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

[free.]

(Ahh...tank chu!)

Rage.
I clambered down from where I'd been resting, stretching each of my legs, and then my back. Yawning, I revealed my sharp whit teeth. I licked my chops, scenting fish. Padding towards the pier, I could see and hear the fisherman with their loads. Grinning, I slunk low and towards a rather sall and preocccupied fisherman. My mouth was watering at the thought of how some fish would taste. Freshly caught fish, as well. Okay, I was practically drooling. Swallowing, I stepped forwards and snatched a piece. I slithered backwards, only to stumble into something. Glancing back, I realized it was some she-cat. My eyes flew wide open, and I hunkered my huge frame down as much as possible. I sighed, because I was still towering over her. I didn't mean to look so big. It wasn't my fault I was gigantic and muscularly built. I gave her an apologetic, nervous smile. "Er, sorry miss. My apologies. I wasn't looking." I told her sheepishly, scuffling my paws as I righted myself and backed away from the fisherman. I set my fish down, settling down a few feet away from her. I supposed this was as good a day as any other to make a new friend.

[meveh]

{ Hello, Hello! I have returned from my mysterious absence! I've been getting ready for school, my apologies for said disappearance.
o wo Anyways, I do believe you may have flipped passed Red's form, as I do not see him on theeee....cat..list...thingy-doo. ^^; So! I have reposted below~

Also! Can I have a recap? And has any cat at all interacted with Cinder? xD }

{ I've made a new tom ^-^}

Username:
PuddingWaffles

Cat's Name: Red
Gender: Male
Age: 27 Moons

Description: Red is a sturdy-built tom, with strong, rippling muscles and thick fur. His russet-orange fur is especially thick on his neck and tail, so his appearence is very similar to a fox. His russet-colored pelt lightens around the belly and bib, and darkens on the ears, forehead, and tail. He has the signature tabby "M" on his forehead, and a single streak from eye to cheek, but other than that his coat is unmarked. His eyes are a deep shade of amber.

Personality: Red is irritible, and does not trust easily. He has a sharp tongue that can offend any cat, though he's learned to be a skilled fighter so he won't get a slash to the ear for spitting a rude comment somewhere. Some say he always manages to slip a negative word somewhere, no matter the conversation. He's very pessimistic.

Skills: Red is an amazing fighter; 'nuff said. xP He has this skill thanks to his father.
Weakness: Well, Red is obviously easy to snap and is very pessimistic. This can prove difficult in many situations, and he can get angered into battle easily.

History: It was a dark night of the new-moon, before Red was born. Red's mother was making her way down a particularly dark alleyway, in search for food. She didn't know that Fallon, Red's soon-to-be father was hiding in the shadows. His father wasn't the friendliest cat, and her mother was defenseless...(Im not gonna say it, but you can assume what happened D;) She gave birth to him and his sister in the winter; one of the worst seasons to have kittens in. She would hide them away in an old, abandoned building during the day so she could search for food, and would come back at night to care for them. One night, while returning home, Red's father found her once again, by mistake. After confronting her about the kits, and her refusing to show him where they were, he killed her. Red and Violet began to wonder where their mother had gone, and, being the curious kits they are, set out to search for her. Fallon had been searching for them, too, and all three ended up running into eachother. Fallon realized from their pelts that they were indeed his kits, and told them to follow him. Violet was unsure, and refused to until she found her mother. She had angered Fallon, and he killed her right infront of Red. Red was then scared for his life, and warily followed his father. His father brought him to his territory, and there raised him to be a fighter, and a pretty good one too. He was a natural. The images of his past still haunted him, though. As soon as he was old enough, Red snuck off, running as far away from his father as he possibly could without leaving the City. Even toady, his dreams are tainted with the terrible images of his past.

Kin:
Fallon { Father, Alive, Red sees him everyone so often but doesn't know of his permanent residence. }
Bird Song { Mother, Deceased, Killed by Fallon. }
Violet { Sister, Deceased, Killed by Fallon. }

Mate/Crush: "You're kidding. You're seriously kidding, right?"
Other: If you look at his picture, then Cinder's, they're looking at eachother xD Oh! And if someone wants to play his evil dad, feel free to xD
Also, sorry for the very uncreative, boring-to-read writing, I had a bit of writer's block..>.>

[free.]

(D'aww Red's a cutie! :3 Anyways, prob won't be on a lot next week, have swim team and soccer and stuff. Just wanted to let you guys know.)

[honeydont]

{x3 Pfft, Twinkle.}

"Thank you," Tannaheare muttered to Black. Twinkle had to be one of the thickest cats he ever met. This is what comes from living with humans, he thought in disgust. It takes your mind away. He flattened his ears when the kitten asked a question. "No, it does not mean fat!" Tannaheare barked.

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Larka gulped. The cat was coming closer, and in no way did it sound friendly. He poked his head around the corner to look at it, green eyes wide. Yep, coming closer. Larka quickly withdrew his head and squeezed against the brick wall. "I-I-I don't th-think so," he muttered quietly, holding his breath and hoping the other cat would pass him by.

[free.]

Dark.
My storm grey eyes narrowed in annoyance as the cat poked his head out, then withdrew. Coward. I thought in my head, a frown upon my rather broad silver and black tabby face. I slunk over against the wall, scenting the air. My ears flicked forwards,my tail twitched, and I grinned. Yep, the other cat, whomever he or she was, was here. In a flash, I leapt into the dark corner and planted myself firmly in front of the only opening. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was able to make out the cat. A male, and slightly smaller than me, by the looks of it. "Who are you? Why were you spying on me?!" I demanded, giing him a hard stare. OKay, maybe I was being a little agressive and paranoid, but it was too late to stop now.

[honeydont]

Larka jumped back when the cat leapt in front of the alleyway's opening. "I-I wasn't sp-spying!" He protested. "I h-heard a noise, so I w-w-went to see what i-it was." He glared at the other cat, trying to look threatening. It wasn't really working, as his thin frame was shaking. Larka blinked a few times, trying to make out the other cat's features. Something about her voice - it sounded like a she-cat - sounded vaguely familiar.

[free.]

Dark.
I narrowed my silver grey eyes even further, staring at this new cat for more than a full minute bfore backing off with a small smile of amusement. "Well even I can see you're not lying." I snorted, glancing his trembling frame up and down. As I studied him for a few moments, somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought he looked familiar. But presently, I wasn't sure who he was, and couldn't put a name to his face. Settling down into a more relaxed position, I offered up a rather wry and crooked smile. "The names Dark. Who are you?" I was blunt, and to the point. Of course, unless I was being sarcastic. One of my favorite pastimes.

[honeydont]

"I-I don't l-l-l-lie," Larka stuttered out, the last word almost tripping him up. He'd always ahd trouble with 'L's. What kind of a letter was that? L. L. Larka stopped thinking about it when he realized he was muttering under his breath. "I d-don't." It was true; his ma would always give him a stern tounge-lashing if he did. When the she-cat spoke, he stiffened. "D-dark? It's me, L-larka!" The tom broke out into a smile; he hadn't seen Dark for ages.

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Username:YamiKokono
Cat's Name: Jonathan Clark
Gender: Male
Age: 50 Moons
Description: Jonathan Clark is, to put it simply, round. He's fat, with short, stubby little legs, small ears, and no tail. His face is broad, his paws ptite, and his whiskers a scraggled mess. Clark's thick, plush fur is pitch black and very shiny. His nose and paw pads are a bright pink, and his perfectly round eyes are a baby-blue color.
Personality: Jonathan Clark, or Clark as he goes by, is the epitome of a houscat. He's lazy and completly accustomed to the comfortable life. He's a bit spoiled, not that he tries to be; he's just used to being served everything. Beneath is soft exterior, though, is a heart of gold. Clark is very gentle, very calm, and extremely sweet. He's curious and friendly, which is why he bothers to venture beyond the front steps of his house. He's not the smartest cat, and talking to him can be a bit infuriating.
Skills: The only thing that Clark really has going for him is his friendliness with humans.
Weakness: Clark couldn't hunt to save his life, he has no fighting skills at all, and gets lost very easily.
History: Clark was born in another household in the city, along with seven other littermates. His mother's owners decided nine cats was too much, so when Clark and his siblings were old enough, they dropped them off at a local shelter. Clark spend approxamently two months there before being adopted by a couple with a young son. He's been with them ever since.
Kin: Daffodil {mother} ; Lotus, Blackie, Twinkle, Berry {sisters} ; Tom, Fredrick, Mr. Poppins {brothers}
Mate/Crush: None
Other: I likes Mr. Jonathan Clark. >:}3-

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Dark.
"Hmmmm...very noble, no lying." I chuckled, then froze as he spoke my name and otld me his. I glanced him up and down, slower this time. Why hadn't I recognized him? "No wonder, Larak! YOu're scrawnier than when we hung out, and you're stuttering more." I told him, quite honestly. "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, though. I honestly do feel bad now." I murmured, becoming more relaxed. Larka was a rather good and close friend, and I don't know how I oculd have missed him. I mean, he was so...so...unique. So....Larka. But I comforted my troubled and annoyed mind by telling myself that it was dark, I was being rather paranoid, and he looked different. I smiled at him, this one friendly and warm. "How are you, old friend?" I asked with a slight chuckle, moving away from the entrance so some light could filter in.

[surreal adventure]

Username: JoyfulWolfSoul
Cat's Name: Neptune
Gender: Female
Age: 45 moons
Description: She's very small, slender and bony, allowing her to be quick and agile. She's also very flexible. She can hide behind things easily and slip through small gaps and passageways. She is jet black all over, just jet black. She has purple violet eyes. That's about it.
Personality: Grumpy and cold most of the time, usually keeps to herself. She has a sarcastic and crude outlook on life, and is always there to pick a bone with any cat. If you really earn her trust, REALLY, she might warm up to you. Might. She can be pretty loving. After a lot of time to get her to like you, that is.
Skills: Is good at hiding in shadows and behind objects, considering she's jet black, and very tiny.
Weakness: Mice/rats. She hates them. SOOOOOO much. It's not regular, it's irregular. Deal with it. ^.^
History: Her parents both got captured by the pound people. One day they were roaming the streets, and she was still a kit, and they turned a corner, only to find two large, muscular humans with large, not-so-comfortable looking nets. They swooped 'em down and caught her parents before she could say 'cheese'! She chased after their white van for a while, and when she reached the pound, when the humans had left their cage stall for a moment to check something, she snuck in and tried to save them, but she just couldn't. Her parents smiled sadly and told her to go on without them, but it took a lot of convincing; who could let go of their parents? She finally did, reluctantly, and came back to New York, scrounging around for food on her own, trying to survive on even the slightest bit of left over tuna.
Kin: None. Her only kin were her parents. She was the only kit to survive her litter, really. The others died at birth.
Mate/Crush: None, and MAYBE wants one, but wants a cat who will accept her for her. She may be bitter, yes, and she admits it, she knows it, but she knows some cat will love her, and she'll love them.
Other: My 2nd attempt at joining this RP. Hope this works? >.<