted to go out and pad around the secret paths that kept her from actually touching the filthy ground filled with specks of dirt. Tuna purred and held her tail high as her two-leg let her out. She walked around and soon made her way near the outside door. She glanced around and padded through a small tunnel, soon appearing on the side of the large building. She was standing on one of the thick ledges, looking down.
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