[gremlin]

This is the first Feral Cat of the event,this will be a round game, not an imediate form game, up to 6 rounds will be used before anyone can win her She is covered in mud and scratches and needs a bath after she goes with you, for the first round, tell me how you get her to go with you. Make your own story (no nameing yet) after five people post how they got her to go with them, I will have the next round start


ROund two

Takeing her to the vet

[gremlin]

ROUNDS
Here I will post the people who have passed each round

Round one

Everyone
Round two

Round three

Round four

Round five

Round six

WINNER!!!

[*~Pantherleaf~*]

I kneel down infront of the poor battered she-cat. I hold out my hand to let her sniff it, but she shys away. Drawing my hand back, I get the cat treats, that I had just bought, out of my bag, careful to make my movements slow and steady. I open the bag and hold a piece out to her. Her nose starts working, but she does not make a move to come closer, so I toss the piece closer to her. She darts foreword to gobble it up. When she looks up at me, there isn't quite so much fear in her eyes. I toss another treat, a little closer to me. She slowly steps foreword to take the treat, her eyes never leaving me. I did this several more times. Eventually, she came close enough that I could touch her, but I held back. Instead, I held out my hand with another treat and waited. After what seemed like forever, she stepped foreword and took the treat. I did this a few more times until there was no hesitation. This time when she took the treat, I slowly lowered my other hand onto her back. She didn't pull away.

[Nightstormy]

I walk around the streets to come across a molly cat. She was muddy, scared, and appeared to be wounded. I wanted to give her a good pat, perhaps even try to clean her up, though since she was completely feral, doing so would be a bad choice. The cat was completely fluffed out, and it was obvious her tail was a lot bigger than it normally is. After a couple of days with just simply putting food out for her, I decided to get a little closer with her. The cat wanted to be hidden and away from me, I could tell. But I carefully lowered myself to the ground, staying a safe distance away (just barely out of scratching range). I slowly blink my eyes, attempting to show I wasn't any harm. I moved around slowly, so I wouldn't scare her. Her eyes were dilated, so I slowly pushed over something that was mine. It would have my 'scent' on it, after all. The feral cat slowly cranes her neck towards the object once I step back, sniffing at it. I couldn't tell if she was at all calmer. A couple of minutes later, I blink my eyes slowly again, and reach out my hand. I keep it relaxed and slow, but once my hand got closer to them, they hissed. They weren't ready to trust me. I nod and walk away for the day, coming back the next. I repeat the same thing I did the day before, by feeding them, blinking slowly, offering something that was mine to them, and finally reaching my hand out. Still no sign of trust. I'll come back tomorrow. I keep this process on for a whole month, and by early June, I repeat my process once more. This time, instead of lashing out at my hand, or hissing out of fear or aggression, this feral cat comes up and rubs their head against my hand. She purred for only a couple of seconds, tail held high and not as fluffed out as before. I wanted to pet her some more, but she only allowed me to pet her a couple of times before crawling back to her hiding spot. Her eyes weren't as dilated, and she didn't seem near as frightened or aggressive as before. I wait for about an hour, making sure not to stare at her a whole lot. When I decide to leave, she follows after me in a slow, yet friendly way.

[gremlin]

bump

[raindrop,]

I first saw the molly hissing at a dog. The dog, a mastiff, jumped at her. I wanted to stop him, but knew better than to jump in the middle of the fight. The molly lay limp, and the mastiff, satisfied, left. I slowly approached the cat, but kept my distance, knowing how sensitive stray cats are. I reached out, and the cat didn't react. She was injured, but still alive. I set down a cat treat I had in my pocket, and left. I came back the next day, and the treat was gone. I set down a treat I had brought with me, and left. This went on for a while, with me sometimes holding out a treat in my hand. And the molly always refused. Then eventually, the molly cat started waiting for me to come. Each day she appeared, I would slowly approach her, and let her come as close as she like. One day, just like any other day, I put down a treat. The molly slowly walked up to the treat, wichj was close to me than normal. She took the treat, and looked gratefully into my eyes. I smiled, and much to my surprise, the cat purred. I held out another treat, but this time, I didn't set it down. I just held it out to see if the molly would accept it. To my surprise, she does. And not only does she take the treat out of my hand, but she rubs up against me, purring. I laugh, and stand up. The molly looks up at me, and follows me.
The cat has been with me ever since.

[gremlin]

Real quick here, for my adopts I call the females mollys as that is the correct term, a she-cat is more slangish to me, so for the next round please say molly. Another thing I would like to bring to your attention is that a feral cat will not trust humans until a few weeks in, thy are probably going to attack you so keep that in mind when Making these forms
Thanks

-luci

[Sharp Glimpse]

Real quick here, for my adopts I call the females mollys as that is the correct term, a she-cat is more slangish to me, so for the next round please say molly. Another thing I would like to bring to your attention is that a feral cat will not trust humans until a few weeks in, thy are probably going to attack you so keep that in mind when Making these forms
Thanks

-luci

I call the females queens.

[raindrop,]

May I add on to mine? I want to make it a bit more realistic. Thanks!

[gremlin]

Real quick here, for my adopts I call the females mollys as that is the correct term, a she-cat is more slangish to me, so for the next round please say molly. Another thing I would like to bring to your attention is that a feral cat will not trust humans until a few weeks in, thy are probably going to attack you so keep that in mind when Making these forms
Thanks

-luci

I call the females queens.

that is a cat with kits or a pregnant one, so if you molly is pregnant she is a queen, also of course you can add on it!