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

[ossa di cervo]

((Sorry, I was away from my computer, but yes, you are accepted now. ^^ Feel free to put up an intro post.))

[~*MyDogLikesMen*~]

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Owl stretched so her leg was positioned out of the shade and into the sun. She looked around with a stifling yawn, and laid her head on her dirty paws. Her ears flicked and her eyes shot open when she heard the familiar panting of none other than a dog. She stood up quickly looking for some where to hide. She looked over, she had two options. She could either jump into the thin green bushes to her right, which wouldn't be much protection, or she could jump in the dirty, filthy, smelly dumpster to her left.

With a grunting sigh she rolled her shocking blue eyes and headed for the dumpster. She jumped in, pushing her soft white haunches off the edge of the dumpster. She landed with a loud 'Thud!'. The garbage smelled like a vast range of left over human products and food. She kneaded her paws on the brownish wet ground and sat down, accidentally bumping her behind into something soft. She zoomed around as fast as ever and she was met face to face with a brilliantly green eyed she-cat.

She watched the brown and white feline look at her for a moment before speaking. "Hiding from the dog too I suppose? Oh those ghastly creatures," she snorted. "I can't stand them, the smell awful too." She gave a slightly fabricated smile. Owl's insides were turning a violent somersault. She was more afraid now then she had been in the past few months. It wasn't every day you came face to face with another feline. For all she knew the cat could start fighting her, because maybe this was the other cat's home, and Owl had so rudely interrupted. She looked up at the lid of the dumpster. When she had jumped in the lid had slammed shut, and now only a little thread of light peeked in the otherwise dark space.

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[Harpy•]

Phyre

The uneasy feline slinked through the side-alleyway, pasting herself into the buildings' shadows, the only hint of her existence being the faint glowing of her eyes. She had heard a loud commotion only seconds earlier, the loud banging of a trash can, it sounded like, and she was moving as far away as possible. She slipped in behind a clump of brush just outside of the alleyway in time to see a stray dog galloping through, panting wildly, as if chasing something. She peered her head out of the leaves, and her dark eyes widened at what she saw; a cat, being chased by the vicious beast. She hissed subconsciously, her fur pricking in the urge to stand up. She absolutely loathed being around other creatures, other cats in particular...but, she hated dogs even more.

She snarled at her own stupidity, but broke off in a sprint down the sidewalk, dodging behind every possible brush to keep out of the sights of the dog. It took her a few minutes due to their speed, but she eventually caught up with them, staying hidden in a long row of flowering bushes. She looked over at the cat, Ezekiel, and chirped once, shortly, like a cat who immitates birds in the hunt. A sound the dog would dismiss as nothing /but/ a bird. Hopefully, Ezekiel would catch the unnatural note in it. She looked up ahead, and hissed quietly under her heavy breath when she noticed that the brush was about to run out, and she'd be out in the open. That cat needed to break to the bushes, and he needed to break immediately.

[average]

How fickle my h e a r t and how woozy my e y e s;
I s t r u g g l e to find any truth in your l i e s.
And now my heart s t u m b l e s on things I don't k n o w;
This w e a k n e s s I feel I must finally s h o w.

/ / . m o t h . \ \

Moth eyed the newcomer curiously, nearly jumping in fright when she first saw her fall from above. Well this was odd. Moth hadn't talked to a cat in at least a year; she felt no need to communicate, and it was startling to think that she was to start again now, though she felt very territorial, and if it wasn't for the dog, and the cat that was being chased, Moth would have chased the blue eyed cat away from her beloved home. So, instead of replying to the blue eyed cat, she merely nodded in her direction.

And then she jumped off of the dumpster and hissed.

Oh, not to worry. Moth was not hissing at Owl, not at all. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. What use was it to her to bother another stray? However, she was indeed hissing at the dog. Her fur was raised, and she felt her throat rumbling as she meowed to the cat being chased, "I'd suggest getting onto the dumpster." She prayed that the dog had not noticed her, for she was still not really visible.

But then again, a dog, however foolish it was, still had a keen sense of smell, not unlike a cat. So of course, it did notice her, but not before Moth managed to leap up onto the recycling dumpster, the one to the left of the garbage dumpster, which was the one that the blue eyed cat was sitting on. She hissed once more, and her eyes glinted mischievously.

[Cazio]

Eagle's pallet was exposed to the cool air as he opened his mouth. He could taste the foul scents of human trash, animal waste and rats. As he trotted along a crumbling brick wall, he could learn from his surroundings simply by scent. His silky, sleek pelt was clean for once; due to the fact that he'd spent the night in a puddle yesterday. He shuddered at the thought, making a mental note to find a better sleeping place tonight. He didn't like this part of the city, it was infested with felines and didn't have much food either. He'd gotten himself into a pickle when he'd gone chasing after a plump pigeon. They were probably the dumbest creature on this earth, approaching humans as though they offered immortality. They were easy to pick off and hardly a challenge, but finding one on the ground was difficult. They liked high places, but whenever he climbed up he seemed to be a prime target for humans.

A scent of a cat teased his senses and he instinctively froze, though she was quite a few tail-lengths away from him. His ears swiveled back and his muzzle curled to a snarl as he approached, tail raised like a flag. Then the scent grew much stronger and he hissed, looking around. After a few moments, he realized that two she-cats were nearby, most likely without kittens. his tail twitched, a trikle of fear running down his spine. He had three kittens somewhere around here. Or maybe they died. That would save me a lot of explaining. He thought starkly. He noticed a commotion in a dumpster below him and peered down into the contents of the reeking box. There were the two she-cats, their fur puffed as if they were afraid of something. Eagle abruptly sat, his pupils like slits. They'd notice him for sure, but he wasn't going to help them out of that smelly human thing.

[asexual pirate;;]

-Don't have time for my fancy post-

A silver and black she-cat sat in a patch of long grass, her ears cocked slightly back, the tip of her tail twitching. Dezba was waiting for something, possibly a mouse, a cat, even a dog, to scare. It was her favorite thing to do, and whatever came by got a good scare. Unless they smelt her first.

Something else caught the she-cats attention and her ears shot up and to the left. There, something moving in the grass. Slowly and carefully, her ears lowered slightly and she dropped down, closer to the ground as she crept forward, trying to get a sniff of what it was. A mouse! Her tail flicked gently, a good plump one at that. She crept forward more slowly now, watching the mouse with those hypnotizing eyes, feeling the grass crackle under paw. Wait, crackle? The mouse went alert, turning around and spotting two eyes in the grass, it turned to run but it was too late.

Dezba jumped, landing on the mouse and snapping it's neck. A good meal for the day, now to find peace and quiet, she thought, turning and trotting off down the rows of houses.

[summer monday]

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Bird leaped from her low place on the cracked pavement to the high perch of a wrought-iron fence. Vines were scattered along its once-shiny surface, giving her paws a better hold. On one side of the metal, there was the concrete, the streets, and the vast city, stretching for miles. Only the creatures were left, and she often took time to fret about if they would last long enough to keep the population going. On the other side of the fence, though, a small patch of heaven amidst the city boundaries had been born: the cemetery. Grave after grave sprawled across the grass, providing a sanctuary that Bird had resided in for many a night during her life as a feral cat. The prey there wasn't the best, but on a lucky night, she could snag a duck from the pond, or perhaps pounce upon a sparrow in mid-flight. A squirrel in a branch above the platform she padded across lost his balance, dropping down through the air. Before it could fall too far, Bird's paw shot out and caught it. She dropped it onto the rail and picked it up between two gentle jaws before carrying on, surveying the city.

Feeling unsafe in the open, the she-cat took one last glance around - the height was her best advantage - and bounded to the ground, landing without a sound on four unharmed feet. The squirrel dangling from her jaw, Bird slithered between two parking meters, flattened herself under a deserted car, and crossed the street without looking either way. Without the humans, she found herself closer and closer to unstoppable. In a way, though, there were more hazards for her when the humans weren't there to warden the town. Slinking into an alleyway, Bird vanished into a crate full of burlap sacks and broken beer bottles, peering out at the world as she finished what was her first real dinner in days. Farther down the small, crooked space, she smelled the scent of two terrified she-cats and a surveying tom.

[Ffft. This took forever to format. Someone gag me. x3
What do you guys think about the lyrics thingie? Took me forever to get it a decent size, and even then it's still not perfect.]

[ossa di cervo]

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ezekiel
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Now look at this;
Madness the magnet keeps a t t r a c t i n g me.. Me.
I try to run, but see, I'm not that fast.
I think the first but surely f i n i s h last.. Last.

Ezekiel saw Moth, Owl and only a tiny bit of Eagle at the last second, and Moth's words slipped into his ears. Ezekiel, climb a dumpster? Sure, he could jump up there, but there was a dog that could jump too. What if the dog got up there? Then what? Ezekiel shook his head at Moth as he sped by, his eyes the size of saucers and his fur looking ten times longer then it actually was.

That was when he heard it. The sharp, high pitched sound of another cat. Only hidden by the facade of bird-like sound. Ezekiel's ears swiveled and he located the she-cat behind him. His head turned for a moment and he saw only just barely saw her in the bushes. Ezekiel nearly laughed out loud at the she-cat, did she expect him to run into the bushes? Of course she did, any sane cat would do the same. Ezekiel's muscles bunched as if he would leap to the side and at the last possible moment the cat spun around 180 degrees. Now facing the dog.

He stood his ground, his fur puffed up and his maw holding a large snarl, showing all his teeth. His tail flicked menacingly and his claw-less paws lifting off of the ground in a slow, demanding dance. He stood there, shifting his weight and facing this large dog with a glitter in his eyes. They weren't to far from the dumpster now and Ezekiel's eyes looked up at them for a split second as well as the other cat in the bushes. He was showing off. Of course he was.

Ezekiel bounded toward the dog, soaring high over his head and bit at his ear, letting all four paws crash into his muzzle. He laughed lightly then leapt away into the bushes. His eyes landed on Phyre and he smiled warmly, "It'd be best to run now. I'm pretty sure that was your plan to start off with." The chivalry in Ezekiel struggled with the panic but he stood, his smile faltering as he glanced from dog to cat, waiting on the she-cat to make her move.

[summer monday]

[Shoot, is my post wrong? I kind of tried to wing it because I have a headache which makes it really hard to read smallish text. D:
And no one was on so I kind of didn't go for a recap. xD I can retype it if you like, though. ouo]

[ossa di cervo]

((That's fine. 8D Ezekiel was being chased by a dog and Phyre was chasing him. They were originally going to be farther from the dumpster then that, but Moth said something to Ezzy so I had to have him respond. :3 You should be fine with that. I can see Bird on a roof or something smelling at the others. Or something along those lines.(:

...If that even makes sense. I repeated the same thing a few times. xD))