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

[duckteeth]

[Accepted, I've added him ^^]

[meveh]

{ I remember you! ^-^ }

c i n d e r
Cinder balanced on top of a bench, walking calmly over the the other edge of the table. When she reached the end, dhe deicately leaped onto it, sniffing at the human food left overs. The was some crust of a sandwhich, but other than that it was slim pickings. She happily nibbled on the bread, peering up every now and again for danger.


r e d
Red padded swiftly down the alley, his head hanging low, but not from shame. He rounded a corner, continuing down the pitch-black alley until he reached the exit to a sidewalk and street. He peered around the corner; there didn't seem to be too much danger. So, he continued down the sidewalk, head whipping back every so often to see if anyone was following him.

[pancreas]

( Yay, you're back! *glomps* Layla again? x3 Foxy's already here, come join the partaay~ )

[MintCat]

(Well, Quicksilver won't really stay with Morde unless she really has to... So I was wondering about killing her off.... And Foxy can't meet Morde that quickly, so.... And I would reply, but I'm on my DSI, so I can't really write well... This post alone took me like, 5 minutes... =___=)

[duckteeth]

[Killing off Quicksilver?]

[free.]

Username:
Running Free

Cat's Name:
Layla

Gender:
She-cat

Age:
Ten Moons || A little under one year

Description:
Layla is a very small cat. Tiny, in fact, if truth be told. She's so small that at times others have mistaken her for a young kit. She got petite features, and her build is slim. Her paws are small and dainty, tipped by white, and her legs are long and slender. Out of her paws protude very long and sharp claws in which could easily spill the blood of another. Layla has a long and slender tail in which is tipped by white. Her face is narrow and triangular, her nose pink. She has long, sharp teeth in which are white and clean. Her ears are small and she has long whiskers. Layla's main fur color is a silvery grey color. She has only slightly darker grey tabby stripes running over the length of her body. The most interesting thing about Layla would perhaps be her eyes. They are large and round, and very blue. A deep royal blue. All in all, Layla is a very pretty cat.

Personality:
Layla has two personalities, a fake one, and the true her. Her fake one is a sweet, innocent young cat who has a pure heart and good intentions. She may seem naive and unsure, even timid. She will act scared and weak. This is Layla's greatest defense. For the true Layla is wise beyond her years. She is extremely mature and tuned into the world. She can quickly judge other's personality and weakness with a single glance. Her true emotions are always hidden behind those beautiful big blue eyes. Layla is a killer at heart. She is evil, cunning, and clever She won't hesitate to kill, and won't think twice about it. She has no remorse and no guilt, and is a dangerous enemy to have. She would be a good ally, but beware, for Layla has no loyalties and could turn on you in the blink of an eyes. She's good at dissapearing and cleaning up her mess, and is an excellent liar. She's a backstabbing no good cat with a devious mind of her own. She's a bit mental, actually, having been raised from a young age to kill, and brought up to believe she was a horrible cat and deserved punishment and that others did as well.

Skills:
Layla is an excellent liar and deciever. She can fight and kill silently and quickly. Layla has almost no fears, and can find a cat's weakness quite easily.

Weakness:
Layla usually ends up getting tangled up in her lies. She has many enemies and many who want her dead. Layla is deathly afriad of fire, though this is a deep down secret that no one knows, for she has never spoken of it.

History:
Layla was born into a human family, whom upon realizing their cat had kittens, was thrown out. This began the lifelong hatred of hers for humans. She struck out with her brother and sister and found a small town to stay in. One night, a fire grew, and killed Layla's sister. Her brother and her were able to get out int time, and continued traveling. Fire became Layla's greatest fear. As she and her brother traveled, Layla just grew angrier and angrier at her life, and would often lash out at other cats. She ended up accidentally killing a cat named Missy, and fled from her brother and the town. Now she resides here in the city and as her anger grows, so does her mental state. Really, Layla isn't quite right in the head. (IDK, I'm not feeling creative and this was the best history I could come up with for my killer kitty)

Kin:
Brother ||Status Unkown

Mate/Crush:
None

Other:
Don't worry, she won't kill Mordecai this time...XD...and no brainwashing, I promise. Oh and can we pretty please not have the kitties know how evil Layla truly is, and be fooled by her kit-like innocence? Oh and I'm on my sister's old account, I've taken over her RP's and character's and such....just FYI. I know she posted on her at some point, but I don't think she ever really RP'd on City Lights all that much.

Username:
Free

Cat's Name:
Rage

Gender:
Tom

Age:
Five years || I don't feel like doing the math for how many months that is XD

Description:
Rage is a large cat. In fact, he towers over most other cats. He is big boned and extremely muscular and powerful. He could easily bowl you over, not that he'd want to. In fact, Rage spends most of his time trying to hunch himself down and appear smaller. His head is broad and his body just massive. He has deep amber eyes that seem crimson. He has large paws and short fur. He is a reddish brown in color, with black tabby stripes running the length of his body. Rage's head is often ducked, and his shoulders hunched. He is often in a crouching position, trying to make himself appear smaller than he really is.

Personality:
Rage, due to his name, might be thought of as scary, violent even. When in truth, Rage is a very nice cat. He is funny, smart, and of course, sarcastic. Sarcasm seems to be his favorite pastime, and he enjoys being sarcastic very much. He is a very kind and noble cat, with a true heart and good, clear intentions. He is truthful and sweet, even perhaps romantic at times. In truth, he got his name from when he was a pampered spoiled kitten. If he did not get what he wanted, Rage would....go into a rage. He would throw a fit, wailing and meowing and never shutting up until he got what he wanted. He is sheepish of those days, yet at times, Rage will break down and have adult tantrums when things go wrong in his life. He often tries to make up for him being so big and scary looking, though, by being the nice cat he is. Perhaps sometimes he is even a little too nice.

Skills:
Scaring cats....though he doesn't mean to. He's a great hunter, and that's about it.

Weakness:
Rage is really a big sweetheart. The word 'no' is not in his vocabulary, and he finds that he wants to please everyone, no matter the cost. He's also so big that he can't fit into small spaces, and it's hard for him to go unnoticed. And climbing trees, that's hard for him as well.

History:
Rage was born an alley cat and has stayed one since. His history isn't really all that interesting. He was raised by a loving mother and grew up playing with his siblings. One of his brothers was hit by a car and died, another adopted into a human family. Rage himself set out one day, being the adventurous cat he is. He traveled much and grew to learn many things. Eventually he settled down here in the city to a hopefully quiet life.

Kin:
None

Mate/Crush:
None

Other:
Nope

[size=85](I'll make mre kitties later, I promise. JUst too laxy right now...XD Nice to see you too Nightingale! )

[duckteeth]

[:D
I'll add you. I missed roleplaying with ya'.
And no, she didn't really RP on CL that much. Of course, it died shortly after she joined but...]

[free.]

(Yeah, she's known for just joining things and then never posting....oh well thats alright. Yeah I missed Rping with ya guys as well. I probably won't be on all that much though, because I have school and a TON of afterschool activites. Literally, the only day I don't have something going on is usually friday, aside from school of course. So just bear with me ^-^)

[duckteeth]

[That's fine. School's starting in a few days for me too, so I'm probably not gonna get on much either...We'll keep you informed as well as we can :3]

[free.]

(Alrighty, tank chu)

Layla.
I padded through the city streets, my paws now used to the hard, rough pavement. I glanced up at the sky, where

dark clouds loomed overhead. I shivered at the thought of a storm. I hated being wet. It was just so irritating,

and it made me cold and look horrible. Not to mention the fact that I would have to spend hours cleaning my fur

afterwards. I grimaced at the thought, glancing down at my already well groomed silver tabby fur. I leapt up onto

a half-wall, glancing around for a quick meal. I wasn't known to prowl the dumpsters, since that would also soil my

fur. I'm more of a park cat. I like catching birds or rats or whatever I can. But the park is a long ways off, and I'm

too tired to walk that way. Deciding that I'll have to clean my fur anyways if it rains, I gingerly leap down into a

dumpster, shuddering at it's stench. I deftly pick through the scraps, eventually finding a small amount of chicken

breast. I leap back out of the dumpster and back onto the half-wall, where I begin to tuck into me feast. It's not

bad, still slightly warm and all. I finish quickly, before settling down on the wall, my paws tucked under me, to

enjoy the last bit of sunshine before it rains.