Flight or Fight; A stray cat(& dog) RP; Accepting

[JustAMurkrow]

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[wolfycat55]

The young female cat padded across the street. She looked around and padded into a store. She swiftly hid and made her way to the break room, and looked for food. Finally the young female found a half eaten turkey sandwich on a table and ate it. She scented a tom near and hid behind a chair. She looked from behind the chair and saw a tom standing in the doorway. The she cat swiftly ran past him and hid before he saw her. She looked around for the tom and didn't see him, so she ran for the door but got tackled before she reached it. (stay tuned for more! sorry if it's bad this is my first time making a story lol )

[JustAMurkrow]

(@wolfycat55;If you want to join the RP, please fill out the form.)

[JustAMurkrow]

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[ordinary people]

(Is it okay if I make a cat and a dog?)

[JustAMurkrow]

(Is it okay if I make a cat and a dog?)

(@McKenzie; Yes you may. There isn't a limit on how many characters one person can have; just as long as they post for each character and there are more cats than dogs total.)

[ordinary people]

"Mans Best Friend?."

Name ⇝ "Hey, my name is Rascal, some people call me rask.
Age ⇝ "Am not that sure, older than two, but younger than four. Lets say three years then.
Gender ⇝ Well, if you are I dunno, blind of just plain ignorant, am a male or 'brute.'
Breed ⇝ If you cant tell by my blotchy spots, I am part Catahoula Leopard Dog cross.
Personality ⇝ Rascal, is fun and playful, he is quite optimistic about most things and try's to keep everything as lively as it can be. He isn't scared of a lot of things, but the things he is scared of are extremely weird and unexpected. For example, Rascal is scared of plastic bags, mostly because he is afraid of choking. he hasn't had anything from his past to trigger this fear, it is just a natural feeling to him.
History: Rascal's history isn't a sob story nor an extremely happy one either. It's like a fairy-tale that is yet to end.
He was born in a wooden barn, by his mother Sheil. With the help of a human and her determination, she gave birth to six healthy puppies (Rascal being the fourth born.) They were raised like every little should have: some chew toys, enough food, adequate shelter and a loving family. Soon the time came when puppies were being picked up by children and adults, expectedly, he wasn't the last to go. An older man, around the age of 79, was enchanted by the bright blue eyes and had to take him home.
The first year of his life was perfect: walks on the field, chasing the sheep and warm cuddles by the fire. Soon Rascal started to notice something, he should have noticed while blinded by the bliss of a new owner. The man was getting paler and his breather sometimes laboured dangerously. Rasks, only being at a young age though that that's what all humans did to grow, so doing his routine, he at by the fire and slept. Woken by the police alarms and loud voices, he awoke to see people touching his owner and writing things down on their pieces of paper. Startled, he ran towards the field, he body sinking inside the foot deep snow. As the sun began to set, he found shelter underneath some tree roots, and never returned home.

A Problem? A Pest?

Name ⇝ "The Names Neali, pronounced knee-o-li"
Age ⇝ "2 Years and 3 months and 16 days to be exact."
Gender ⇝ "I am a female!"
Breed ⇝ "I am an American Shorthair Cross"
Personality ⇝ Neali, is adventurous and loves to explore her surroundings. She is kind and understands and prefer to busy herself with others problems than figure own. When she can she tries and avoids conflict but she can be a great fighter when provoked. She is hard to please and stubborn when she believes in something right, and love? To her love is just a time consuming feeling that shouldn't exist.
History ⇝ It started off, when she was adopted by a single mother and her daughter. The first few weeks were fun, with the endless playing and stroking, but she never seemed to forget the white cat that always used to hang around the front porch. Being the curios cat she is, Neali went outside for the first time in weeks to have a little 'meet and greet.' Soon this turned into a nightly routine, Neali, went out to socialise with Tom (The white cat.) Quickly enough, she was head over heals for this one cat and with a few words of persuasion, she ran away with him. Days of traveling led her to his home... His mate... And his kittens. This day on, she travels the streets alone.

[JustAMurkrow]

(@McKenzie; Both accepted.
The rp can start now.)

[JustAMurkrow]

Though it was only morning, Shroud was already nonchalantly walking the busy city streets. Being awake from the middle to the night, he was wide awake. Not one to enjoy the snow either. But he never let it bug him. Seeing a hot-dog stand just starting the day, he was ready to target some fresh meat. Stalking the stand from an alley way, watching it from around the corner of a brick wall.
His body lowered, ears up and erect. Slowly with each step to be silent, keeping a close eye on his breathing. The moment the man running the stand turned his back, Shroud ran for it. Jumping onto the stand, the man swung around to try and hit the cat off. Shroud bit into a hot dog, jumping off the stand before he could be pushed off. Running off with the hot dog as the man in uniform shouted at Shroud, shaking his fist in the air.
Shroud rather enjoyed preying on others, especially the humans. He knew they thought they were smart, so to outsmart the 'smart' was really one of the few enjoyments of life he had.

[ordinary people]

Neali -

She mewed softly as she looked around from beneath the small concrete shelter had had found multiple days ago. Sighing almost inaudible, she looked around the shadowy place, before standing on her small paws. Flicking her tail, she stretched before heading towards the busy streets no more than 10 feet away. Staying towards the wall, away from the crowds of people, she flicked the small amount of snow of her ear and looked around for any source of food. She saw a hot-dog stand and shook her head at the raging man waving his fist in the air; probably at another cat. "No." She mumbled quietly to herself. The man so enraged, there was a chance she would start chasing her cursing. Leaping on a low wall, Neali smiled as she faintly remembered the small restaurant that throws are fresh food all the time

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Rascal -

He crawled from under the public bench, he fur partially coloured white by snow. Shivering, he shook his pelt violently, snowflakes flying everywhere. Glancing around the almost empty park, he walked amongst the shadows towards the lake. Dipping his muzzle into the cold water, he lapped some up, clenching his thirst. Grinning, he looked around at the empty bins, "the humans must have collected them," he reasoned shrugging. It was a large city, meaning a large amount of rubbish bins and food. Rolling his shoulders back, Rascal walked towards the back exit/entrance towards some alley ways not that far to see if he could scavenge anything.
"Nope, nothing." He mumbled, flicking a container away from him. "Aren't humans large enough?" he joked standing up out of his crouched position.