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

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Username: ♥Ƨнɛʓα♥
Cat's Name: Athena
Gender: She-cat||Female
Age: 13 moons
Description: She has a lithe, slim body and is very swift as is hardly seen in one place during a fight. Her gray pelt marked with the markings of her larger cousin, the lynx. She is a Lynx point Siamese. She has the normal forehead marking of a tabby cat. Along with the slashes of black on her cheeks, she has a strip of black from her neck to the base of her tail. Her tail consists of 'rings'. Each ring opposite of the last. One ring may be white, the other is black, this pattern is continuing until the tip is encased with black.. However the rings are only seen on the underside of her tail whilst the strip of black on her back is continued until the end of the tail and is black. The legs of Minnowrush could be described as if a sword had been lashing at a block of wood. Each slash black as night and ranging from thick to thin. Her paw as lighter gray than her body. She, also, has a few splashes of white of her.For her underbelly and chin are a white color. Her eyes are a light golden color with hints of blues and greens in the golden depths.
Personality: Has confidence in herself, though not on a prideful level--one could never truthfully call her vain. Takes all responsibilities very seriously--well, she takes everything very seriously. Not good at keeping secrets, as it is hard for her to be cruel. Good to the bone, through and through, and would never do anything to hurt others or her Clan. Thoughtful and sympathetic, but not to the point where she's overbearing and hard to be around. Loves life and is willing to take on any challenge that faces her. Very kind and caring. Would make the perfect mother and in fact, she would like a mate and kits of her own someday, despite of her independence.
Skills: Her swiftness, She gained this ability after dodging dogs and humans.
Weakness: Her tendency to be inattentive.
History: Athena was born to a litter of four. She hated her siblings because she was the youngest. She wasn't the runt but she was the last to be born and her 3 brothers wouldn't let her forget it. They would steal prey from her and tease her relentlessly. She left her aging mother first, despite her age, unable to take her brother's teasing any longer. She was found by a young couple with a child and she was taken care of for 3 moons but soon she was apparently too big and rough for the child and was cast out of the house. She still had a sliver of trust for humans but wouldn't let any pick her up.
Kin: Artemis, Apollo and Aries are all alive the last she checked but she hardly has contact with them and it is up to chance if she does meet them.
Mate/Crush: N.O.
Other:Sorry for any mistake I've made in my grammar or spelling.

[munchkinchu]

Username: AsylumMutt
Cat's Name: Aspen
Gender: She-cat
Age: 15 moons
Description: Aspen is a smaller than most cats her age. She is a fluffy dark furred she-cat with stains of cream and white. Her belly, muzzle and paws are white while cream is shown on her neck and left leg [tinted with black stripes] as well as ticking on the black coloured fur. Her eyes are soft green.
Personality: Aspen is a calm and quiet she-cat which prefers keeping to herself. She isn't that friendly at start, but if you manage to befriend her, she can be a loyal and caring friend. Aspen is, also, a very proud cat, who relays only on herself. She doesn't like quarrelling with others, but has a minx side for those not of her liking.
Skills: Fairly well hunter. She has good senses and reflexes.
Weakness: Poor fighting skills. Aspen is a lost case when it comes to using claws on things other than prey.
History: She spent her kit years with a family in suburbia. One day, six moons from the day she was born, the family gave her to an old lady. Missing her owners, Aspen set foot on finding them. Following the trace, she came across a huge city and managed to get lost. Since then, she has survived on the streets by keeping out of trouble and hunting whatever she could find.
Kin: None known to her.
Mate/Crush: None yet.
Other: She is very protective towards young kits.

Username: AsylumMutt
Cat's Name: Sushi
Gender: Male|Tom
Age: 20 moons
Description: Sushi is a short furred tom. He is completely white except for the his tail, which is completely black, three stains shaped into ellipses on his back, his right leg, not including the paw, splotch surrounding his left eye, with a little hook like line going toward his pink nose, and right ear with small area surrounding it. His inner side of the ears is pink, except for one straight black line on the inner side of right one. Sushi’s eyes are dull brown tinted with a bit of green. Sushi very athletic body, his muscles’ contours visible under short pelt.
Personality: Sushi is a very outgoing and friendly cat. He is a real charmer and tends to act immature. He is romantic and loves to play hero around she-cats. He may seem carefree all the time, but he can be tough and serious when needed.
Skills: Good gymnast and fighter. He has good balance and supplies of strength.
Weakness: Sushi is too trust worthy sometimes. His carefree and optimistic personality doesn’t help making his life on the streets easier either. Most of the time, he acts not thinking about consequences.
History: He was born and raised on the streets. He had a family once, but when he reached 6 moons, his mother was road killed. He and the other kittens then took separate ways and till this day Sushi still doesn’t know where are they.
Kin: Mother – killed
Father – unknown
Siblings – somewhere [he needs them, add him if you like]
Mate/Crush: Looking for one.
Other: Most of the time you can find him on the attic of an old theatre.

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[All accepted :3
@Nightingale~ Yay! :D]

[pancreas]

Username: Nightingale~
Cat's Name: Foxglove. Not Foxy. Never ever.
Gender: Female and proud.
Age: Around 27-30 moons. She doesn't really keep track of her age. As long as she still looks beautiful, Foxglove frankly doesn't care how old she is.
Description: Foxglove looks, basically, like a fox. She has short, neat auburn fur, a white chest and black paws. Her tail has a white tip. The only thing that mark her out as a cat, rather than a fox, is that she is too small and skinny. That and the fact that her tail is narrow and whip-like. For a cat, however, she is quite tall - her legs are long. Although she is thin, she doesn't have the look of an underfed alley cat. She seems to be getting regular food from somewhere, although where is unknown to anyone but her. Foxglove's head is - in her opinion - the best part of her body and the part that toms 'can't seem to take their eyes off'. Her eyes are dull amber, and most of the time seem to be narrowed in disgust. Her nose is small and black, with a small scar above it. She got this scar from her mother. Her ears are small as well, but not so much that they are out of proportion with the rest of her body. They are sharply triangular, and spend most of their time flat against the back of her head. Foxglove carries herself with the air of someone who believes that they are better than everyone around them, because - to be blunt - she does.
Personality: Despite seeming fragile and delicate, Foxglove is in fact cruel, cold and manipulative. She cares for no one but herself, and has no trouble making this clear to those who seek her attention. More than happy to be alone, she doesn't go out of her way to stay away from other cats, merely ignoring those she does meet. Unless she decides she wants them. In the flick of a tail, Foxglove can become 'kind, sweet, gentle and oh-so flirty'. She is only like this around toms she wishes to take advantage of, pretending that she fancies them so that she can lure them into doing her bidding. And when she has had enough, she disappears. Or they do. Most of the time, however, Foxglove hates the company of other cats, shooting dirty looks and snide comments at them until they get the message and depart. She isn't against using her claws and teeth to get her point across - Foxglove has no problems with getting dirty - as long as she has the chance to clean herself afterwards.
Skills: Her ability to sweet-talk and manipulate toms (or the majority of them) means that Foxglove rarely has to do anything she doesn't want to. Also, the fact that she appears innocent and quite friendly looking at first glance is sometimes an advantage, although it often draws cats that don't know her in her direction.
Weakness: Foxglove has no idea how to love another. Her unpleasant personality has made her many enemies, but no friends. There is no one that Foxglove can truly rely on - not even herself. Foxglove isn't scared of humans. She is fed by them a lot, and sometimes ventures into their houses if she needs somewhere safe to rest. This could get her injured, captured or killed.
History: (She sounds so much like a Sue in this... But I love this history so I won't change it unless I have to. It doesn't really mean anything to Foxy anyway.) Foxglove was born on the streets. Her mother killed her other siblings at birth, but seemed to 'like' Foxglove more, so she let her live. The first few months of her life were average, and then came the male cats, following after her and her mother. At first she ignored them and so did her mother, letting them get close to them and then running away. But one day, her mother got protective of the males, driving Foxglove away from them. Foxglove retaliated, attacking her mother. Soon her anger had caused her mother's death and she gloated for a while, lapping up the males attention. Soon they began to get more boisterous and she made her exit, leaving her mother's body in the gutter.
Kin: Surprise? Darth Vader isn't on stage yet.
Mate/Crush: *look of disgust* MORDE MORDE MORDE MORDE, AHHAHAHAHHHH!
Other: Does she sound like a Mary-Sue? xD I'll edit with Robin in one moment.

Username: Nightingale~
Cat's Name: Robin
Gender: Tom-cat
Age: 24 moons
Description: Robin is a tall, lean, russet coloured cat. His fur is of a average length, he is not short haired, but also wouldn't be classed as a long haired. His paws are very small however, and he has quite short legs, so is better at hiding than running. He has a slender scar down his left shoulder, that stops when it meets the start of his leg - he got this wound when in a fight with a rat. His eyes are green, are wide set and are almond shaped. They seem to fill his whole face at times.
Personality: Robin is a quiet cat, he prefers to listen than talk. He likes being around other, strong cats, as they make him feel more secure in his surroundings. As he has been a stray for all his life, he is street-wise, and knows of a few good hiding places which he uses to his advantage in a fight. Despite his seemingly cowardly outlook, Robin is loyal to his friends, and if needed, would fight for them.
Skills: - He has the uncanny ability to be able to find and fit into the smallest spaces. He uses this skill when a fight breaks out that he doesn't want to get involved in, or when he just needs some peace and quiet.
- His independence. If the cats he is travelling with decide to leave / go in a different direction, Robin will not follow them. He was born alone, and has no problems with being alone.
Weakness: - If he sees a friend killed or injured, he will get revenge on the creature that did it, and he stalks them mindlessly.
- Believe it or not, when Robin first meets other cats, he can be extremely shy. He hardly talks until he feels he knows them well enough to strike up a conversation.
History: Robin was born in his mother's owner's garden shed. His other three siblings were stillborn, so his mother gave him a lot more attention, and he thrived, growing larger and plumper by the day. Meanwhile, a new family had moved in the house next-door, and they owned a dog. As Robin grew older, he began to venture outside more, beginning to climb the trees and garden fence, which annoyed the dog immensely. One day, the dog had had enough of the small cat taunting him from the top of the fence, and he began to jump up the wood, trying to get to Robin. The fence, not accustomed to this extra weight, collapsed, allowing the dog to attack Robin. Robin ran, over the back wall and into the city, leaving the dog to wreck havoc and chase Robin's mother until she took refuge on the garden shed, looking for her son. She never found him, and gave up after the dog was taken away and the fence repaired. Robin was now a stray. He was too scared to go home, and even if he wasn't, the cars roaring past terrified him, and he stayed huddled in a garbage can until he was brave enough to start life in the city.
Kin: Mother, possibly more siblings.
Mate/Crush: Nope~
Other: This is copy and pasted from the other CL, so it might be a bit dodgy.

Username: Nightingale~
Cat's Name: Fleck
Gender: Tom
Age: ...Younger than Layla..? xD Around 5-6 moons/months.
Description: A creamy white coloured cat, with dark brown flecks along his back and down his legs. They will darken as he ages. His eyes are a clear-as-crystal blue, but they are child-like and big on his face. He is a short haired cat, and is long in the legs but has a small body, so he seems quite gangly. His body will sort itself out soon, however.
Personality: Fleck is a very impressionable young cat. He believes must things cats tell him, usually without encouragement. He is also a follower, always shadowing cats he takes a liking to, or 'fancies'. He doesn't mind being ignored or bullied, as long as he is noticed. He finds the good in cats, and he tries to bring it out in them, often getting a lot of hurt feelings in the process.
Skills: His ability to follow. Wherever the cat goes, Fleck will follow - Whether it annoys them or not.
His legs. Due to the length of his legs, he is a very fast runner and climber.
His ability to see the good in cats. Even if they don't.
Weakness: His fear of claws and teeth. Although he will fight half-heartedly if forced, Fleck really doesn't like being on the receiving end of hatred, pain and violence.
His clumsiness. Even though he can run fast, it doesn't mean he has good co-ordination!
His willingness to help. No matter the cost. He is very impressionable, and usually does as he is told without questions.
History: Fleck was born in the same place as Robin was, to the same mother but a different father. He was brought more carefully than his older brother had been, and he had his other siblings to keep him company. As he got older, humans began to visit the shed, scrutinising him and his brothers and sisters. One day, he was out in a cardboard box and dumped in the back of a jeep. It didn't take him long to realise that staying there would be a bad idea, so he clawed his way out and leapt out the back of the vehicle when it reached the next set off traffic lights. It took him a few days to reach the city, and he decided to stay there rather than hunt around for his old home.
Kin: I think I might make him a brother-from-another-litter of Robin, just to make his form look interesting. ;D
Mate/Crush: I don't know whether he fancied Muse, but they seemed to be getting close. x3;
Other: He's not the brightest star in the sky, but he is by no means thick. He is just a cat that is willing to believe nearly anything, so he is gullible.
MORE COPY AN' PASTA RIGHT HERE YO!

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[I'll bring back Morde if you'd like. :3

Username: Fridgy da Squidgy
Cat's Name: Twinkle
Gender: male
Age: 7
Description: Twinkle's pelt is a light ginger-tabby color and is very fuzzy as it's still kitten fur. A pale streak of fur runs underneath him, down from his chin to his tail where it ends as a white tailtip. The stripes on his tail are thick and a very dark orange. They wrap around the full of his tail. His left ear is white, as well as the third toe on his right forepaw. Speaking of toes, he has an extra toe on each front foot. Two blue eyes sparkle brightly from his tiny furry face. He's a bit...er...'chubby' as he's a spoiled little kitten. And he's also a bit small for even a kitten.
Personality: Twinkle is an energetic and very happy cat. He's always looking at the brightside, though that's probably because there isn't much of a bad part to his life as a housecat. He's very curious, but wouldn't dare leave the front steps of his home for anything because of his loyalty to his owners. He's not afraid of anything or anyone, because he doesn't know that he should fear other animals and things. Also, he is very easily distracted. All these qualities can make him a very annoying cat to talk to.
Skills: That kitten charm? 8D He has that kitten speed and nimbleness and the ability to fit into very tiny spaces.
Weakness: His lack of fear, and the fact he's a tiny kitten. If he gets into a fight, there's a very litle chance he'll survive. He's also painfully gullible and will believe every word you say, which is definitely not an advantage to him.
History: Twinkle was born an alley cat, but he doesnt recall this. Actually, he recalls nothing of his past, he's far too young. Anyway, his small family [consisting of him, his mom and his brother] were found and brought to a pet shelter. At this point, Twinkle and his brother, Jay, were old enough to be seperated from their mom, so they were. Shortly after becoming up for adoption there, a family came in and took Twinkle and Jay home. They've lived there ever since. At first Twinkle was thought to be a girl, hence his name given by the youngest daughter of the family he was adopted into.
Kin: Jay [brother]
Mate/Crush: No one yet...
Other: La di da~

Username: Fridgy
Cat's Name: Jay
Gender: male
Age: 7 moons.
Description: Jay is a nearly pure gray cat. Nearly, as his front left leg is orange, with tabby markings of a darker orange color, as is his tail. On the topic of his tail, it's half the length of a normal tail. His pelt is fluffy since he still has his kitten fur. His eyes are a pale green color. Jay is very scrawy and lean since he doesn't eat much.
Personality: Jay is about as untrusting and scared of everything as it's possible to get. You won't find him warming up to anyone, he's even untrusting of Twinkle. His wariness is his greatest advantage, but also his worst weakness as it keeps him from going out to eat when humans are around, which is most of the time. He spends most of his time hiding from everyone and pretty much only comes out at night, when no one is around. He sees no point in playing and takes everything way too seriously. Don't even think about trying to sneak up on him because if you do manage to expect to be scratched.
Skills: He's very alert about everything, and is also a housecat...and he has quick reflexes.
Weakness: His fear of everything. ._.
History: Jay was born an alley cat, but he doesnt recall this. Anyway, his small family [consisting of him, his mom and his brother] were found and brought to a pet shelter. At this point, Jay and his brother, Twinkle, were old enough to be seperated from their mom, so they were. Jay was a bit of a momma's boy, so being taken away from his mom drove fear deep into him. He became afraid of everything since his mom was seperated from him. Shortly after becoming up for adoption there, a family came in and took Twinkle and Jay home. They've lived there ever since.
Kin: Twinkle [brother].
Mate/Crush: Nope. To afraid.
Other: *hums*

Username: Fridgy da Squidgy
Cat's Name: Mordecai
Gender: male
Age: 21 moons
Description: A tan tom with darker ears, tail and front legs. His pale brown pelt is dappled with a very dark, chocolatey brown. His eyes are multi-colored, the left one sky-blue and the right amber-yellow. His fur is short, as is his tail which is more of a bob than an actual tail. His paws, on the other hand, are a bit too large for him. His nose is a pale pink color.
Personality: Mordecai is an angsty young tom who'd rather laze around than do work. He sets himself apart from almost everyone because he thinks that they'll all judge him for his odd looks. He puts on a gruff exterior but, even though he doesn't realize it, he's lonely because of it. Mordecai responds very well to any praise and pretty much thirsts for compliments, being that he was always hated on.
Skills: Concealing himself. He can really hide himself if he wants to. It's not like he can turn invisible, but camoflage is his thing. He's a real actor too.
Weakness: He's too judgemental, on himself. He's always putting himself down.
History: Mordecai has quite an odd history. His father was a part siamese cat and his mother was a lynx in a low-budget zoo. He was raised by his mom until he was old enough to be on his own but he's still a bit messed up. He was the only kitten in his litter that was "cross". Basically, his sister was almost pure siamese and his brother almost pure lynx. He, however, was the awkward mix of the two. His siblings bugged him about it, and he never fit in, which lowered his self-esteem turning him into an insecure young tom. At the zoo, he was always oggled at and he never liked the feeling of being looked at. Some mean human kids made fun of him and tormented him both verbally and physically. He became thin and sick as he was afraid to leave the cave even to eat or drink. The zoo owner noticed this and decided that this wouldn't look good for the zoo so he set Mordecai into the wild forest behind the zoo. He really coudln't survive well in the forest so he found his way into the city. He found a home in Central Park and had lived there ever since.
Kin: None here.
Mate/Crush: Foxglove...^^
Other: MWAHAH. He's been ressurected. xD]

[pancreas]

(:D Really? You don't have to if you don't want to/have enough characters~)

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[Yeah, why not? I miss roleplaying him, actually x3
-adds his form-]

[.kestral]

OOC: Hopefully joining earlier this time means I wont feel so out of place.

Username:
Kestral&Leo
Cat's Name:
Cobalt
Gender:
Tom
Age:
Around 12 moons\months
Description:
Cobalt is an almost pure black tom cat. He has a small white smudge above his nose and his front left paw is white. He is bigger than the average cat, or he will be when he is full grown. His bright eyes are copper in colour. He has a scar on the back of each ear, one from a dog when he was younger and the other from a rock a human threw at him. He has another scar on the pad off his right back paw from where he stood on a piece of glass.
Personality:
Cobalts personality seems to change with the seasons. Most of the time he is a normal young tom who gives respect to people he thinks deserves it. Anyone else he will either treat as beneath him or ignore completly even if they are older then him. Anyone who tries to give him orders he will generally ignore or attack, he usually sticks to the ignore part when he can but occasionally he will lose his temper and without thinking will attack the cat, or dog in some cases even if they are much bigger than him. This has meant he has had to run away many times in the past. No one is sure what would happen with Cobalt if he found a friend as the few cats he respects enough to talk to he doesn't class as friends.
Skills:
Climbing - Cobalt is truly at home on the rooftops or in the tops of tree's. He is very sure footed and insists he will never fall and so far he hasn't but he knows not to take too big a risk because in a place like this if he fell he would stay down.
Fighting - Due to his fathers insistance Cobalt had to learn to fight early and so he is rather good at it but he tries not to fight unnecisarily and wouldn't do well against cats that relied on speed unless he could get a good grip.
Weakness:
His size - Cobalts size is both a strength and a weakness as it makes him slow and makes it a lot harder for him to fight if he cannot get a grip on his opponent.
Personality - Due to his personality Cobalt finds it hard to approach other cats and so he has no friends, having no friends means if something goes wrong he is alone. He knows its a problem but is unwilling to work on it.
History:
Cobalt was born to an ordinary pair of cat's. His father believed in his kits knowing how to fight and so he taught his son at a young age. Cobalt had an older brother who left a few months after he was born. He isn't sure what happened to him and hopes to find out one day. This young tom killed his first cat when he was six moons old, it was a kitten his father deemed to weak to survive. Since his fathers death at the wheels of a car however Cobalt hasn't actually killed.
Kin:
Brother called Copper
Mate/Crush:
None \ None
Other:
None

Username:
Kestral&leo
Cat's Name:
Copper
Gender:
Male\Tom
Age:
19 Months
Description:
Copper is a dark brown tabby. His thick, yet short fur is a true mix of black, brown and white. To use human terms he would be a spotted tabby but he just likes his fur colour. The bottom or his muzzle, his underbelly, his front left leg and the tip of his tail are all white. He has a thin scar across the top of his muzzle and his left ear is split into a deep V. His eyes fit his name and are a dark coppery colour. Copper is small and skinny and is built to move fast, he has strong muscles hidden in his lean frame.
Personality:
Copper unlike his brother is very approachable and friendly. He is kind to all, and will generally try to talk his way out of a fight as he finds violence makes things a lot worse most of the time, but dont think this makes him a wuss as he can still fight if required and is rather good at it. Copper tries to make friends when he can even thought he does like to have time to himself whenever possible.
Skills:
Fighting & Speed - Like his brother Copper knows his way around a fight. He can hold his own against most cats even if they are bigger than him. He uses his speed to his advantage both when he needs to run and when he needs to fight. His lack of size makes running easy and even joyful for him.
Weakness:
Being Alone - Copper hates being alone, he hates not having a companion and he sinks deep down into depression when he is alone. When this happens he lets everyone walk all over him.
History:
Like Cobalt when Copper was born his father began teaching him to fight. He carried on living under the older toms rules until his brother was six months old at which point he left leaving the young tom at the mercy of a monster, he cannot forgive himself for it and is searching for news on his brother. When he was around twelve moons, and his brother was seven moons Copper tricked his father into running into the path of a car and the creature that haunted the toms dreams was killed.
Kin:
Cobalt is his brother
Mate/Crush:
None for both
Other:
None

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[Accepted :3
I hope so.]

[MintCat]

Username: MintCat
Cat's Name: Cleopatra (Cleo)
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 6 months
Description: A very small and pretty golden dappled she-cat with long, silky fur.She has a thin frame with long legs and sharp claws. In the dirty alleyways and dumpsters, it's hard to keep her long golden fur clean, so her fur seems like a dirty gold/brown colour. She has shining light blue eyes with a dark blue ring around her pupils. She has strange markings around her eyes; pitch black rings that resemble Egyptian makeup. She wears a very ragged and dirty blue ribbon from her days as a kitten.
Personality: Cleo is very proud and wants to be the boss of everyone like a queen. However, with cats that are bigger than her, (not by size, by age) she acts like a sweet little kitten to them. She tries to act like royalty and tries to be polite and dignified, but when someone disrespects her, she will quickly flares up with anger if they are smaller or weaker than her. If they aren't, then she will bring on self-pity and act like a frightened kit.
Skills: She is strangely good at hunting for her age, and is very manipulative to others with her kitten like appearence. She is good at running due to her long legs, and is good at hunting because of her sharp claws. She also has a strange habit of ignoring cats she doesn't like and pretending they don't exist. She will walk right past them and say that there is noone there when others ask about them. Think of it as a disorder.
Weakness: Due to her small size and thin frame, she can't fight at all. She knows one or two moves, but due to her past, she just can't fight. She also has a royal type of temper, and thinks most cats are her subjects. She also has a strange habit of ignoring cats she doesn't like and pretending they don't exist. She will walk right past them and say that there is noone there when others ask about them. Think of it as a disorder.
History: She used to be a house cat in a rich family that came from Egypt, and lived like royalty with her owners, but when she turned 5 months, she was thrown out of her home for no apperant reason. She still kept her royal manner and her ribbon to remind her of her life as a house cat. She wandered the streets, getting bullied and hurt along the way. She kept searching for someone who would take care of her and keep her safe like her owners used to. However, as she grew a bit older, she realized that her previous owners had abandoned her, and that they didn't want her any more. Upon discovering this, she changed her feelings about toher cats, and decided that she didn't need anyone. She acted like royalty and looked down upon any cat that she felt was a lower ranking than her. One day, she met a very mean and tough tom who stole her prey. She challanged him at first, but when he started attacking and taunting her, she suddenly went into a kind of trance, and kept facing another direction and ignoring him. The tom got slightly frightened at her behaviour and ran away. As soon as he left, Cleo snapped out of the trance and returned back to normal. She didn't remember anything the tom did, and this kept happening whenever someone bothered her.
Kin: She can't remember if she had any because she was too young to remember anything when she was abandoned.
Mate/Crush: No one....yet...
Other: Nope...

Username: MintCat
Cat's Name: Muse
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 6 Months
Description: Muse is a very small she-cat with medium length, fluffy, pale silver fur that blends in with mist and fog. Her fur has some dashes, patches, and stripes on it in different shades of white, gray, and silver. Her eyes are compleatly black, providing a good background for a light blue rim around the bottom of her eyes. There are lots of silver and blue streaks on top of her eyes and her eyes are very big. She las long-limbed legs and a very graceful body structure.
Personality: Muse is a very shy and reserved kind of cat. She is believed to be mute because she almost never speaks. Very few people has heard her voice before, and somehow, the tone of it always changes for different cats who hears it. She hates fighting, and is the type of cats who would run away instead of stay and fight. She is slightly too mature for her age, but sometimes, her voice seems very childish. She can be very cold to cats she doesn't like, and was just simply walk away from them without saying a word. She hates lying, and will never lie if she has her say.
Skills: Muse has a strange knack for seeing if cats are telling lies. She also is very good at running, jumping, and climbing due to her body structure. One of her strongest points would be hunting, because of her ability to sneak up on cats and prey without them knowing along with her 'mute-ness'.
Weakness: Her weakness would be fighting, and never being able to voice her opinions. She sometimes can't talk, no matter how hard she tries. Also, if she hears someone lying, she will confront them, no matter how big, tough,or mean they are. If she gets hurt, she gets hurt, and she wil confront them again at a later time.
History: Muse doesn't remember much, only the fact that she was accused of killing a prized bird in her own home. Her family knew that if the owners didn't find the culprit, all the cats would get hurt. Muse knew that one of her sisters, a fat, muddy brown cat, killed and ate the bird, but couldn't tell her parents. Her sister hated her for her beauty and knew that Muse saw her, so she accused Muse of killing the bird. Of course, Muse couldn't defend herself, so she was banished from her home at the age of 5 months. That was the start of her hatred for liars, and as she was roaming, she set out a task that if she found a liar, she would confront them.
Kin: Her parents and her sister. Possibly still living...maybe dead.
Mate/Crush: She wants a cat who will love her for who she is and doesn't lie.
Other: Nope....

Username: MintCat
Cat's Name: Quicksilver
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 4 months old
Description: Quicksilver is a bright silver she-cat with sweet, yet dangerous-looking blue eyes. Her pelt is streaked with thin, pale silver stripes that wind together and end at her belly, under her tail, and near her chin and muzzle in dashes. The fur under her muzzle, chin, under her tail, and at her belly is lighter than the rest of her fur, and her tail is slightly fluffy and striped. Her build is thin and lanky, and with her long legs, small paws and sharp claws; perfect for running and climbing.
Personality: Slightly spiteful of humans due to an unknown reason. Quicksilver is quick to lash out with her sharp tounge and claws, and is slightly moody; changing from a sweet kit to a seductive she-cat in an instant. She is very mature for her age, both physically and mentally due to her past.
Skills: Quicksilver is very good at charming young toms into doing what she wants. When confronted with doing something bad, all she does is open her eyes wide in a look of shocked innocence and asked, "Me? No, it couldn't be me.... I'm only a bit older than a kit!" She is also good at running and hunting, and climbing with her sharp claws. Her speed is her main weapon, and she is stealthy; darting from dumpster to alleyway to cardboard box in an instant. Fighting is not really her strongest point, though she can do a few simple moves. Not that she needs to, of course, since she usually has a group of toms that would help her.
Weakness: Older she-cats. She absoloutly hates and detests them, with an exception of a few. She feels totally helpless aginst them, and will do everything she can to outsmart them. Another of her weaknesses is her unusuall mature-ness. She will criticize even the smallest and (her opinion) the most foolish mistakes.
History: Quicksilver was born in a kitten mill, a terrible place filled with inbreeding and cages with poor conditions. Since she was such a pretty cat, she was 'modified' physically and slightly mentally to be able to produce kits at an young age. However, she has no memory of that incident, and never got a chance to be bred. Instead, she hid in one of the shipment containers to a pet store, where she was bought very quickly by a rich family with a nice you girl. But soon, the young girl got sick, and and had to move, leaving the still-young kitten in the house. When the new family moved in, she was thrown out into the streets because the new couple hates cats. So, here she is now, young, vunerable, and wandering...
Kin: Her mother, and father back in the kitten mill. Unknown if they are dead or alive.
Mate/Crush: N/A
Other: Think of her as a smaller, nicer, and (prettier-maybe) version of Layla. ^.^

Username:MintCat
Cat's Name: Black
Gender: Female
Age:12 moons/months
Description: Black is a pure black she-cat with dark -almost pure black- eyes. She has a nick in her left ear and a deep bite mark in her kneck. She has many small scars on her body as well as her face.
Personality: Black is a shy she-cat. She can be cold to strangers but has a soft spot for kits and injured cats.
Skills: She is very good at hunting and climbing. She is very fast from running and swimming.
Weakness: She is horrible at fighting so she tries to practice running and climbing to protect her.
History: She doesn't remember much, just that she was dropped off at a dumpster when she was very young and that her mother didn't want her anymore. She woke up in a trash bag and got her ear in a metal fence and got it cut. When she was older, she got confronted by an older and bigger cat. She tried to fight but was too small to defend herself properly. She got bitten very deeply by the cat and recieved many scratches. So that time she was about 10 moons/months old and could think reasonably so she crawled into a cardboard box and stayed there until she was better. She felt that there wasn't much food there so she practiced and got better at hunting. She still can't fight and hates bullies because of her previous experiance.
Kin: Her mother, though she doesn't remember her.
Mate/Crush: Noone, she wants one though...
Other: Nada.

(Robin and Cleo...? :3)