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

[pancreas]

(If you kill Morde again, I-I'll... Be very upset. x3
Mint - Oh, that was it! :3 Okie, I'll find his form~ And don't worry, he won't. >.<)

Robin padded along the crates that bordered the alley, his bushy tail flicking slightly. Pausing at the end, the tom looked around quickly before leaping neatly to the ground. Freezing in a crouch, he surveyed the area swiftly. "All clear," He muttered, straightening up and trotting forwards, making his way down the deserted pavement in search of food, "Now for breakfast." Shooting a glance behind him, Robin sped up, his paws carrying him down the familiar path to the patch of grass in the centre if the city. Here, he'd find something to fill his stomach with. Maybe that old lady with the bread would be there again. She hadn't seemed to happy with him scaring away the pigeons that were obviously trying to mob her, and to be truthful, he wasn't that fond on the hard crusts he had saved from the bird's scavenging beaks, but at least it was food. Letting out a sigh, Robin turned the corner, weaved his way through a forest of moving legs, dodged past a yapping dog on a lead, and galloped onto the park, forgetting himself momentarily as he raced across the grass.

Foxglove glared. From where she was sat, on top of the cleanest wall she could find, next to the current house she was temporarily occupying. And to her immense irritation, the kitten across from across the road was directly in her line of view. Tapping her tail against the wall in annoyance, she continued to stare, hoping that the kitten would get the message and move. Sighing exaggeratedly as it moved into a 'hunting crouch', Foxglove rose gracefully to her paws and jumped down from her seat. Shooting a contemptuous look in the kitten's direction, she flounced off, away from the house she had been using for the past two nights. The human had fed her well, but she wasn't a fan of tuna. And besides, she was bored of the human, bored of the house, and bored of watching a certain kitten's pathetic antics. Or were there two of the little runts? "Don't know, don't care." She snorted, raising her head and sniffing with disgust.

[honeydont]

Username: YamiKokono
Cat's Name: Tannaheare
Gender: Male
Age: 22 Moons
Description: Tannaheare is a large, well-muscled cat with a short, gray-brown coat. He has a a russet-colored patch of fur over his right eye, and several smaller russet and black spots scattered across his hindquarters. His face, shoulders, front legs and tai lare striped. The tip of Tannaheare's tail is white, as are the toes on his back left paw. A scar runs across the bridge of his nose, and another one mars his shoulder. Tannaheare's eyes are a deep umber.
Personality: Tannaheare is a deeply conflicted cat. The impression that he gives off is of a cold, battle-scarred, and frankly, heartless tom. He's not quite as chilly as he seems, but he is a very violent, very angry, very haunted sort of cat. His first reaction in almost any situation is to attack others. Tannaheare can be a bit of a bully, and will lash out blindly when he is upset. He is slow to make friends; however, if you are one of the few cats he cares about, he will never leave you. Tannaheare has assumed a 'guardian angel' type role for she-cats and kittens, albiet a very grumpy one. He's prone to mental breakdowns, stemming from his traumatic past.
Skills: Tannaheare is a skilled fighter and is fairly adept at finding food.
Weakness: Tannaheare refuses to accept help from anyone, and his blind anger often lands him in sticky situations.
History: Tannaheare was born to a stray in one of the numerous back alleys of the city. About two months after he and his littermates were born, his mother and two sisters were killed by a she-cat known as Mama. Mama stole Tannaheare and his brother and raised them as her own. Once they were old enough to be useful, Mama forced them into servitude, along with the other twenty-or-so kittens she had stolen as well. Tannaheare, known as Number Twenty-One turned out to be a poor servant, with his insolence and refusal to be humble. To teach him a lesson, Mama had Thirteen, her second in command, kill his brother. This incident ultimetly lead to Tannaheare killing Mama, ending her abusive reign. Since then, he has wandered the streets.
Kin: Number Twenty-Two {Brother; deceased}
Mate/Crush: Squirrel. .0.
Other: He's changed quite a bit from his orginal design. 0.o

Username: YamiKokono
Cat's Name: Number Thirteen
Gender: Female
Age: 31 Moons
Description: Thirteen is a small, black-and white she-cat with bright green eyes. She has a long tail that is constantly getting trodden upon, and comparitevly short legs. Her coat is medium length, thin, and rather scruffy. Thirteen lends and air of kit-like innocence, and that, coupled with her wide eyes and interesting take on life, often leads others to beleive she is a kitten.
Personality: Thirteen, to put it simply, is lost. She operates best under other's command, because it's all she's ever known. Thirteen can be incredibly stubborn, refusing to budge on a topic even when she knows she's wrong. Thirteen can be quite sweet to those she's fond of, but it takes a long while for her to warm up to others. Being raised by Mama broke her mind, and she's stuck in the mindset of a kit. Thirteen can't comprehend death or suffering, and treats it like it's part of a game. Her overall image to others is of a timid, shy she-cat who doesn't quite know what to do.
Skills: Thirteen is an excellent hider, and is quite speedy. As well, Thirteen will listen to anyone's commands without an argument.
Weakness: Her willingness to obey others can pose a problem. If she's caught between two conflicting otders, Thirteen will have a breakdown. Her loudness and lack of tact are also prevaling issues.
History: Thirteen, like Tannaheare, was stolen from her mother by the same she-cat. but unlike Tannaheare, Thirteen grew up believing that Mama was her mother. She adored her, and often assisted her in stealing kits. What Thirteen didn't know, however, was that her Mama would kill the parents after the kits had been spirited away. she killed Tannaheare's younger littermate at an order, as Mama always told her the kits would go to the Happy Place. Thirteen often daydreams about going there, and seeing Mama again. Thirteen hates Tannaheare with a passion and is constantly searching for him, in order to extract her revenge.
Kin: None
Mate/Crush: None
Other:

Username: YamiKokono
Cat's Name: Larka
Gender: Male
Age: 25 Moons
Description: Larka is a skinny, twitchy cat with gangly limbs, a long tail, and large ears. He is mainly black, with his chest, belly, paws, tailtip, and most of his face being white. Larka's eyes are a bright yellow, and his nose is a pale pink. He speaks with a stutter.
Personality: Larka is a timid, nervous sort of cat. He's a bit of a scardey-cat, to tell the truth, and would rather hide than face danger. He has no desire to accomplish anything besides staying alive. Larka is a sweet cat, however, and can be a bit naive. He's very chivalrous towards she-cats. He finds it hard to make friends, beleiving that no cat would want to hang around him. Larka's easily bossed around, and is a non-stop worrier.
Skills: Larka's good at foraging, hiding, and so forther. The skills needed by a cat to survive in the alleys.
Weakness: His timidty is his major weakness. Larka won't put up a fight in most cases. His stutter can also get in the way at times.
History: Larka was born in the alleys to a stay. He never knew his father, and had a poor relationship with his siblings, as he was the runt of the litter. Larka was often bullied by other kits, and occasionally, adult cats. This constant harrasment led him to withdraw from others. It was around this time that he developed his stutter. When he was old enough to fend for himself, he left.
Kin: None
Mate/Crush: Dark
Other:

Yay, Mordecai's back! <3

[.kestral]

Cobalt
Cobalt walked down the street, his ears were perked and alert and he was tense ready for any danger. His black fur was dirty and dusty from all the travelling he had done that day. He had walked miles, sick of his old home he had been searching for a new one. And now he stopped, a small alleyway, if it could be called that with its single entrance was in front of him and he twitched his ears before padding into the dimly lit entryway. He found a small gap in a fence in the alleyway that led into a large gap in a bunch of brambles and bushes. He crawled in and settled down with a content smile. The tunnel was unused.

Copper
The young brown tabby tom cat padded through the streets with a small smile on his face. The sun was shining, well what you could see of it. The dogs were barking and he could smell cats nearby. He twitched his long tail and his ears and yawned slightly. He leapt onto a fence padding along the top contently.
"How I love being free" he said waving his tail cheekily to a pet cat in a window. The pampered cat was fat and well fed while he was skinny and needed a good meal. But unlike the pet he had freedom and thats all that he needed.

[duckteeth]

[@Yami; :D Nice to see ya again. -adds everyone-
x3 I didn't realize you people like Morde so much. AH. I forgot Squirrel D:
Username: Fridgy da Squidgy
Cat's Name: Squirrel(Though, behind her back some cats call her Nuts)
Gender: female
Age: 22 1/2 moons old
Description: Squirrel is a gold colored she-cat with slightly darker classic tabby stripes. Her eyes are a pale sea green. Squirrel looks fragile and delicate, with her tiny paws and thin frame. She has a slightly haunted look about her. Some might call her beautiful, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She regularly dusts herself with ash and soot and other such stuff so her naturally bright fur coloring doesn't shine so brightly in the alleys.
Personality: Squirrel is a quiet and observant she-cat, but is afraid of nearly everything. She always thinks of the worst-case scenario, which keeps her from trying anythign remotely dangerous. Among other things, she is also afriad to fall in love. She thinks that any cat that she falls in love with will somehow break her heart. She is also incredibly uptight, like a coiled spring. You scare her, and she'll jump.
Skills: Speed. Squirrel is a speedy cat, due to her light weight. Also, though it is also a weakness, her fore-thought, if you can call it that, has kept her from hurting herself in many an occaision.
Weakness: Her dark thinking. Since she always pictures the worst, which can sometimes send her to bed with an empty stomach.
History: When Squirrel was younger she was a happy-go-lucky she-cat with a taste for adeventure. She and her brother, Klim, were always exploring the small farm-like park she grew up in. One day one of the kittens from the other little of cats that had been birthed in the farm dared she and her brother to go out into the forest on the edge of the farm and spend the night. They made it alright through the first hours in the forest, but when night came and the cats fell asleep tradgedy struck. A group of foul teenagers, drunk, found the two kittens and began to torment them. In the end the teens threw the cats into a muddy ditch and left them to die. Klim did die, but somehow Squirrel survived. Seeing her brother killed before her own eyes, and his death partially her fault for being the one to accept the bet, changed her. Instead of returning home, she dug and hole and buried her brother in it then left the farm. She found her way into the city but she was a haunted, scared cat by then, and only lived in the city because she could go around unnoticed.
Kin: dead
Mate/Crush: Tannaheare<3
Other: Nope...]

Twinkle saw movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up quickly, scaring the pigeon and making it fly away in a flurry of noisy flaps. A she-cat, that reddish one that had been living across the street for a while. She seemed to be walking away. "Hey! Where're you going?" He meowed as loudly as he could, prancing to the bottom of the concrete steps and sitting, watching the cat. "Why're you leaving?"
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Squirrel opened her amber eyes as a sliver of sunlight hit her face. With a jolt, she sat up and looked around her. She was in her den, the tube of metal that she'd been lucky enough to chance upon a few nights ago. Sniffing the air in quick breathes, she smelled nothing besides her scent and the scent of the city. Her mouth split open into a yawn before she crept out of the pipe, making herself as small as possible.

[.Fubuki Shirou.]

Username:
ℓι†нι∪м "Wolffy," "Lithium," and "Wolffy88."
Cat's Name:
Akaro
[Pronounced Ah-kah-row]
Gender:
Male
Age:
Twenty-six Moons
Description:
Akaro's eyes are pure dark green, which high-light with green and light green when the sunlight hits correctly. He stands ten inches high, eighteen point three inches from head to tail and he weighs about ten pounds. From a birth defect, his ears are weak and will always be slightly hanging forward or backwards, and sometimes will be completely laid back against his head. Akaro isn’t the fluffiest cat for sure, but he is just a bit fluffier than most. His nose is light pink and has jots of lack and gray on the bottom of it, and any light pink that would be there would be darker to almost fit the black and gray colors there. As for fur color, his whole coat would be black, but he has some brown, light brown and golden colors blotting all over him. His right front leg has a white sock though, and his mouth is also colored white.
Personality:
Akaro is a bit a pretty large flirt, so he might flirt with any females without knowing. He’s also really friendly, but he doesn’t really talk to anyone, for he is an introvert like. Being an introvert also means he hates staying out in publicfor a long time (As in: He hates being watched for a very long time), and usually won’t talk to anyone unless they talk to him, you’re a family member or friend of his or he has a reason to talk to you, other than that, it’s just best to watch his body language. He’s usually spending time on his own, and sometimes grieving over the past, which he really hates to do. At times, he can be a bit depressing, like some stuff he says can be powerful, yet sad or emotional. And if you get him to consider you a friend, you can believe he understands the true meaning of friendship; as for he won’t betray you in anyway, is willing to die for you, is ready to help you with any problems, and is always forgiving. Not to forget, he will not shut up if you talk to him about something he’s interested in.
Skills:
His skills would be being a true allie, and hunting. Nothing all too much.
Weakness:
His weakness would be that he is to open-minded, and trusts others too fast. He is also too forgiving, and will pretty much forgive any of his friends for anything they do, no matter how painful what they did was. Akaro is also a bit clumsy, so you can expect him to fall out of a branch anytime. Being clumsy also brings down his hunting skills, although he still a rather good hunter. But as he would always say, “I ain’t tryin’ to hide my flaws, I’d rather keep ‘em in the light.”
History:
Akaro grew up pretty nicely, with his mother and siblings, then after a while when he and his siblings had gotten old enough, they went their own ways. He never knew his father, and his father was supposedly dead from getting hit by a car, although no one really knew, they never found his corpse. It never really effected Aka in any kind of way. After about reaching a year old he had found a companion to travel with, and his name was Toshi. They traveled with each other for some months, always wondering what would happen in the day and they were always looking for exciting and fun things to do. At times, sometimes getting involved with other cats, owned or strays. But soon enough animal control got a hold of Toshi, and Akaro only stay there in a corner, afraid and unable to move. Toshi only told Akaro to keep away, that he should at least save him self, and Akaro had listened, and as said, it wouldn’t matter, for he was afraid and enable to move anyways. Pretty much after that, all he’s done was just wonder around, grieving over the loss of his best friend, and that was when he decided to “Man Up” and when ever a friend was in danger, to fight for them and protect them. He’s been able to get over the loss of his best friend since then, but will sometimes get a little upset over some things.
Kin:
None that he's aware of.
Mate/Crush:
Hopes for one/No one currently.
Other:
He has a nickname, and that‘s "Aka"

[meveh]

{ I tried joining the first thread, but at that point there was maybe 200 pages and I didn't know where to jump in xD }

C i n d e r
Cinder pricked her ears, a distant yowl of some far-off cat echoing through the dark alley way she was huddling in. She twitched her ears at the noise as she slid forward, towards the opening to the street. She peered around the corner of the alley, her eyes laying on a slim tom peering into the window of some house cat's residence. She gave a snort and continued on, tensing herself in preparence for running across the street. She looked down to the stoplight; cars were still waiting for the light to turn green. She seized that chance to dash swiftly across, ending up on the other side safely, but panting.

{ Hope you don't mind me interacting with other characters xD }

[MintCat]

Quicksilver strutted around the alleyways, her tail swishing. Sniffing the air, she soon caught a whiff of... Chicken. Her stomach rumbled, and she followed the warm scent, her nose twiching. As she came to a dumpster, she glanced around for some cats that could possibly take the prey around. Hopefully some toms would be around so that she could "befriend" them. Smirking,s he leapt gracefully into the dumpster, digging around before sitting up triumphantly with a large chicken, still partially warm. Digging in, Quicksilver let out a purr...

Cleo skulked around the alleyways, her blue eyes wide with fear and nervousness. Spotting a large grass feild, her eyes widened with fond memories as she pranced in it, missing a large dog on a leash. The tattered blue ribbon that hung from her kneck fluttered slightly in the breeze, and she closed her eyes, remembering the fond memories of her home with the rich people. She suddenly crashed into another cat, a tom. Letting out a loud wail, she stumbled back, her eyes scared as she bristled and tired to edge away from the cat.

Black darted around the alleyways and she saw a fox-coloured cat. Pausing, she slid her claws out, wary of the she-cat. She kinked her tail over her back, trying to show that she didn't mean any harm. Her near-black eyes narrowing slightly, Black took a few steps foreward, mewing, "Hello..." And twiched her tail unsure if the she-cat will attack or not. Suddenly tensing at the arrival of the other tom, she took a step back, her tail fluffing up slightly. "Who are you...?" She demanded, her voice taking on a more dangerous tone as she remembered the tom that gave her the scar on her kneck.

Muse hid in an alleyway, her eyes wide with fear. Trembling slightly, she pressed herself as a big black tom padded into the tunnel she was hiding in. It was typical that he didn't scent her; she had been in here for days, her scent fading away as she stayed there with the brambles and bushes. The plant scent had mingled with hers, hiding Muse's smell. She couldn't help but let out a little mewl, like a kit would make, dispite her muteness.

[shadow;]

Alyx looked down on the ground from her tree, waiting for her chance to grab a bite from something in the garbage can. It was pretty low, so she could get it. She jumped down from the tree. She yowled when she hit the ground. " My paw." Alyx whined, licking it. She put her paws on the side of the garbage can and wiggled in. She began to pick through. " Yes! Score! I found meat!" She mewed to herself as she found a hotdog with a bite out of it. Alyx didn't get any meat yesterday so she was exited. She jumped out and limped her way over to a dumpster. She crawled under it with her back pressed up against the bottom. She did not care about it, she only cared about her hotdog right then. She purred while she ate it. Yesterday she found some salid, so this was delicious to her. When she was done she started to walk around. She sniffed around for more food. She started to track a mouse that scurried by, but lost it.

[duckteeth]

[@Lithium, I'll add you :3
@doggers, it's currently only the afternoon.]

[honeydont]

Tannaheare glared at the sun with distaste, trying to ignore a particulary painful headache that was currently assaulting him as he stretched, digging his claws into the rotting floorboards of the room he called his home. He'd woken only minutes ago, due to the annoyance of a dog further down the street who was heartily exercising his lungs. Tannaheare jumped to the windowsill, the wood crumbling beneath his paws, and surveyed the city. He blinked his umber eyes and licked the wound on his lower leg. He'd gotten into a scrap with another tom last night and had limped back here, losing the pigeon he'd been trying to bring to Squirrel in the process. Perhaps he'd try again today.

~

Thirteen brought her tail closer to her nose, trying to ignore the sunlight that trickled into the narrow, dank alley. She didn't want to get up. The little she-cat had been having a wonderful dream; she was with Mama in the Happy Place, and Twenty-One was dead. Thirteen sighed and poked her head above the rim of the soggy cardboard box she'd slept in last night and looked down the alleyway. She'd lost Bandit and Strike yesterday, having gotten confsued in the maze of alleys. She missed them. "Where'd you go?" Thirteen whined.

~

Larka pulled himself out of the upturned trashcan, grimacing slightly as pain shot through his wounded shoulder. Nothing good here, he grumbled to himself. His belly was rumbling rather inistantly, and he was having no luck finding lunch. The tom limped further down the alley, nose twitching as a delicious smell came to him. "A-a-ha!" Larka crowed as he spotted the remains of someone's pizza dinner. He settled down stiffly, his shoulder twinging again. He ran his tounge across it raspily. It was healing as quickly as could be expected; getting hit with a car took a while to get over.