IN DARK ALLEYS
An RP for the members of the Fat cat Adoption center: -KLICK-
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Everytime humans think of wild cats, their thoughts wander to the forests, the endless meadows, the adventures of cats living in a forest. But a cat, able to get used to his environement, doesn't only survive in the wild, this is what Humans seem to have forgotten. What happens with those pets that get lost? Those kittens that are born behind trashcans in dark alleys or the cats that get thrown out in the middle of these giantic cement forests they call citys? This is a story that might sound unique and special, yet is a story like every other and still not. A story about 3 gangs that try to survive in the cold world where the humans seem to rule.
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Our story starts years ago, when our life wasn't the way it was today, when we weren't kept and treated as pets, toys or even trash. Times where we were gods, the time of our ancestors. Before the spirits of the elements turned away from us and alowed a single cat in every generation to inherit the power of their soul. Yet, as the humans found out that just some of us inherrited this power, they began to notice that they were stronger than us, the cats. They started to build their citys, better houses and tried to get loose from us, who protected them that time.
Yet in their eager they made mistakes, mistakes that would cost lives and trust. Their buildings looked safe and so they thought they could start to chalenge the elements. Building their citys near the Rivers made the cat which inherited the power of water angry and it flooded their citys, killing their poeple and ruining their harvest. When they build their city next to the home of the Cat who inherited the power of Lava and the one of the power of stone, they awoke within their mountains and worked together to get rid of the human pest, bombarding them with rocks and lava.
The cats that had started to live amongst them, got angry at the spirits that killed the humans we swore to protect and we tried to reason with them, trying to get them to calm down, allowing the humans to build up their knowledge and power to survive. Yet our cries and pleads hit on deaf ears and many of us got killed in a war with the spirits. We managed to beat them with the help of the spirits of fire, air and nature, the only spirits left that had stayed loyal at the humans we had to protect, that had not forgotten their dutys.
Most of the spirits left our world after this war, except for those who had been loyal to their dutys, the spirit of Fire, air and nature. Yet they had become unable to stay in their hosts and so we lost our power along with the spirits. They had retreated to watch us for many and many years. And slowly, the humans and their protectors, the cats, forgot about this old legend. More and more humans started treating their protectors like pets and toys or even neglected them completely, making them run away when they could.
It was in that time, that many of us aquired visions of the past. The bloody war of the spirits and cats to protect their humans and the honor they once got from them. Remembering their roots, they started to gather for the call of the spirits, a ritual they had forgotten ages ago. Still unable to believe in the spirits who had sworn to protect them in their dutys a fight started during the meeting that was supposed to bring peace back in the minds of our brothers and sissters.
Many blood spoiled the earth under the eyes of the protecting spirits that night and the spirits yowled in agony. Yeet the raging cats, unable to hear the pain their fight caused their protectors, continued their fight until a single cat rose his voice and it was his cry that stopped the battle around him. The attention of the fighters was shifted on this one cat, the first gang leader, Odin. The fight had made him realize, that what they were doing was not the way it was supposed to be. They should not fight themselves, they should keep togethers, as the children of the spirits they were.
Many cats followed his words, forming a single aliance hidden in the wild, far away from the humans. They followed the rituals of the sspirits, the old storys they started to remember burned deeply within their minds. Until their leader, Odin died of old age, leaving the alliance without a leader. The Spirits, thankfull for his loyal behavior towards them, took his spirit and guided him towards their Eden, a place where his Soul would live until eternity in peace and happiness. Yet, due to the fact that they were bussy with this, they did not notice the agony and jealousy in the hearts of their children in the alliance.
As soon as the Leader had died, another fight started, yet, not a fight over the spirits, but a fight over power. It was then, that the Spirits noticed the mistake they had made. They had never thought about this outcome and started to get anxious. As the battle reached his peaks, the spirit of fire couldn't watch the bloodhsedding anymore and used the power he had gained over the years of rest to transfer his spirit into a cat, a young kitten. His Voice overtowered the noise of the battlefield and attracted the attention of every cat. Caring about their brother, the spirit of Nature and Air followed his example and their spirits inhabited young hosts that stoud around the young kitten.
They decided that one alliance would be to dangerous and devided it in three parts. One Gang would be ruled by the kitten that the spirit of fire inhabited until his spirit would be to weak to guide the young one any further. The spirit of nature and air would do the same with the two other gangs. Their plan worked. Yet beeing appart from eachother didn't do the spirits any good. They had started to come to dislike their differences, letting the feelings their hosts were able to feel take over their souls and taint them. Until they were no longer pure.
Yet, soon the time came in which the spirits lost their powers to stay in their hosts for the second tme. Weakened they tried to retreat back to Eden, yet were unable to do so, due to their tainted souls, making them trapped between this world and their paradise. They started to blame eachother and rose their paws to protect the gang they had protected so far, becoming the gods we look up to. Yet to honor the traditions, they kept their meetings, once every three months. The time of peace and the time where fighting would not be tolerated, a day to honor Odin, who had took the burden upon him of guiding the souls of the dead towards Eden.
A long time has passed since those days and the humans started to steal our territorys, creating a massive city, there where our landonce was. The Land we had devided through 3. Yet, we cats have been able to get used to this environement and still remember our traditions and past. We only had to change it a bit so that it would fit our new lives.
An RP for the members of the Fat cat Adoption center: -KLICK-
______________________________
Everytime humans think of wild cats, their thoughts wander to the forests, the endless meadows, the adventures of cats living in a forest. But a cat, able to get used to his environement, doesn't only survive in the wild, this is what Humans seem to have forgotten. What happens with those pets that get lost? Those kittens that are born behind trashcans in dark alleys or the cats that get thrown out in the middle of these giantic cement forests they call citys? This is a story that might sound unique and special, yet is a story like every other and still not. A story about 3 gangs that try to survive in the cold world where the humans seem to rule.
______________________________
Our story starts years ago, when our life wasn't the way it was today, when we weren't kept and treated as pets, toys or even trash. Times where we were gods, the time of our ancestors. Before the spirits of the elements turned away from us and alowed a single cat in every generation to inherit the power of their soul. Yet, as the humans found out that just some of us inherrited this power, they began to notice that they were stronger than us, the cats. They started to build their citys, better houses and tried to get loose from us, who protected them that time.
Yet in their eager they made mistakes, mistakes that would cost lives and trust. Their buildings looked safe and so they thought they could start to chalenge the elements. Building their citys near the Rivers made the cat which inherited the power of water angry and it flooded their citys, killing their poeple and ruining their harvest. When they build their city next to the home of the Cat who inherited the power of Lava and the one of the power of stone, they awoke within their mountains and worked together to get rid of the human pest, bombarding them with rocks and lava.
The cats that had started to live amongst them, got angry at the spirits that killed the humans we swore to protect and we tried to reason with them, trying to get them to calm down, allowing the humans to build up their knowledge and power to survive. Yet our cries and pleads hit on deaf ears and many of us got killed in a war with the spirits. We managed to beat them with the help of the spirits of fire, air and nature, the only spirits left that had stayed loyal at the humans we had to protect, that had not forgotten their dutys.
Most of the spirits left our world after this war, except for those who had been loyal to their dutys, the spirit of Fire, air and nature. Yet they had become unable to stay in their hosts and so we lost our power along with the spirits. They had retreated to watch us for many and many years. And slowly, the humans and their protectors, the cats, forgot about this old legend. More and more humans started treating their protectors like pets and toys or even neglected them completely, making them run away when they could.
It was in that time, that many of us aquired visions of the past. The bloody war of the spirits and cats to protect their humans and the honor they once got from them. Remembering their roots, they started to gather for the call of the spirits, a ritual they had forgotten ages ago. Still unable to believe in the spirits who had sworn to protect them in their dutys a fight started during the meeting that was supposed to bring peace back in the minds of our brothers and sissters.
Many blood spoiled the earth under the eyes of the protecting spirits that night and the spirits yowled in agony. Yeet the raging cats, unable to hear the pain their fight caused their protectors, continued their fight until a single cat rose his voice and it was his cry that stopped the battle around him. The attention of the fighters was shifted on this one cat, the first gang leader, Odin. The fight had made him realize, that what they were doing was not the way it was supposed to be. They should not fight themselves, they should keep togethers, as the children of the spirits they were.
Many cats followed his words, forming a single aliance hidden in the wild, far away from the humans. They followed the rituals of the sspirits, the old storys they started to remember burned deeply within their minds. Until their leader, Odin died of old age, leaving the alliance without a leader. The Spirits, thankfull for his loyal behavior towards them, took his spirit and guided him towards their Eden, a place where his Soul would live until eternity in peace and happiness. Yet, due to the fact that they were bussy with this, they did not notice the agony and jealousy in the hearts of their children in the alliance.
As soon as the Leader had died, another fight started, yet, not a fight over the spirits, but a fight over power. It was then, that the Spirits noticed the mistake they had made. They had never thought about this outcome and started to get anxious. As the battle reached his peaks, the spirit of fire couldn't watch the bloodhsedding anymore and used the power he had gained over the years of rest to transfer his spirit into a cat, a young kitten. His Voice overtowered the noise of the battlefield and attracted the attention of every cat. Caring about their brother, the spirit of Nature and Air followed his example and their spirits inhabited young hosts that stoud around the young kitten.
They decided that one alliance would be to dangerous and devided it in three parts. One Gang would be ruled by the kitten that the spirit of fire inhabited until his spirit would be to weak to guide the young one any further. The spirit of nature and air would do the same with the two other gangs. Their plan worked. Yet beeing appart from eachother didn't do the spirits any good. They had started to come to dislike their differences, letting the feelings their hosts were able to feel take over their souls and taint them. Until they were no longer pure.
Yet, soon the time came in which the spirits lost their powers to stay in their hosts for the second tme. Weakened they tried to retreat back to Eden, yet were unable to do so, due to their tainted souls, making them trapped between this world and their paradise. They started to blame eachother and rose their paws to protect the gang they had protected so far, becoming the gods we look up to. Yet to honor the traditions, they kept their meetings, once every three months. The time of peace and the time where fighting would not be tolerated, a day to honor Odin, who had took the burden upon him of guiding the souls of the dead towards Eden.
A long time has passed since those days and the humans started to steal our territorys, creating a massive city, there where our landonce was. The Land we had devided through 3. Yet, we cats have been able to get used to this environement and still remember our traditions and past. We only had to change it a bit so that it would fit our new lives.
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