City Lights<->Semi-Lit Alley Cat Roleplay [Open :3]

[MintCat]

Fog was sitting quietly as Layla ranted at the house cat, his tail curled around his paws. However, when Layla talked to him in a sweet, nice tone, he practically melted. A slight smile on his face, the broad-shouldered tom replied, "Hello, I'm Fog.... Nice to meet you, Layla....." He paused, silently wondering if his name seemed boring, or plain compared to hers. "Layla...." He murmured, half to himself, "That's a nice name...." Ignoring Julian's hopes of patching things up with Layla, Fog contented himself by gazing absently into Layla's beautiful blue eyes with a quiet sigh. He was hooked from the moment he looked at the little she-cat.

[pancreas]

Foxglove stopped as soon as she was in the alley, turning away from Mordecai so he wouldn't see the warring expressions crossing her face. Anger, confusion, hatred, and most strangely, a tiny prickle of yearning. It had been so long since she'd been in another she-cat's company. Foxglove had forgotten how much she'd missed it sometimes. Not that she wasn't happy where she was now, but still. Clearing her throat, the she-cat cast Mordecai a sideways glance. "I just went to talk to Layla. Nothing exciting," Turning to face him fully, Foxglove peered at him more closely, "Are you angry with me? After all, I can look after myself. It wasn't like I was attempting an assassination, or anything." A faint smile touched her face, but her mind was elsewhere, still in the alley with Layla and Julian. Thinking back over their words, their actions. Foxglove knew that Layla had recognised her, that much was obvious. But everything else was still a mystery. "It was a complete waste of time. I haven't lied in a while. I should probably practice..." Her words were mostly directed at herself, and she glanced around the alley absently, as if she had forgotten Mordecai was there.

[duckteeth]

Mordecai sat down abruptly, eyes going wide. A mixture of annoyance and worry went across his face. "Not angry but...god, you worried me." he muttered, looking at his paws then up at Foxglove. "I thought, don't take this the wrong way, you're very capable, I know, but I thought you were going to do something stupid like attack her and get hurt and I'd lose you again." When he thought about it, that was really it. "You scared me!"

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Layla.
She turned back to Julian, her eyes distant, her voice still brittle. But at least she didn't look like she was about to rip his throat out at any possible second. Ignoring his compliments, she spoke once more. "You're not a street cat if you don't even know how to survive on your own. You don't even know your way around the city. And you still hold the scent of humans." She rolled her eyes, turning back to Fog. You couldn't just prance around saying you were a street cat because you put a paw on the cement. You weren't a street cat until you learned how to survive and make your way around. Until then, you were just lost and still considered human property. She settled down, sitting with her back straight, tail curled neatly around her delicate paws. "Fog, hmmm? Well it's nice to meet you. What brings you out here today?" She asks. Usually cats don't approach one another on the streets just to say hello. There's always a reason.

[pancreas]

Foxglove refocused on Mordecai as he began to speak, shaking her head briskly to dispel any lingering thoughts. Now was not the time to ignore Mordecai. A sad smile passed across her face as she replied, "It's alright if you're angry with me. I don't mind-- well, of course, I would mind. I'd understand. I deserve it, really." She swallowed around a sudden lump in her throat, averting her gaze, staring at the ground so intensely her vision blurred. She didn't deserve him. His kindness. His loyalty. She didn't deserve any of it. She didn't, she didn't, she didn't. "No, you're right," You're always right. I don't know how, but you are. "I could hardly control myself there. That's why I came back so fast. She was-- I recognised her. And she recognised me. I don't know how, or why, but she knows me. And that must mean she knows you." Raising her head, Foxglove looked up at Mordecai, a despairing expression on her face. "You should be angry," She said in a small voice, "You should be angry with me for ignoring you and doing what I want. I only wanted to protect you, to try and find out the truth, but I've probably only managed to get you in even more danger. And... I don't care about me, Mordecai. I don't care about what happens to me. It wouldn't matter if I was hurt, or killed, or anything else, but it's no more than I deserve. The things I've done... and the things I'll probably go on to do, I don't deserve protection. And you--you haven't done anything wrong. It was probably me that got your memory wiped anyway. Everything bad that happens, it's always my fault. I just... can't seem to do anything right. I always end up hurting someone." With a sigh, Foxglove returned her gaze to her ground again, and when she spoke again, her voice was not much above a whisper, "I'm just not sure that I deserve you, Mordecai. I just can't help thinking that I'm to blame for all of this. That maybe Layla is innocent, and I'm the one who did everything wrong. Maybe that's why some part of my brain hates her, and another part wants to be... with her. Because maybe she was the one that saved you. From me."

(-cue quivering violin notes- Um, well, from what I can remember from way, way, way back, Foxglove was partly responsible for what happened to Mordecai, right? When he went with Layla... or something. If not, I've made that up but OH WELL. So this isn't just her going completely off her rocker, just some part of her distantly recalling the fact that something was her fault. xD
I'm sorry that this is mainly speech. ><)

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{ @ Nighty;
Hehe, yes....Layla swoops down again! Just kidding, Mordecai is all yours....for now. :3

Anyways, Fridgy, I wanted to let you know. I'm going to be gone as of this friday, for a few weeks, literally for like a month, I think, without any internet connection. We're going on a trip and there's nothing I can do about it. So, just, you know, don't kick me out or anything and I guess just RP around my character's (or ignore them) until I get back.
Thanks,
-Free }

[Kazza.]

((Does it really matter where I jump in? Lol, I feel so out of place. Could I just be like....wandering randomly? xD It'd sound weird in context but there isn't really a spot to jump in with your characters as of yet so....eventually I'd meet up with someone or something right? xD ))

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(@KK;
That sounds like a good idea to me :) I'd offer to RP but I'm going to be gone so I wouldn't want to leave you stranded! )

[duckteeth]

[Okay, free. Have fun. :3
@KK; That's usually how it works x3 I'll see if I have a character to chuck into you.
@Nighty; brb crying at Foxy's speech. ;_;]

Mordecai stared a Foxglove, emotion welling in his chest as she spoke. Feeling it wouldn't be right to respond until she finished talking, he stayed silent until he was sure she was done. "Foxglove...I...you. You're important, okay? You matter to me. I'm not all that matters. You gotta value yourself too. Not everything is your fault. You're the only cat who has ever been kind to me. I spent my kittenhood being ridiculed and teased. Even my parents turned a blind eye to all of it. You were the first cat who ever cared. That makes you really really special. If anything happened to you I would die." Mordecai walked closer to Foxglove, nuzzling her neck. "I'm not mad at you. I'm not. I promise you. There's nothing you could do that could ever make me angry at you, except maybe constantly saying that you're not deserving of me and that it wouldn't matter if anything happened to you. It would. Okay?" Mordecai pulled away from Foxglove, looking her straight in the eyes. "I love you Foxglove. You mean the world to me."

[;__________; brb crying at this whole scene.]

[Kazza.]

Lydoss was used to being alone as he was now. It was easy to be all alone when you were a stray in a big city like New York. Stray was his preferred term for his living conditions though most cats went for the term Alley Cat instead. Lydoss was technically an Alley-cat since most strays were called such when they had once been pets and Lydoss had never had any such luxury. He called himself a stray however because he was living in the suburbs when most cats were pets and those who weren’t pets, were waiting to be caught. He preferred these parts because the atmosphere was quieter than it would be in the city where he used to live and it ran at a more leisurely pace. The homes were big and provided shade on the hot days and most had large yards with plenty of mice, pests as they called them, that they wouldn’t mind if Lydoss indulged in as long as he made sure that he ate all of it or left it in a place where they wouldn’t notice it as gross like by a neighbor’s garbage can.
His favorite house was that of the Aschebrooks. Their yard was bigger than most and not fenced in like most yards were. There was a girl who lived inside the home that would see him in the yard and come out to try to feed him. He didn’t mind a free meal he didn’t have to work for once in a while. Who didn’t like free food? It would be a crime for someone to hate free food he was almost positive. Sometimes the girl would stick around and talk to him though he didn’t really understand her. It was like a person who spoke English trying to read Russian or Chinese. It just didn’t work out well for anyone. Lydoss loved the feeling of being loved, a feeling he didn’t get much as an alley-cat.
Lydoss knew that he should have found this house long ago, lived here with his sisters rather in the alley in the city. He could have fed his sisters; he would know that they were alive. It’s my fault; it’s always been my fault. I should have found food for them, they were too little. It’s my fault. Lydoss thought, looking up at the sky. It was a beautiful evening. He loved this kind of weather so early after the winter turn. The snow had melted and everything was new. New baby birds flitting about the trees, new flowers growing in the yard. He took a deep breath; even only this far from the hustle and bustle of the city, the air seemed cleaner. Of course, it wasn’t as clean as if he were to go out to the country he knew, but it was less polluted than if he were in the center of it all.

Kaywia sat on the edge of the fenced-in tiny backyard of a reasonably sized Duplex for the city. She stared out at the cars rushing by on the road, her tail flicking from side to side. It was her favorite time of day, evening. She adored the night of course as any cat would, but the evening was her favorite. There was time now to just be lazy and sleep. During the night she would be running about looking for food and in the morning she would be eating and doing who knows what. Now was the time of day when she would just sit and relax and wait for the fall of the sun and the rise of the moon. It was easy to hide in the long, late day shadows that this time of day brought without being plunged into the absence of the sun and the warmth that it brought like the night. The morning was beautiful, but hard to hide in from the people of the houses who would want her captured and put in the pound. That was always a risk with the life of an Alley-cat though.
Kaywia thought back, down the line she hadn’t always been an Alley-cat. In fact, she had longed for this life not so long ago. But now that she had it, did she really want it? Running away from her old home was one of the best and one of the worst decisions Kaywia had ever made. She was now living a life the opposite of her old and wishing she had the leisure being a house-cat would bring. Some days she wanted to be captured and adopted out, to be able to bask in the sun of the morning without fear. But those days were over for Kaywia. She’d picked this path for life, and this was the path she would take til life brought it to an end. Her home was out here on the streets, hard as it was it was where she belonged. And she loved every second of this life. Every second of it.
Hey look, a rat!

((Sorry it's so rambly and long...))