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Post by Salted Squid on Sept 21, 2017 21:32:46 GMT -5
Hello! Would you happen to have any open characters?))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2017 21:53:20 GMT -5
OOC
Me? Yeah, I have both Leader and Follower open.
IC
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 21:54:38 GMT -5
( I have 2 cats open but I'm waiting on Kismet to reply to one. c: )
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Post by Winona on Sept 21, 2017 22:19:46 GMT -5
((Ok. I can now deal with the mess that is this roleplay and reply and get forms added. XD I'm glad this going so swimmingly, though.))
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Post by Winona on Sept 21, 2017 22:27:31 GMT -5
((I'm sorry if I missed replying to someone's character. ;-; There's a lot.))
Rose wasn't about to fight to keep the little cat in her mouth, so she dropped her and backed up, watching her from a safe distance. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice hinting somewhat at her annoyance. And yet again, she remembered her great dislike for anything that wasn't considered an adult. "Do you want me to leave you be, or are you willing to let me help you now?" She had a plan to take this cat to someone that she knew dealt with injuries like this.
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"Well seeing as how I cannot fight, I don't think that's going to be a problem." Snow replied with a little flick of her tail. "Alright, let's go do this." She said and started towards the woods, hesitating to wait for him to lead the way. Her heart was pounding a million miles a minute in her chest. She was finally going to get to go out into the woods, a place that she had dreamed of exploring ever since she could remember.
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Diamond shook her head. "No, I never learned how." Her father had run another gang of cats in a different part of the city. She had been considered royalty, of sorts, in that gang and had never learned how to hunt, or even how to search for her own food. When the gang had been overturned, Diamond had found herself at a loss with her parents now dead. "W-Why? Do you know how?" She asked, hoping that it didn't come across as rude and for a moment, she sunk backwards before she realized that it wouldn't matter and she straightened up, trying to look at least somewhat confident. If these two hadn't killed her yet, perhaps they never would.
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 21, 2017 22:52:26 GMT -5
"Yes, someone is my gang taught me the basics. We're just out to get food for their kits actually."
Missy paused, "I asked you to come with me because you seem like a decent cat, or at least a cat I can shape to be what I want. There are far too few of those. I saved this loser anyway, and know he's the most loyal cat I know." Missy flicked her tail at Dusty, who let out a playful yowl and knocked her over. The two cats restled for a moment, before picking themselves up, laughing and talking together.
"Plus, teaching you to hunt will be no problem for me. We don't usually have to hunt in the woods with all the trashbins we control. You can steal some food from a stupid forest cat, why would we care."
The two cats walked off, not looking to see if Diamond was following them.
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Post by Winona on Sept 21, 2017 23:15:47 GMT -5
Diamond was hesitant to follow, but the growling in her stomach was all that she needed to run after the older cats. "Umm... so what are your names?" If she was going to be learning from these two, she might as well know who was teaching her. The thought of fresh prey made her stomach growl. Maybe she would stay out in the forest and never come back. It seemed better out there, like some kind of safe haven.
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 21, 2017 23:24:06 GMT -5
"I'm Missy" the grey tabby with the white underfur said, and then pointed to the grey Devon rex cross beside her. "Thats Dusty"
Dusty looked back at Diamond and smiled. Despite Missy's kind words, he looked a lot nicer than her. "I've actually never hunted in the forest either" He admited. "Poppy took Missy out once, so I think she knows what she's doing."
"I obviously know what I'm doing" Missy mewed, smiling softly at the two of them. When she smiled, she looked a lot younger than she usually did.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Sept 22, 2017 0:55:52 GMT -5
Hoot --> Talon (Alleyway) { Winona }Hoot narrowed her pale blue eyes thoughtfully, the offer clearly being considered. The she-cat refused to be on the rough side of the deal if she could avoid it, and distracting a giant rat while this Talon fellow 'came in from behind' sounded like a pretty rough deal. Her gaze left the tom, and instead wandered the alley, silent. "How about we knock the bin over with something larger?" She suggested as she searched for the object in question. "That way we're both behind the rat when it tumbles out, and we can get the jump on it while it's looking the other way and still a little dazed from being knocked over?"
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Asexual
Raging Storm
ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ
this rock IS my fist
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ on Sept 22, 2017 8:41:29 GMT -5
(Does anybody want to RP?) I could [possibly] ) |
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 22, 2017 20:50:26 GMT -5
(Anyone up to roleplay?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 20:59:07 GMT -5
( Sure! c: Same cats open as yesterday. cx )
Fanny was relieved to see it was just the cat, but shrunk back anyways, still a bit afraid of her and shaking like a leaf slightly still. "Uh." She muttered, her eyes darting around, before focusing on the she-cat. "... Your... your not... an en... enemy?"
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Johannes grinned back before darting forwards, his pace quick, not not quite a run, and he seemed even happier when they reached the taller grass. He looked back to be sure Snow was keeping up, before jumping on top of his favored place on the boulder, looking into the forest. "This is my favorite place to sit of an evening!" He chirped merrily, before leaping back down and smiling at her. "But there's an even better perch deeper in the woods. It's a bit of a walk, but it's worth it if you wish to have a decent view of the forest! I can take you there, if you like."
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 22, 2017 21:16:18 GMT -5
Timber had taken a long rest after catching the crow, curling up in her den underneath the huge tree she called her home. She hadn’t woken up very hungry, but energetic and ready to hunt. She could catch something now, eat later. Other cats might be bored by Timber’s hunt, eat, sleep, be alone, lifestyle, but it was the only one Timber had ever known, and she liked it well enough. She stretched out, her brown and black tortie pelt looking like the fallen leaves on the ground. The leaves rustled under her feet as she stepped out of her den, onto the green grass outside.
She purred sending the air. It was a beautiful day. Timber quickly climbed up a tree. She would like to stay up there forever, legs hanging off the branches with a bird in her mouth, but she had to catch something first. She slunk from tree to tree, strong legs propelling her through the gaps between them. Timber was a strongly built cat, and the higher, closer branches would not support her weight.
Timber went outside her territory in the forest. Not many cats looked up, and if they did she was confident she could drop down on them and chase them off. When the trees became thin and far between, she dropped down to the ground, walking purposefully forward. She came to a two-leg house, and lept up to the windowsill, looking into the house through the broken window. It a huge house, but she noticed a Tom at the end of it, scaring away pigeons like a kit. Timber snorted, before coming into the house, dropping into a hunters crouch as she eyed the pigeons hungrily. She was sure the Tom wouldn’t bother her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 21:30:07 GMT -5
Catching the eye of a rather rebellious rat, who was scrambling around behind him, shuffling and rummaging through a pile of dead leaves, Maurice frowned, his brows furrowing as he focused on it. Not hungry, and disliking rat even when he was, but not taking this bold action with any delight, he let out a growl, leaping from his perch and stalking towards the rat. The creature, unnerved by the rather dangerous looking feline scampered off into the shadows. This pleased the fluffy tom, and he let out a short, fitful laugh, before his ears catching a sound and turned, his eyes narrowing as he caught the form of a feline in the distance. With a huff and an "Eh?", he stalked slowly forwards, not in a way to surprise the stranger, but in one that still challenged and asserted his authority. "Who goes there?" He questioned gruffly, not caring if he frightened the birds she was trying to catch.
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 22, 2017 21:35:16 GMT -5
"Me" The cat said, simply. The pigeons took flight into the air at the fluffy Toms voice, and Timber leaped up into the air after them, her claws nearly grabbed a hold of a particularly fat and slow pigeon, but she just missed it, and came back to the ground with a growl. "Is this your place?" Timber questions, staring at the Tom with impassive eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 21:54:25 GMT -5
Maurice looked indignant at her rather short reply, and moved a bit closer, prepare to defend his castle if necessary. "Me? Is your name, 'Me'? You are surely not just me- I am me, you are you."
Shaking his head afterwards disapprovingly, he added. "Yes. This place is mine. I didn't invite you, either."
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 22, 2017 22:03:08 GMT -5
Timber sighed "My name is Timber" She said slowly. "Can I come into your territory?" Timber asked the question, but was already looking around like she owned the place, her green eyes taking in the mansion. "Your twoleg really don't take care of this place. Do they?" Timber asked, a bit of humour entering her stiff composure.
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 22, 2017 22:07:18 GMT -5
(@raincloud33, I just found your DA account and your art is so lovely!)
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Pansexual
Sparkly
Unofficial Forum President, and the unofficial patrol saint of black cats with blue eyes.
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Post by Sparkly on Sept 23, 2017 3:52:04 GMT -5
(Does anybody want to RP?) I could [possibly] ) (Okay.) |
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Post by kismet on Sept 23, 2017 9:23:20 GMT -5
// hey, sorry!! I have no preference as to which character you use tbh so its up to you
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Asexual
Raging Storm
ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ
this rock IS my fist
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ on Sept 23, 2017 15:10:13 GMT -5
Fallen sulked in the shadows of the city. The skyscrapers towered in the distance and cars sped by. The gray, cloudy sky looked down at the cat. Fallen hissed as she stepped into a pool of murky black water. No words could describe how much she loathed the city. The noise, the smell, and most of all - the cats. City dwelling cats were typically the most condescending bunch there were. Always acting like they owned the entire place. Fallen wouldn't dream of living in such a bleak place, but when it came to passing through city cat turf everyone apparently they thought the alleyways were full of mice and moonlight. Fallen sighed as she recalled how annoying it was to just pass through these places. I hope there's a forest soon. I hate eating rats.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2017 20:33:06 GMT -5
( Ah thank you so much! ;w; Glad you like it! )
"Eh? Your already on it, and without asking." Maurice pointed out, rolling his eyes. He began to pad out into the courtyard, leaves swishing as his tail flicked over them, as did his paws. "And this den's abandoned, I have no housefolk." He added bitterly, and with a slight flash to his eyes of some old anger at his original owners, who abandoned him.
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 24, 2017 0:05:17 GMT -5
"That's good, having some two-leg own you is the stupidest thing a cat can do" Timber growled. "Twolegs are stupid and slow, the same could be said about kittypets." Timber noticed the plump pigeon perched on the stair railing, and stalked towards it, leaping at it and caching in between her jaws. Its life ended in a fury of feathers and wings as she crushed its throat in her jaws.
"I'm sorry for entering your territory. I thought you were some kittypet with nothing to call their own. Do you want some of this pigeon?"
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Post by Winona on Sept 24, 2017 6:54:36 GMT -5
"So you have to learn how to hunt, too?" Diamond asked. That made her feel at least a little bit better. And at least a little competitive. She wanted to better than this other cat when they got out there. "I'm Diamond."
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"That could also work." Talon replied to Hoot. He looked around for something that they might be able to use, but he was having trouble finding anything that would be big enough. "I don't suppose you have some bright idea?"
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Rose rolled her eyes and bit her tongue. It had taken this cat that long to realize? "If I was an enemy, I would have slit your throat while you slept." She replied with a deadpan tone of voice.
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Snow was able to keep up, although part of her wanted to retreat. At the rock, she looked up at him. "I would to see a perfect view of the forest." She replied when he hopped back down. How could anyone find their way in those woods? It all looked the same to her.
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 24, 2017 13:20:33 GMT -5
"So you have to learn how to hunt, too?" Diamond asked. That made her feel at least a little bit better. And at least a little competitive. She wanted to better than this other cat when they got out there. "I'm Diamond." -- "That could also work." Talon replied to Hoot. He looked around for something that they might be able to use, but he was having trouble finding anything that would be big enough. "I don't suppose you have some bright idea?" -- Rose rolled her eyes and bit her tongue. It had taken this cat that long to realize? "If I was an enemy, I would have slit your throat while you slept." She replied with a deadpan tone of voice. -- Snow was able to keep up, although part of her wanted to retreat. At the rock, she looked up at him. "I would to see a perfect view of the forest." She replied when he hopped back down. How could anyone find their way in those woods? It all looked the same to her. "Hi Diamond." Dusty mewed amiably. "What brought you to live out here as a rogue" Missy flicked her ear back at the chatter, like she was rethinking her decision to bring Diamond, but she didn't say anything rude. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 13:46:57 GMT -5
Not really hungry, but considering the pigeon his as it was caught on his land, he nodded begrudgingly. "Yeah, sure. Though ask next time. I am not a kittypet and this entire building is mine, so are the prey living on it, understand?" The sour tom-cat tried to sound forceful, but he sounded just a mix of casual and bitter, as he sat down to eat his share.
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"I... I guess your right..." Fanny said nervously, looking at her paws. Her voice was practically a whisper as she added. "I'm sorry... I'm not good at anything, you should leave me to die, I don't... I don't belong here, I'm only trouble to you and others who try to help..."
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"Righto!" Johannes remarked, and bounded forward, the tall grass giving way to smaller clumps, bushes and mossy patches as they entered the denser part of the woods. "Let's go then, be careful not to trip on some of the roots, a few of these old oaks have quite an assortment of them!" He almost tripped over one as he said this, but managed to slow down and clamber over it before it came to that. "Guess I should stop running, eh, and take my own advice?" He added with a rumbling purr and a laugh.
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 24, 2017 14:01:19 GMT -5
"No I understand. If some cat came on my territory I would have ripped their fur off." Timber took a small bite of the pigeon. "How did you come to the forest, were you born here?" The sad tom intrigued her, and she wanted to know where he was from.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 17:34:10 GMT -5
Maurice shook his head, chewing on the pigeon and sneezing as feather tickled his nose. "Was born among a litter of five, a place with a lot of cats. Twolegs cared for us then, they were very nice, but it was the custom to send kittens away when of age with different twolegs. Got accepted by a twoleg couple, but they were older ones... they had a family that took me when they passed, about a year hence. Now they... were not nice, they were careless creatures." As he said this he stopped, not wanting to go over how the younger twolegs dumped him when they couldn't afford to keep him, his tail twitching with frustration. "Besides the old twolegs I have never met a good once since, so now I live here, alone. I like this live better."
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 24, 2017 19:02:38 GMT -5
"Here, here" Timber mewed. "I was never a kittpet, but twolegs killed my family. Most of them anyway. My sister joined them for some reason." Timber sighed, suddenly tired. She was so full of energy this morning. Truth was, her life was getting very boring. It had been fun talking to Maurice though. A bit of a change of pace. She decided she like the tom, he had been very kind letting her barge in like this.
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