Flea-Bitten Rules; Semi-Lit+ Feral Cat RP (NEEDS MALES)

[ossa di cervo]

Flea-Bitten Rules
It’s so hard to find someone who cares about you.
But it’s easy enough to find someone who looks down on you.

You’ve either been kicked out and left for dead or you were born into this. Rarely you find the lost soul that ran away to live like this. They admired you when before they were pampered and given anything they wanted with just the slightest ‘mew’. How is it fathomable that some pampered house pet would admire your life? After all, you live like a rat; finding food in trash bins from the town nearby or soaking yourself in the river. What kind of life do you lead?

Well, to be completely honest, you live the life of a feral cat. A feline that is an outcast, you either live on your own or with the few stray companions you can afford, or rather put up with, to be around. Most times you’re struggling to find food and you usually look like a skeleton with loose skin on those fragile bones of yours. Disgusting, right? To most people felines, yes. You do, however, find a few that enjoy this life of struggle and constant inconsistency (strange combination of words, is it not?). After all you do spend your days watching for the dogs that slobber around, looking for a nice crunch into your flesh. Delicious.

Ahem, going on. Recently the town that lives close to your home that was once placed delicately in the woods has now been abandoned. No one knows exactly why, it all happened over night. There were no warnings, no sounds that might explain what was going, all the humans simply vanished. Housedogs and cats are now panicking along the streets, causing mayhem and distress all around. But this is your city, is it not? It’s your turn to pick up the pitchfork and show those mangy, flea less pests how to run a city. It’s make or break in this cat eat cat world.

Rules

1. Tess’s rules apply, as always.
2. This is a semi-lit – lit. RP, that means 5 lines+ per post!
3.No god modding, power-playing or anything of the sort.
4. Only feral cats are aloud in this role-play. Maybe if I get convinced I’ll allow a few feral dogs so there can be some action lurkin’ around.
5. There are no humans. They’re gone. Disappeared. Remember that!
6. Absolutely NO warrior cat names! I will NOT allow names even remotely close to a warrior cat RP. I don’t want this thread to even THINK about straying toward warriorcatness. (Ex. Nothing like Strombranch or shadowclaw, etc, etc.)
7. Feral dogs, house dogs and house cats are all NPCs. Anyone can RP them and their reactions and make up what they look like. I dun care.
8. I'm strictly judging wether you should join this RP based on forum quality! If I find that you aren't keeping up with this one then I DO have the right to remove you from this role-play. Just sayin'.

The Form

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THIS IS WHERE YOU SHOULD PLACE A PICTURE(: NO ANIME OR DRAWINGS PLEASE.

[size=85][b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cat’s Name:[/b]
[b]Nicknames:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Remember cats usually only live to be around 14-17 years of age.)
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Body Build:[/b] (Tall and lanky? Fat and lazy? Small and petite? Etc., etc. Also include any interesting features, ex. Scars, missing patches of fur..)
[b]History:[/b] (Not optional, no TBRP)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b][u]Likes-[/u][/b]
[b][u]Dislikes-[/u][/b]
[b][u]Fears-[/u[/b]
[b]Other?[/b][/size]

[ossa di cervo]

Accepted Characters

Ezekiel; Played by Zmija
Phyre; Played by Яαʌɛи
Bambi; Played by Ѧʋтαит•Ƥℓʋƨнιɛ•˩ʋρɛ
Eagle; Played by Emmaishere
Moth; Played by carousel;
Bird; Played by wintergreendaydreams
Dezba; Played by ~SuperNova~
Owl; Played by ~*MyDogLikesMen*~
Delphic; Played by Chocolate'Nightmare

[ossa di cervo]

Username: Zmija
Cat’s Name: Ezekiel.
Nicknames: Zeke, Ezzy, Kill
Age: 6 years old.
Gender: Male.
Body Build: Ezekiel is a large, beefy boy, being a pure bred Maine Coon, he lives up to the standard. He towers over most others and his paw is the size of the average cat's entire face. His fur is rather long and more often then not fluffed up in all it's matted, disgusting glory. There aren't many imperfections on his body aside from a kink missing in his left ear and small, almost unnoticeable patch of fur missing on his right haunch.
History: Ezekiel was once the pride of a family. He was pampered and, in all honesty, he enjoyed it. He cherished every moment of his home life, throwing out purrs and licking the hands of those who fed him. He never thought he'd lose this life and he flaunted the fact that he had a life those mangy strays would kill for. He was strictly an indoor cat, showing by the long fur that was under his paws and the fact that he has no claws. A horrible experience it was, being de-clawed, in fact it's the one thing Ezekiel disliked about being a house cat. Anyhow, now that you know Ezekiel was a prized house pet, you must be wondering how he became a stray, are you not? Well, Ezekiel's family's mother grew horribly ill. The doctor's advised that they get rid of any irritants in the house, pets included. Ezekiel was one of the first things to leave, being thrown out of the house without a second thought. He clung to the house walls for several long days, hoping that maybe they'd let him in and say they were sorry and perhaps he'd even be arrogant after this. They never did though. It rained, it snowed, it even stormed and they still didn't let Ezzy back in.
So he made the hardest decision of his life and left. He abandoned the life of a house cat and grew bitter of humans. That was four years ago. Those four years in which he was a stray were possibly the harshest of his life. Being a stray without claws is a rather tough obstacle to overcome, but now that Ezzy's found his way, he's probably one of the toughest, roughest cat's you'll find around.
Personality: Ezekiel is a big cat with an even bigger heart. He loves to have company and will do anything he can to protect those around him. He's learned to fight without claws and he's good at it. Very good. The brute has brought down one small dog and enough prey to feed himself and a load of kittens for a week. He has a rough exterior, used to scare off leeches or small, rough-n-tough cats that think they own the world. It only takes moments to get past that though and find that Ezekiel has a heart the size of a skyscraper. Needless to say, it is extremely easy to mooch off of the brute so long as you know how to act harmless.
Likes-

Other cats
Kittens
Sun
Telling stories
Talking
"Singing"

Dislikes-

Dogs
Humans
Wind
Snow
Rain
Bugs
Being proved wrong

Fears-

Death
Deep water
Being picked up

Other?

[Harpy•]

Username:
Яαʌɛи
Cat’s Name:
Phyre
Nicknames:
None
Age:
Four Years
Gender:
Female
Body Build:
Phyre is an average-sized cat, with slightly longer legs than most, thick fur, and a very long, flexible tail. She's strong without having too much muscle; in a word, lean.
History:
Phyre was born on the streets, in a dark alleyway in the middle of the night, along with her brothers and sisters. As far as she knows, all of the litter survived, but as they left so swiftly, she doesn't really know who she may be related to. Her life was relatively easy for a stray, with plenty of garbage to raid and mice to catch. When the humans vanished, life became even easier. Food left unguarded, mice running absolutely rampant, and the freedom to go anywhere. The only downside to this was the wild dog chases she found herself landing in; she nearly forfeited her life twice, when the dog's fangs came too close. She's now an expert at dodging those stray demons called animals.
Personality:
Phyre is a fairly quiet creature, very reserved and a to-herself kind of cat. She doesn't like to speak unless necessary, which isn't very often, since she's a stray. Her wit is biting and quick, however, once she /does/ talk, and after she has decided to trust the feline in question. She is most comfortable in the shadows, where she spends most of her life in order to hide from the dogs and to keep from talking to other cats.
Likes-
-Solitude
-Silence
-Shadows
-Fresh food
-Warmth
-Cat-watching...the feline equivalent of People-watching. x3
Dislikes-
-DOGS Dx
-Speaking to cats
-Being found when she's trying to hide
-Being bothered by a different cat
-Fighting. But she'll do it.
Fears-
-Being attacked by a dog
-Dying
Other?
None

[»»ǤяɛɛиƉαʏ««]

Username:
Ѧʋтαит•Ƥℓʋƨнιɛ•˩ʋρɛ
Cat’s Name:
Bambi
Nicknames:
Bamb, Bee,
Age:
Four years old
Gender:
Female
Body Build:
Bambi has a small and petite looking figure. She is thin and small looking. Her fur is a silky white with black patches covering several areas of her body. Bambi's eyes are a light grey, like the clouds before a calm storm. She has a small patch of fur missing under her right ear and a scar going along the underside of her chin. These two spots usually go unnoticed unless studied further. HEr short fur is usually a but tangled and matted around where in grows long((elbows, tail end, chest)).
History:
Bambi was the love, like a lot other cats, of her owner's life. As a kitten, she was adopted from infront of the grocery store by an elderly old lady. This lady was hesitant on keeping Bambi as the female would climb up the curtains and score the furniture. Soon enough, this had stopped as she was punished each time she did. She was completely well loved and fed. The lady would even take the time to play with her as she grew. The female was always kept by the fire during winter and the cold as her owner would sit in her rocking chair and knit. She was also let out to play during the dry months and kept inside when it rained. Bambi never thought that this life would soon end.

Soon her lovely owner became sick and passed away. The owner's family took over the house, of coarse keeping everything inside that was the lady's. They threw Bambi out as they cleaned up the place and threw some things away. Bambi was not thrown away with the things, but only thrown out because she was a distraction and a problem. The old lady cherished her collectable's as much as she did Bambi, which was a lot. So every time they would try to throw one away, she would snip at their feet and hands to get them to stop.

As the house was clean and the family settled down, they let Bambi back in. But she punished them for their deeds. Every time they would try to pet her, she'd walk away. Every time they try to feed her, she'd bring in a dad rat or bird. ANytime they tried to cuddle or cradle or treat her like a baby, she make a fit. She would stay up at night and listen to the cricket's, wondering what had happened to her beloved owner. Many things ran through her head as she grieved still. But as one day, she woke up to an afternoon sun, not to a screaming child or a buzzing clock, but quiet like it used to be. She thought it was just a dream and went to look for her owner. Nobody was there, nobody at all.
Personality:
Bambi is a very quiet and understanding. She is tough in her own way, and that is within her spirit to bring out. Bambi listens to others as she would want to be listened to ad answer rather wisely as some conversations. She takes risks at avoiding somethings and getting into others. She seems to be saddened all the time, from which she is. Losing her owner , her best friend, was the worst thing that could have happened. Although she gets past the fact that the women will never come back, she is a nice cat to be around. Bambi has a spirited nature in which she cares for others as she would to be cared for as well as listened to. Although she is rude when made angry, she doesn't flaunt around and ruin others' day. She will simply speak her thoughts and keep the worst in the back of her mind. She does become rather snappy though, and ignoring that would be the best idea.
Likes-
»Rain
»Kittens
»Other Cats
»Grey skies
»Storms
»Sunny Days
»Silence...at times
»Meeting new felines
»Warmth
»SLEEPING
»Water
»Old people
Dislikes-
»Dogs
»The cold
»Mean cats
»Death
»Being bothered when she's angry
»Being petted by young people ((Children))
[u]Fears-[/u
»Dogs
»Spiders
»Snakes
Other?
None

[Cazio]

Username: Emmaishere
Cat’s Name: Eagle
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 6
Gender: Tom
Body Build: Very muscular build. Eagle has hunted for himself his entire life and fought many a cat. He has no shortage of power, and his jumping ability is superb, thanks to his wild ancestry. his defining characteristics are his silver pelt and his eye-catching spots. His body is long and his neck is thicker than most domestic cats.
History: Eagle used to live with a group of feral cats, but after a nasty battle with another band, he lost interest in being in groups. Eagle did his duty and fought for their territory, but ended up slaughtering a she-cat that their leader had a soft spot for. So Eagle was exiled, but he didn't care. He already broken his relationship with his mate and left the blue grey she-cat with their three kits. He has a hatred towards compassion outside of loyalty and couldn't stand to see any more nonsense from his group. He left to roam the streets on his own and discover a life for himself. HUmans often attempted to capture him, bewitched by his beautiful coat. Eagle quickly learned that staying dirty and hissing at passerbys meant no contact with humans.
Personality: Eagle is the definition of pessimism. He has a sharp tongue and an even sharper wit. He has no regard for the feelings of others and cuts right to the chase, no matter how much it stings. He's extremely loyal to any cat he sees as a leader (very few cats indeed) and has no hesitation following orders, whether it be murder of stealing food from other cats.
Likes-
- being on his own
- getting his way
- fighting
- hunting

Dislikes-
- cowards
- kittens
- humans
- being forced to trust another cat

Fears-
- death
- his children coming to find him
- thunder
- cars
- big dogs

Other?

[average]

Username:
carousel;
Cat’s Name:
Moth.
Nicknames:
Not applicable.
Age:
Four.
Gender:
Female.
Body Build:
Small and incredibly furry, but petite nonetheless. Has a scar going on her left side from her back down
to her belly.
History:
The feline was born in a old, long forgotten, moss covered alleyway on a rainy day. She was abandoned at
birth, and learned to survive on her own. When she was still very young, about 6 months old, there was a
terrible storm, and she caught caught on a long barbwire, and when she tried to claw her way out from
under, she tore her skin, and thus got the long scar.
Personality:
Moth is a very sensible cat who likes to keep to herself most of the time. She got into the stray world on
her own, and has been ever since, so so sometimes talks to herself and might be considered a bit crazy,
though that is not the case. She is very curious, but had to learn the hard way that being curious can lead
to some unwise decisions.
Likes-
○ Moderate weather
○ Hiding places
○ Quiet; peace
○ Being clean
Dislikes-
○ Dogs
○ Rain; cold weather in general
○ Being bothered
○ Loud noises
Fears-
○ Starving; death
○ Getting bitten by a poisonous animal
Other?

[ossa di cervo]

Everyone is accepted! 8D

How many people do you think we should get together before we kick this off?(:

[»»ǤяɛɛиƉαʏ««]

[[Maybe at least two more...Just a suggestion .3.]

[summer monday]

Username:
wintergreendaydreams
Cat’s Name:
Bird
Nicknames:
_
Age:
six
Gender:
female
Body Build:
Bird, like her name mights suggest, is skinny as can be. She is of average size, but each of her bones are skinnier than normal, making her lithe. Though she's not great when it comes to fighting, Bird can leap to extremely high ledges, slip past predators, and hide in the shadows without trouble. Her white-grey fur has quite a small amount of markings, most of them being on her face, but it seems to have a bluish tint when the lighting isn't perfect. Her fur is thick and long, covering up all the scars she has on her tail from narrow escapes with attackers.
History:
Bird had always been a wanderer, alighting from place to place. She learned to hunt for herself days after she opened her eyes. Though she was only able to catch things like newborn mice, it was enough to satisfy her small body. As she got older, she dreamed bigger, wandering throughout the city without a care. Some humans left food for her, thanks to her notorious reputation of clawing past screen doors without the proper offerings. Bird became a frequenter in the richer areas. When the humans disappeared, though, so did the she-cat's food. It became harder and harder to satisfy her rumbling stomach, though it was small, and Bird started forming alliances. Bonds rarely lasted more than a few days, she came to find, so Bird disappeared into the shadows. When it became clear that the cats had to rely on each other, she slowly emerged, a cat changed for the worse.
Personality:
Though Bird had once been a timid feline, she grew a hard shell over her heart and hasn't shattered it since. She is cold and bitter about the world, about the way she'd been treated for trying to make things work. Bird is an innovator, brimming with ideas that she no longer shares because she'd been poked fun of for thinking. She will take on the leadership role anytime she is given the chance; Bird thinks that if she can win over the respect of cats, they might finally listen to her. She has warm eyes for any cat in need, though she'd never speak of it that way, and given the chance, Bird will hunt for kittens and fend for shy individuals when no one is around to see her. She's got a big heart somewhere deep down, but it's a hassle to find it.
Likes-
• being in control
• being right
• hunting alone
• storms
• dogs
Dislikes-
• mindless hate
• airheads
• promises
Fears-
• water
• attacks
• death
• being discriminated against
Other?