[Queen Hydra]

Name: Scrit
Gender: Female
Species: Some kind of cat.
Likes: Trash, allies, and living on the street. Her friends, to!
Dislikes: Rats, moths, plastic, bears, dogs.
Personality: Scrit is a mischievous little thing, and lives happily on the streets. She's a master at stealing, but prefers trash can meals to fresh things. When she gets in the mood, she always manages to find a way into a store or shop and steal some food. Sometimes by looking cute, though that's not usually her tactic. She typically just hides, sneaks, and climbs her way to an easy, fun meal.
History: Scrit was a born and raised street-cat(ish?) girl and loves it. She's always been on the streets, and no one has tried to take her away. She honestly doesn't have much in her history besides living on the streets of Jacksonville, Florida.

Favorites;
Food: Pancakes. From the trash, of course. But the spaghetti from the restaurant down the street...Mmm! That's some good stuff.
Color: A dark green-gray, or dark purpleyish.
Song: Anything. She loves songs. As long as they don't cuss or talk about dogs. Also, she doesn't really like sad songs- they depress her. Ones with a good beat are always best, for Scrit. She loves to walk down the allies and sing or hum. She has a great voice, though she's usually quiet. Singing is one of the few things she is self-conscious about.
Season: She really likes winter because of the snow, but she doesn't like the cold. She also doesn't like it when it's hot, so she'd say her favorite season is fall.

Friends;
Zonbi and Feather are probably Scrit's best friends. Feather is a little strange and moody, but they both are fun and Zonbi is always coming up with new games or sports. He looked a little scary at first to Scrit, but she warmed up quickly. Despite that they are dogs. She doesn't like dogs, but these two are an exception.
There's also this silvery cat named Silver Fire. She is literally metallic. It's so weird, but Scrit thinks it's awesome and spends what time she isn't playing with Zonbi and Feather, finding food, or thieving with Silver Fire.

Hopes & Dreams;
Scrit doesn't really have any big hopes or dreams. A normal street-critter might have a dream about getting a good home and off the streets, but considering Scrit loves it here, she has no will to leave and never intends to. She does dream of being the fastest cat in the city, though, and finding a musical trashcan full of spaghetti and meatballs.

Fears;
Scrit has more fears than you'd probably think. She isn't scared of anything unless she has a good reason, because she doesn't like being scared. But she has reasons.
Large rats: When she was smaller, a huge rat attacked her. Or at least she thought it did. Really it was only leaping at the large hunk of cheese behind her, but it had scared her a lot and she doesn't think it's funny, despite how much Feather laughs.
Moths: You ask her why she's scared of moths, and this will be her reply. "Have you ever seen those hideous things up close? Their eyes? Their mouth? It's terrifying!"
Plastic Bottles: They scare her because when a human steps on them, they make a loud noise. Once she was with Silver Fire and heard the noise. She had darted out of her hiding place during hide-and-seek because she thought Silver Fire had gotten hurt. It only ended in her loosing and her friend trying to get all of the bottles out of the alley.

That's all. Hope you enjoy, and I hope I get Scrit

[iPawki]

Name:
Fantome
Gender:
Male
Species:
He's a cat, I guess, but what he really is is a reflection of a child's past. I'll add a description underneath.
Likes:
He isn't a person, so he doesn't exactly like anything. He was created when his owner threw away her own heart, and so, he is the regret and the love and the hatred that she once held in her soul. He represents the undead- he is the survivor, the savior. He enjoys his own solitude, spending his days dwelling deep in his own mind. He loves mathematics, and it's simplicity, and how it almost never changes, and how numbers always stay the same.
Dislikes:
His reflection, and changes.
Personality:
Fantome is neither misunderstood, nor understood. He feeds upon regret and insatiable emotions, unable to survive if his master is ever to die. When most people see him, they would think, What a poor little plushie to have been abandoned. But that would not be the case. Fantome is a gentle, and caring creature. He has not seen his master for years now, and such betrayal can never be fixed in the heart of Famtome's species.
In conclusions, Fantome often acts rashly and will, occasionally, break a child's heart, only to to avenge himself for what has happened to the young ghostly, undead, soul. However, even though not many people have got to known him, he is still wise and intelligent, and will, very often, help you with a mathematical problem if needed.

Extra Story:
Fantome is a reflection of another soul. His kind cannot exist without having been created. When a child starts realizing that their live is not a dream, and when they start to grow up, certain bitter emotions will take over. Depression, anger, irritation. They will through away many parts of themselves, and this mixes of good and bad will become one of Fantome's kind- people today call them ghosts. Basically, as a child grows up, they will throw away their past, and their toys, and their recollections of childhood and happiness, will become a ghost.

When his little girl- she had those same intense purple eyes as him- moved away, to New York, she left him on the abandoned sidewalks of Oregon. For days he simply gazed at his broken reflection in a puddle of his crystal tears. His master's parents had recently been divorced, and that had been one of the reasons she had turned bitter. She had only been 9 years old, still young, and not haven gone through the realities of life yet. And so he pondered, endlessly, and wondered, endlessly. But no answer came to mind. Only questions. Only dark thoughts.

["Donnez moi un point d'appui et je soulèverai le monde." - Archimede.
(Translation: Give me a point of pressure and I shall lift the world.)]

It was Chrome who came to his rescue. Always the hero, there was always a hero.
Chrome was a firefly. And he was not the only one.
There was a whole herd of them. It was almost like counting sheep. Still laying on his side, Chrome had lifted him up. Almost.

It was complicated. The fireflies light was enough to give him the hope. And then, it was almost magical, Fantome would roam the streets like an alley cat, get into fights like an alley cat, and it was as though his life had been reversed.

[gemini_girl]

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[iPawki]

Finished mine. ;D

[Imp-y]

This critter has an owner now.