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[ginger.]

meet charlie. yes charlie, a green eyed tabby cat. i suppose you want to learn about him, don't ya?
charlie was born in a litter with two sisters. yes sisters, it was good for him since he was the first born and
strongest. first came charlie a tom, then patty a fae, and then flower a fae. i suppose your wondering who his
parents are. he grew up with a father named coal and a mother named ma. no one knew her real name, just ma. charlie
is only two years old. he is a male and he has no nicknames. just charlie. charlie has had an adventure of a life in just two years
he was born as a kitty pet. he lived with a rich can-opener family with one loving daughter named amanda. amanda fed them,
played with them and so much more...

amanda was eleven years old when the kits were born. by now charlie was one year old, but the night that he was one year old,
two months, and four days every thing happened. a fire started in the family's house and on the way charlie and ma were lost.
the others, well they hope they made it. but they made there way on. ma was getting to her older days and she wasn't
as.. young anymore. ma got sick one day, and a week later she died. charlie had to be strong, and venture on. he couldn't just
give up. charlie knew nothing about being on the street. infact he knew.. he didn't know how to live on the streets. it was
all until he met alex. a tuxedo cat who taught him how to be a tough street cat. the banjo learned from the best. he
learned now to hunt, fight, and more. he learned how to be sly, and sneaky. charlie is a rebel though.. he's small
and lonely most the time.. now that alex died...

ever since born charlie had been a rebel, always getting in trouble by the bigger.. will he ever learn? maybe someday. now
lastly charlie's looks. charlie is a brown tabby cat. he has black stripes and a mix of light brown, dark brown, and cream coat.
his undercoat is creamish-white. charlie is part tabby and part maine coon. the tip of his tail is white and the tips of his
"fingers" are white too. he has green-hazel eyes also. that's the story of the BANJO

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okay, we're ready to go c:

alexander the
francis

the soft thump of rain was never a good thing to wake up to for a street-cat, the wetness that would develop in between your paw-toes would become the most uncomfortable thing for the day and surpass your own growling stomach. alexander had no problem with it. it was a very rare thing, especially for his type of breed, to not be aqua-phobic. so waking up to the drizzle in his small little sanctuary, concerning a toppled trash-can, did not lower or improve his mood. alexander yawned widely and got up off his paws; he performed a luxurious stretch, his claws sheathing as he raised his rump and flexed his flexible spine. alexander pulled out with a twitch of his whiskers and looked around at his alleyway. it had taken so long to obtain this area as his own territory, but he managed it with only a few more scars added to his long and lean body. alex stalked out from his trashcan and looked up to the white gray skies, his jelly green eyes scanning unblinkingly while his nose did the actual looking; the fishery had brought in its catch of the morning. with a low chuckle, alexander turned and leapt gracefully on top of his can and then up several more dumpsters that protected alex's bed from can-opener eye-sight. there was no way in hiding it from other cats, but his border-markers would make sure that they wouldn't pass through. alex padded his way down the dumpsters until he exited the alleyway through a fence, he squeezed through it and padded into the streets of old San Juan. the place was overcrowded with tourists during the night-hours of the winter season as well as the morning, alexander hated winters, but there was no stopping the pouring of can-openers into any city. and they were all so insensitive that cat-piss would only remark to them before it was too late. alexander made his way around several long legs, his attention never wavering from where he was looking. the fishery was regarded as the most dangerous place to be, can-openers didn't like it when their catches were taken from them, at least they understood the concept of survival, for fish was important to them as well apparently.

alexander arrived to the market with his mouth watering, the stench of scales and blood as overpowering. the tortoise-shell street cat began to stalk underneath the display tables; his body right in front of the feet of fishermen, if they were to find him under there alexander would experience a good kick to the ribs. alex surveyed the area for other cats, but he was the first one here today,
idiots alex mewed softly to himself. he waited patiently with a curling tail until his fisherman's feet walked away from its stand. it was alex's chance. the cat creeped from his cover and climbed until reaching the table-top. tilapia's were lined up with their bodies slightly on top of each other, largemouth bass were scarce on the table, but that was what alexander wanted best. he looked up with dilated eyes to the returning fisherman, who had looked straight into the green eyes of alexander and shouted something in his human tongue. the street cat snapped back to the largemouth; it would have to do. he bit down on the fish's meaty tail and flew off the table-top at lightning speed, alexander ran for his life with the bass flapping lamely at his side like some ugly green flag.

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♚--M A C K
thomas o'malley . no crush . lazy . alone

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From beneath the car a set of whiskers twitched as the first of small droplets of wet rain landed on the orange cat's nose. Protesting the very idea of waking the cat simply tucked itself further under the car in hopes he could sleep the rest of the day away. Mack was a smart cat, well aware that sleeping under cars was dangerous but they provided good shelter and he often couldn't help himself. But when he heard the first engine start up he jolted awake and darted out from under the black car he had been under. Sitting a few feet away in silence he watched a completely different car start and then pull away. Now safely away from the first problem he was faced with not only one but two more. His newly developing hunger and the fat droplets of rain now landing on his head. His ears pressed flat against the orange fluff on his head as he stood and quickly moved to a covered area beneath what appeared to be some sort of covering. He was no stranger to these coverings the human's had but never stayed under. Humans didn't like it for some reason. None of them did, which was much to Mack's surprise since so many hung around these buildings they lived in, a territory Mack had claimed for himself some time ago. Nonetheless they provided a good moment of shelter if one were to need it. That was one problem solved.

Unable to deny his hunger anymore Mack began thinking of where to go for food. As always there were the alleys where one might find some stray garbage or even a mouse poking its nose into someone's business. There were the restaurant trash cans but those wouldn't be any good this early in the morning. Last but not least there was the fishery, a risky move but it delivered if you were quick enough. He reviewed his choices momentarily before deciding. He would head towards the fishery and check alleys and trash cans as he went. If he found something he could actually eat before getting there his problem would be solved. If he didn't, well then he'd have to steal his breakfast. Standing back up the cat began to walk with the usual "dancing" limp following him. It made things more difficult sometimes, running was always a bit more tricky if you asked him. There was also the cats who chose to poke fun, calling him dancer and other nonsense but in the end Mack chose to accept his predicament. After all, what more could he do? His usual confident grin had been placed on his mouth as he headed in the fisheries direction.

[ginger.]

Charlie the Banjo -- no crush -- alone -- tired but energetic

in an alley laid a brown tabby cat, charlie. though no cover was over the alley, charlie felt protected-- all except from the rain. about six hours after he laid himself down small drops of rain fell on his full coat. charlie didn't notice until he woke up. "rain..." he said. it didn't bother him much but all he could hear was his stomach. the cars, everything were blocked out. he'd learned to deal with people in cars. he got up stretching his long body then flexed his claws. he yawned and got into a trashcan that had no lid. he looked in and saw nothing but paper. he groaned and went to the next can. he saw a mouse in the can. his eyes grew big and he darted in the can. the can rolled and rolled and charlie got the mouse in his mouth. he sighed with joy until the rolling stopped and he hit the tree. he got out with the mouse, it was his first catch since a few days ago. he was just eating whatever he could find, cat food or not. he saw a cat not to far away it looked like an orange tabby cat but he ignored it. he went back into his alley with his catch and began to eat. he threw the bones around the alley to make a cat think some monster lived here, but he failed with the tiny bones. he sighed and saw the orange tabby cat again, who was he? he started running over and hiding behind things. he sped forward and just went back to his day. he saw a can-opener. they were evil, and even if you begged for food they'd step on you like a bug. he jumped up on the tree and made a loud noise getting the persons attention. he skipped off and jumped onto someones roof. he settled down and looked down the fireplace shoot. he wanted to go down it but knew he would get in too much trouble. he bounded down and landed swiftly on his paws, until he tripped falling on his head. he laughed at himself to see no one around. charlie felt good, he felt like the king of this place. he felt like he could do anything.. but that's what made charlie bad. he was a rebel and he loved it, no matter what he did he got in trouble. maybe that was why he didn't really know anybody, maybe they were scared that he would be a rebel and do something to them. psh, no. charlie was a small cat, and when he was alone.. he was lonely..

OOC: next time i will post more i'm just not feeling my best right now.

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alexander the
francis

alex disappeared from the fishery into a great tide of humans. the merchant would be an idiot to follow him through the crowd just to get his fish back which would clearly be impossible, alexander's strides became slow and steady, his paws becoming a quick and triumphant pad. alex took advantage of the safety from the long human legs provided as cover; he scoped around until he saw an empty alleyway deserted from other cats..or so he thought. the tabby moved along into the slightly darkened and dirty hall, he had chosen a complete pigsty; trashcans littered the floor, most of them dumped and rolled around against each other with their innards splashing across the broken pavement. not even a can-opener would clean this up, the stench was worse, but alexander could deal with it. the cat leaped up on top of some intact crates and splayed out with his right back leg over his left and his tail curling around pleasurably. He had the largemouth over his front paws, one sandwiching the fish so it wouldn't fall from his grasp; alex started licking and nibbling at the fish's tail, now oblivious to everything. but then, he heard another chewing sound. alex raised his head and looked around with narrowed eyes and a serious complexion, until finally, he glimpsed of a pale orange tail. alex simultaneously unsheathed his white pale claws and dug it deep into the fish's lower body, there was no way he was giving up this well-earned bit of food. alexander raised his hackles so he was no in a sitting position, he arched his head around so he could see over the toppled trashcan. she was so thin, thinner than alex and thinner than most street-cats he had ever seen. and that was saying something. the tortoise tabby stared unblinkingly at the queen, she looked as if she had once been well cared for...too well cared for.
"i think that thing you're eating will do more harm than good." alexander stated after a few more moments of observing the she. he shook his handsome head and composed himself into a more dignified sitting position; looking much like some honorable cat with a fish under his paw, alex's whiskers twitched as he continued to stare at kimba.

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alexander the
francis

the street-cat watched kimba's progress with a pitiful look in his green orbs. he felt bad for her, these types of street-cats would only last a few months out on the street..or much less or not at all. alex easily saw her ribs through her loose fitted, and mangled coat. he could tell that she had once been a very beautiful young cat. alex gave the underside of his fish a lick and a larger bite;
"ah, but is it better to be dead or starved? that's something you should ask yourself every now and then." alexander meowed smoothly whilst raising a paw and licking the scales off it furtively with closed eyes. once the paw was put back down over his food, his tongue traveled along his mouth just like kimba's had a moment ago. and once she had made her way next to him on a trash can, he turned his head sideways to look at her. alex scanned her without embarrassment while he let in a noiseless inhale; she was on the border line of loosing her can-opener scent, amiss all the other smells of the street and trash cans, that one was the most remarkable because it was so different. the tortoise tabby was at least a good five inches taller than her, he was also the male, and a good deal more powerful than her. she would not be stealing anything from alex too soon. alexander gave a sigh and turned his eyes back down to his fish and back to kimba, he would feel annoyingly guilty if he just left the puny queen to chew on the fish bones of his catch.
"you obviously need some prey under that pelt of yours. come with me" give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, teach a man to fish and you will feed him for a lifetime, right? alex had read that somewhere, and it was one of the most powerful thing he had learned in his life. gracefully, alex leaped off from atop the can. he padded along the others carefully so they wouldn't roll and finally onto the pavement. he looked to kimba, the fish in his mouth and his eyes narrowed powerfully but not at all with menace. alex jerked his head in signal to follow him, the tip of his tail curled and uncurled,
"I can't give you my catch, but i can teach you how to get yours."

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alexander the
francis

alex watched kimba’s progress in coming down from her trash can. his ears pinned to the back of his head when the lid came down and crashed against the pavement, he gave kimba an expressionless look with his infinite jelly green eyes before starting to walk down the street. Alexander looked down at the queen when she nudged up against him, the tabby returned his attention to the streets and stalked forward with his tail held high and the fish dribbling blood from its tail. the fish would lose its freshness, but he guessed that teaching the poor she-cat how to get something to eat would not take too much of his time. alex noticed that she was copying him, and a deep chortle came from his throat without needing him to open his mouth, he said nothing, finding kimba the most pitying creature. but the tabby reminded himself that he had once been like that; from the beginning of being cast out of the house, he was fur and bones. something held him together, that something made him get up every morning and not let his body go to waste on the exposed streets. he was an alluring animal, with an eye-catching coat and eyes, humans couldn’t resist earning some of his attention. he had become somewhat like a dog; ‘if I purr, I earn a nice sardine.’
when kimba spoke, he did not turn to her but he heard her, and he only paused to answer her questions when they were a good hundred meters away from the fishery. Alexander raised himself up and put his fish down over his paws; taking a quick and neat bite before answering the queen,
“I plan on accomplishing it.” Alexander said with a slight rise of the right side of his jaws as he turned to look down at kimba,
“and yes, of course it seems much easier, but maybe one day the petty can-openers won’t like you so much. they’ll kick you away and the only food you’ll get is a mouthful of dirt.” Alexander said deeply while raising his head back up to the stands that reeked of the sealife.
“but that’s not my problem, pretty,” alex stated, he glanced back down at kimba, his eyes seemingly infinite and he was staring down at her with such intensity it could be considered hostile,
“I chose to teach you, so either you stay, or rub up against a human. your choice. decide quickly though, i haven't got all day.” alexander said this simply while his tail slowly raised itself and then lowered to pat the ground simultaneously.

[ginger.]

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