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

[MintCat]

Black beconed Alyx over with her tail. "Come on over, Alyx," She repeated, "I'm not gonna hurt you." Turning to Duncan, she asked, only slightly joking, "Well, aren't you gonna apologize for so rudely bardging in on my nap?" Sighing, she mewed, "Well, whatever.... Eat the rest of the chicken if you want, I'm taking a nap...."

[shadow;]

Alyx flicked her ears up, going forward a little more. She looked at the other cats, tom and a she-cat. She decided that they'd be offended if she din't awser, so she ansered the toms question. "I met up with a cat before, well, she wasnt exactly the best cat to meet." She looked over at them, confused why Black would share her food.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Tuxedo Thomas sat on the top of a brick wall that blocked off an alley, grooming his tail carefully. The long, soft brush was his most prized possession and he was extremely proud of it. He had even risked an ear once, just to save his tail. It was worth it, of course; girls like his tail, and he liked girls. So, by some sort of property, having a nice tail made him sexy. He was determined to keep it that way. When he was finished with his tail he curled it around his paws and looked out over the bright street before him, watching humans as they scurried back and forth from their cars to the buildings and back again. All of them were so patchy and ugly- the only fur they had was on the tops of their heads, and sometimes on their faces. He wondered if they had mange, and then worried that it was contagious. They didn't have tails or whiskers, either, and he wondered how they kept their balance. Thomas stretched out his front legs and lied down, curling his tail around his side. Humans were weak and squishy, they had no fur to keep them warm, no tails or whiskers for balance. Their sight was bad, their sense of smell awful, and their language was loud and grating. How did they manage to hunt? He had once seen one of their paper leaves, floating down a gutter in a rainstorm. It showed one of their females in what, for a human, would have been considered skimpy clothing. Or something of the sort. She was so skinny that he could just nearly smell the reek of sickness. It must have been some sort of warning notice, like be sure to be quiet so that we can hunt and eat, otherwise our females will get sick and die. Yes, that seemed reasonable. Pleased with himself, Tuxedo Thomas flicked his whiskers and yawned. It was about time he got to sleep.

[duckteeth]

Duncan snorted, "I'm so so so very sorry for intruding on your nap. I'm also sorry that you have to sleep in a horrible smelling dumpster." His voice was a purr and his face was the look of ernest apologeticness, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Taking a nap with company around? Now, that's even ruder than accidentally interrupting someone's nap." he meowed, trying his best to sound stern.

[free.]

Z e u s.
The tiny russian blue kit gave a mocking sigh. Standing up he purred. "Alrighty then, I'll leave you alone. I mean....I was thinking of calming down my friend Squirel over there, but you seem to like the feeling of her claws digging into your skin, trying to rip the life from you." He crooned, snorting. His eyes glittered maliciuosly, another odd thing about Zeus. He was no kit on the inside. Apparently his past had hardened him up with bile hatred, and it reeked, not in the way someone could smell. More of sense. The hatred in his big blue eyes, and al the anger that shook his tiny kitten body. No, no. Though he was kit outside, being abandoned and hated all his life had left him cold and empty on the inside, as if he was only a shell of what he could of been. "Though Fishy, if you perhaps be nice and pleading, I might, just might, call Squirel off. And then if you leave us alone, we'll never ever come looking for you." He offered up confidently, a business-like tone in his voice. He spoke about Squirel as if he could control. Not that he could, at least in this stae she was in. But he hoped. He could manipulate, he knew that much. But control? Eh, there was fifty fifty chance of stopping her before she killed Fish Bones.

[Shadow .]

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Shadow looked at the she-cat carefully. "I escaped." she explained. "For good! I'm not going back." she newer with pride. Her tail wove behind her, her icy blue eyes blazing.

[duckteeth]

Fish Bones hissed angrily at Zeus, or at where he thought he had heard the cat's voice. "Oh, shut up." He snarled, his voice more whimpery with pain. He could feel Squirrel's jaws on his neck, could feel her teeth pressing into his skin. He didn't want to die. Not yet. "Zeus, call her off! Please! I'll leave!" He screamed finally, giving into his fear. Life over pride. He'd rather have lost his argument against Zeus than lost his life.

Squirrel began to close her jaws around Fish Bones' neck. He had stopped fighting back against her grip and was laying still beneath her, but she could feel his heart beating and his body shaking with each breath. Her claws pressed deeper into his sides as she tried to get a good grip on his throat. Those stupid humans were going to kill Klim this time. Not again...

[free.]

Z e u s.
As soon as the foolish old tom spat out those ungracious words, he grinned. Leaping to his feet, he charged over to Squirel, try to leap and knock her over, or get in bewteen the two cats. "Squirel, don't worry, it's fine. Everything's okay, he won't bother us! He's leaving and everyone's alive." He told her in a calm but clear and firm voice. His deep blue eyes blazed, locking on to the once timid but now fierce she-cat before him. He had fooled himself into thinking he woldn't care if another cat died, telling himself it was less trouble for him. But the look of panic in Fish Bones eyes had sent chills running down his spine. He apprently wasn't as cold blooded as he had thought.

[duckteeth]

Squirrel began to dig her teeth into Fish Bones' neck, finally haven gotten a good grip. Suddenly, Klim was beside her, speaking. She released Fish Bones' neck, but still kept her claws firmly in his sides os that he couldn't run away. "But he was trying to kill you. I can't let him kill you again, Klim. Not again." Her voice went from a confused meow to a whimper, her ears flattening and eyes growing wide. What on earth was she doing? She was killing someone. She was stooping down to the level of the person who had killed Klim. Half of her, the still blood-thirsty part of her, wanted to finish him off, despite Klim's request. He had killed Klim once. Hr deserved to die. The other part of her knew this was wrong. Another whimper escaped her throat, but she made no move to get off the scraggly tom.

[free.]

Z e u s.
He was quite puzzled by the whole 'Klim' thing, but was not foolish enought to speak on it. By pretending to be Klim, he had the power in his paws to make her do whatever she wanted. So instead, he forced his claws back inside his paws, and a sweet, kit-like smile onto his face. "I'm right here, Squirel. Can't you see? He hasn't killed me. I've always been here. There's no need to worry baout him. Just let him go, he won't bother us." Zeus gave a small shrug of indifference, waving his tail at Fish Bones without a care in the world. "And then we can talk, without anyone to bother us. Wouldn't you like that." He forced his voice to be kind, and gentle. It was so horrible it made him want to gag. His smile now a bit pained, he turned his head away for a moment, thinking what on earth he was doing. He'd never done this in his life. He'd always been grouchy and a loner, independant. He had no care for these cats. Yet he didn't want Fish Bones to die, for some reason, and Squirel, well he was worried for her mental health. Though he was hard to get along with, Zeus had never been this manipulative or decietful...so..horrid. What was he playing at here? But it was too late now. Perhaps when Squirel was back in her right mind he could speak normally with her. But until then, the show must go on.