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

[Poisoned Soul]

Alaska had been hunting near an abandoned hotel since the humans had cleaned out their garbage bins, and she really didn't feel like getting the broom again...for the fifth time having snuck into a few restaurants earlier. She had stalked a rat for about two blocks now, leading her to the isolated building. She was close enough to it to make her move, when shouting in the distance startled it, causing it to flee. The she-cat pounded her small paw on the ground.
There goes my meal She thought.

[JustAMurkrow]

Shroud carried the hot dog a few ways away from stand. Though he felt nice about this meal, he still looked like another cat had just marked the base of his sleeping tree. Shroud continued walking until he got to the park. Jumping onto the concrete fence. Wide enough for him to fit his whole body on it, and still have room before he would touch the edges. Dropping the hot dog on to the fence, he proceeded to eat it. Though snow would stick to it each time the hot dog rolled a little. Chewing snow was like chew soft ice, not to fun. However Shroud was hungry, so it always made due with what he got without complaining to much.
After finishing the hot dog, he folded his ears and looked around on top of the fence. Getting a look of the surroundings. Realty he just enjoyed watching humans walk around in hurried motions, to busy for anything. Though he didn't fully understand why these creatures were so obsessed with walking fast or using their metal death traps to make loud noises at each other. He just knew they did, and never envied them for it either. He looked up to watch the snow flakes fall. Forcing a sneeze when one landed directly on his nose.

[ordinary people]

Neali

She needed to go through the park to get to where she wanted to. luckily, no dog owners were walking their pets so it should be a quick and easy walk. Jumping off a humans garden fence, she glanced at her surroundings before walking quickly across the road to be excused from any accidence with the things called 'cars.' When she crossed without any complications, she stuck herself to the large metal gates and began following it around the park to avoid any unneeded conflict between anyone.

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(( It's pretty late right now, so I will post my form tomorrow. I'll be making 2, or one,dog(s) and a cat. ))

[JustAMurkrow]

(@sparkywolf; Okay, that'd be fine.)

The black cats ears folded back at he caught notice of a white and brown tabby walking the edges of the park fence. Though his fur was now mostly covered with a light layer on snow, he knew he didn't exactly blend in where he stood. Though he knew if the cat were to try and attack he did have an advantage. Shroud's ears unfolded, watching as the other cat walked.

[Poisoned Soul]

Alaska sighed, turing around and beginning on her way towards the alley way where she grew up on her own as a kitten. She picked up her pace as she was almost there; she stopped gazing down the long street, seeing a stray dog. Even though you would think she would hate dogs and would attack or ream everyone of them she saw because of her past, she learned the hard way that holding onto your past, destroyes you more than anything else. Besides, the dog that took her parents lives may not be in the city anymore, heck it may not even be on the earth anymore all she knew. And not all dogs are cat haters, Alaska had made a friend out of one about a year ago, but sadly the female dog passed away when she got hit by what humans call cars.

[JustAMurkrow]

(Weather/Time Update; It is now afternoon, and no longer snowing.)

The sun grew higher into the sky, though because of all the clouds the daylight was still more dull than usual. Shroud deiced it was best to get himself out of sight. Jumping off the concrete fence onto the city side. He looked up as the last of the snowflakes fell from the sky. He made his way across the streets, being cautious about his timing to cross, so he wouldn't be hit by a meal death trap that drove by almost constantly. Rarely did those cars get a break from the humans.
Once across the street Shroud figured it was time to do what he usually does when he gets bored. Explore the city to learn more about it, though he already knew most of it like the back of his paw. Starting with the first alley way he saw. It was always a bit more safer in the alley ways at day, though at night is when most humans rest. Thus allowing it safer travel on the sidewalks.

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Name; Brooklyn.
Nickname; Brooke.
Age; 3 Years.
Gender; Female.
History; Brooklyn grew up in the west of Nevada with her owner. She protected a young teenage boy when he had ran away from his home. Once they had reached California the boy was caught by the police and taken home, but they left Brooke behind suspecting she was a stray. Brooke was forced into entering the city when she found no food in the woodland that grew on the island next to it. Now she lives on the streets, fending and searching for food for herself.
Personality; Brooklyn is fun-loving and adventurous but also calm. She can be sarcastic and may come of as rude but she does actually care for others a lot. She's distrustful do to her past and cautious of others, unsure of their true intentions.
Distinctive Marks/Accessories; A red bandanna with her name on the side near the knot at the back.

Name; Lily.
Nickname; None.
Age; 4 Years.
Gender; Female.
History; It's not often that Lily will talk about it, as she is not fond of the memories. In fact, Lily was not always a stray. She had an owner. The old lady died though, and so Lily ran away to stop herself being taken in to another person, a person who would end up replacing her last owner. Lily has lived on the streets for most of her four year life.
Personality; Lily is adventurous and although she may seem hostile at first, one will learn that she is capable of being a compassionate, dedicated and loyal to others. Although trustworthy she herself dose not trust very easily.
Distinctive Marks/Accessories; None.

[O.G.]

Name; Veralidame
Nickname; Vera
Age; 14 years
Gender; Female
History; Vera was bred, in Europe, to two very famous racing Saluki's. Along with her siblings, Vera was laden with high expectations from her owners, potential buyers, and dog racing fans throughout many countries. In the end, however, her owners determined her the top of her liter and, after selling all of her siblings, kept her for themselves. Once she was old enough, she trained vigorously and heartily for her future of fame and competition, and her training paid off. Blue ribbons, gold trophies, she was unstoppable. Her fame and skills groomed her to be stuck up and pompous, and she was not well liked by any of her competition. However, as her racing career continued, there was a particular stray male that would always show up on the outskirts of her races. He would always watch her, and it annoyed her. Eventually,t hey confronted. She snarled at him, biting viciously and demanded that an uncouth stray such as himself leave her alone. Of course, he didn't. He kept coming back, even going as far to finding her at her home. She hated him for a while, but eventually his honesty and true character charmed her. Eventually, she fell in love with this stray mutt. He allowed her to see what an awful dog she was in her racing career, and, by her love's suggestion, she ran away. He told her that they could get on a boat and sail away to a place where her owners would never come looking for her, and so they did. They ran to the harbor and boarded the first boat they found and sailed off for a new future. However, a violent storm surprised the ship, and in it, the male she had escaped with disappeared. He was washed off the ship. Vera dove in after him, but despite her greatest attempts, she could not find him. She assumed him dead and nearly died in the storm that night, but against all odds she managed to find herself washed up on dry land. There,s he was tended to by humans, but, uncertain as to where she was and if she might be recognized, she fled from them and eventually ended up in a city where she seems completely unknown.
Personality; Veralidame is a dog of age and wisdom, one who knows when to do what and when to refrain. She is a very quiet soul anymore, and is quite patient and gentle. She is a very agreeable listener, and an excellent advice giver. She is a very sweet, tender female who hardly uses anything more than a pleasant, soft-spoken tone towards anyone. She is respectful to all and does not usually treat one individual better than the other. Veralidame has a very soft spot for the young of almost any species, and she loves to entertain them with stories or watch them romp around in play. She makes a very excellent pup sitter, too, as she is very attentive and alert, keen on making sure that nothing gos awry. Even though she is old, she still longs for pups of her own, which is something she never had. Even more, however, she still silently mourns her missing partner, and not a day goes by without her thinking of him and hoping that somewhere he might still be alive. As she is aging, she fears more and more for her safety and what might become of her.
Distinctive Marks/Accessories; Her muzzle is gray with age, and her joints are swollen with an arthritis that becomes most painful in the winter. Although not anything distinctive of appearance, Vera speaks with a pretty accent that is clearly foreign.

Name; Kasper
Nickname; While he doesn't really have one, Kas could be acceptable.
Age; He's roughly 5 years old.
Gender; Male
History; Kasper was born to two purebred Norwegian Forest cats who, at one point living in separate homes, decided to escape away together. His parents, limited to the names they heard in their own households, named Kasper after his father. As soon as Kasper opened his eyes after birth, his parents knew that something was wrong with him, as they were coated with a thick glaze. He stumbled around as if he had no eyes in his head to see with at all. Soon, it was realized that he was blind, and his mother very quickly took him under her wing, spending much more time with him than his other siblings to prepare him for a life without sight. He was trained well despite his mother's lack of knowledge of blindness and, since he left his parents, he owes much of his success and knowledge to his mother.
Personality; Calm and docile, Kasper is not much of an intimidating cat. Quiet but friendly, he is much more prone to keeping relaxed and purring at unexpected than to jump up and run away. Considering his blindness, he is particularly fearless when it comes to meeting new cats unless he senses a reason to be afraid. He is openly compassionate and notably warm, and his wisdom he is always willing to use to help others as it has helped him. He's a very prominent 'yes' man, and, under the right circumstances, could become a virtual puppet to someone. Street smart is probably not the first thing one would think about when looking at him, but, despite that, he is actually one of the smartest there is. Otherwise, he could not have survived without sight as long as he has. As agreeable as Kasper is, he can be wickedly possessive and jealous. Some of this stems from an acute lack of self-esteem, the lack of which being born as soon as he realized what a vital sense he was missing.
Distinctive Marks/Accessories; He has a pearly glaze to his blind eyes.

Name; Cinderella
Nickname; None.
Age; She's around 2 or 2 and a half years.
Gender; Female
History; Cinderella was born nameless, along with her sister, to a lone mother within the safety of an animal shelter. She was the first to be adopted as soon as she was old enough, taken by a family and their little girl who dearly wanted a white cat. Of course, the little girl named her after a princess she loved, but it wasn't like Cinderella minded. So, Cinderella grew up with the little girl who never lost her love for her cat. The little girl would play with her and paint her nails, let her snuggle in bed and sneak her treats under the table. Cinderella loved her little girl and never even thought about leaving. It was the girl's father who always hated her, or rather, he hated cats. On one fateful day when the family brought home a sleek, expensive leather couch, Cinderella inadvertently made the mistake of being the first one to try it out. Unfortunately, she did so with her claws. The next thing she knew, she was thrown into the back of the car and tossed outside in the middle of nowhere. She never found her way home, much to her distress, and she still worries about her little girl, but she has just recently found herself, with no street smarts, hopelessly lost in some strange city that frightens her more than it does anything else.
Personality; The most prominent aspect of Cinderella's personality is naivety. She's not stupid, but she is almost hopelessly gullible and unaware of what the real world is truly about. After all, being raised by a fantasy loving child who convinced her she was a princess, she wouldn't have much awareness to the real world. However, she makes up for this either piteous or irritating quality with an overflow of sweetness and honest interest in the well-being of others. She has a talent for picking up on and dealing with the emotions of others, and it is always her goal to keep others at their happiest. With a naturally playful nature, she often does this by simply dancing around and making a fool of herself just to get a smile. She has a high moral sense that comes in handy, but, unfortunately, she is naive enough that anyone could easily manipulate her into thinking wrong is right. She's an optimistic individual who holds on to hope dearly, and even at her lowest there is a chance that she will be smiling for hope. However, she is an extremely sensitive individual whose feelings can be crushed by a simple cross look. She is, though, quite to forgive even without an apology, which, while perhaps seen as a good thing, in the real world could easily lead to nothing more than senselessly getting her feelings time and time again by the same unworthy cat. On another note, romance is almost the name of the game for this female. She is in love with the idea and has quite the romantic heart herself.
Distinctive Marks/Accessories; Cinderella wears, of course, a sparkling pink collar that has her name sewn into it, in glittering thread, on the top along with a jingling little bell on the bottom that alerts everyone who has functioning ears to her presence. She is also an extremely small cat, standing a good head shorter than most females, not to mention her frail bone structure.

Name; Ridge
Nickname; None
Age; He's nearly six years of age
Gender; Male
History; Ridge has the past of a true floater. He was born to parents he hardly remembers, for as soon as he could walk, he of, course, got lost. In essence, that very first sentence describes his whole life. Once lost,h e was found by a luckily welcoming cat with kits of her own. Grew up to be a year old with that family, and even though he enjoyed his adoptive mother and siblings very much, he had to be stupid enough to make some dogs mad and get chased well too far from his family to easily locate again. He was on his own again, where he meddled in a particular city so mischievously that there was not human, dog, or cat there that didn't hate him. Eventually, his antics caught up with him when a lucky human surprised him with their car and ran him over with the intent to kill him. Ridge, however, being himself, lived just to defy the human and was eventually saved by the local pound, where he healed by veterinarians and put up for adoption. Of course, almost every human knew of and recognized him so, he remained un-adopted until the time came where he would have to be euthanized. Ridge, however, with the luck of a four leaf clover, understood what his fate was and managed to escape as they brought him out of his cage to commit the dirty deed. He escaped the whole pound and even the city, content to live in the forests for a few years after such a scare. However, mischief is part of who Ridge is, and there's no better place to get into it than a city. So, now Ridge has found a new one, and he is ready for some new games.
Personality; Ridge is a daring cat that loves to live life on the edge and stare death right in the face for the sheer adrenaline factor. He is a rebellious individual who is constantly bending the rules and testing the boundaries of his superiors, often overstepping those boundaries. He isn't exactly social, but he's not afraid to talk. He's quite mischievous, and is often plotting ways to entertain himself and is happy to drag anyone else into any plans he's made, no matter how much danger he could be putting them in. He's quite the sexist cat, and views females as weak and useless individuals, seeing their only purpose as being attractive while able to raise strong and healthy kits. However, despite this male's character flaws, he, deep down, has a good heart, no matter how hard it may be to believe at times.
Distinctive Marks/Accessories; A few rather typical scars, although he has a scabby looking indentation near his right ear where a dog bit into his head.

[JustAMurkrow]

(@sparkywolf & I-am-CC; All cats and dogs are accepted. :3)