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

[MintCat]

The tom grunted, thrown off balance by the sudden attack. Forgetting about the mice, he whirled around and growled at Robin, his teeth bared. "Oh, looks like the little kitty came to protect his girlfriend...." He taunted, whiskers twiching with amusement as he batted Robin out of the way. Cleo whimpered, trying to get up but failing miserably as her shoulder throbbed where the tom had batted her away.

Quicksilver immedietly shrank back, unable to believe that any cat could be so rude. "I..." She stuttered, then took a deep breath and started again. "I thought that we could be allies, and work together to find food and such." She mewed, staring evenly at the tom, "I might not look like it, but I can actuallt hunt fairly well. I'm new here, so I haven't found a good hunting place yet. Many cats here could easily kill one of you, and there's safety in numbers...."

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Squirrel jumped back at Zeus' anger, hiding behind the tom despite how she ws quite a bit bigger than him. Listening to Quicksilver she looked at the she-cat with a mixture of pity and fear. Did she actually expect Zeus to immediately agree to ally himself with her just for saying that? Before she could stop herself, she let out a weak laugh.
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Mordecai immediately regretted eating that rotting meat. Hunched over, he coughed up the contents of his stomach onto the floor. The food had satisfied him for about five minutes before his stomach had started to cramp and he'd started throwing up. Now, weak from that awful experience, he attempted to find someplace sheltered to nap.

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Zeus.
He glanced back at Squirel as she jumped behind him, but said nothing. He was used to her antics by now. He gave Quicksilver an incredulous look. "Allies? Are you insane?' He snapped, rolling his eyes. "I don't even know you. And why should I care what happens to you? It's not my problem." He muttered, looking her right in the eye. Snorting, he went on to break down her feeble point of safety in numbers. "Safety in numbers is only if you're being hunted. Otherwise, there's no safety. You're easier recognized, cats know who you are. It also means you not only have to wach your own back, but every other cat in the group. Living alone or in pairs is the safest way, because you are under the radar, undetected. Just another low life alley cat trying to survive." Well that was easy. He spoke again, adding on about her ally idea. "And being allies doesn't mean being in a group together. It just means if the time comes that you ever cross paths again, you won't fight. And if you find that cat in fight, you help them. But then everyone is on their own way, no less, no more." He said. Shrugging, he sat back down. He wanted to see her reply. If she wanted to be allies, she'd have to prove yourself. "You say you can hunt? Bring back three pigeons or rats to me and we'll see about being allies." If she could do that, he would be pleased. But he also had to know she asn't going to bother him. See, he got along with Squirel just because she didn't bother him. She was nice, a bit of a nut, and usually quiet. And she usually went along with what he said. He wanted to see what Quicksilver was like.

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Robin narrowed his eyes at the other tom, ears flat against his head. He jerked slightly as he heard the cat's words, and then shot a glance at Cleo, his brow furrowed, "She's not my girlfriend..." He murmured, temporarily unfocused. Then the tom's paw caught him off guard and he flew backwards, landing heavily on his side. Uttering a string of violent curses, Robin hauled himself back onto his paws. "Have you honestly got nothing better to do than pick on a little she-cat?" He looked at Cleo quickly, silently willing her to get out of the way. Robin wasn't even sure he could fight. He usually ran, but he couldn't leave her. Turning his attention back to the tom, Robin took a step forwards. Then another, and another, until he was only a few leg lengths away from him. "Cleo, can you walk?" Robin asked, sounding surprisingly calm, "Just take the mice and go back to the alley. I won't be long." Well, hopefully he wouldn't. It all depended on whether he actually arrived back in one piece.

"Okay. I give up." Foxglove opened her eyes, lifting her head to gaze out at the chanting rats. She raised her voice to a yell, "Do you hear that, you fools? I give up! I am going back to civilisation. I cannot stay here any more without going completely and utterly crazy." In a single movement, she clawed her way out of the box and back onto the wall, glaring down at the rats as they scurried in all directions. Wrinkling her nose, she turned away, padding to the edge of the wall. When she was sure the coast was clear Foxglove leapt down, landing silently on the pavement below. Then, she straightened up, made sure she looked respectable, and walked. Strangely, it didn't take her long to re-enter "civilisation". Weird. She'd been sure that she'd travelled for days, maybe weeks to reach that alley. But within ten minutes she was surrounded by the familiar scents, sounds and sights of the cat-world. Pricking her ears, the she-cat sped up. She knew this place! It was the place where-- No, she wasn't thinking about that. But... Foxglove turned down one alley instinctively. This was her alley! She resisted the urge to gag; it smelt like sick. Really bad sick. Taking a step backwards, she squinted into the alley. Was that someone moving? No, Foxglove thought as she hurriedly turned away, There's no one here. Absolutely no one. It's empty, just like I knew it would be. Why did I even bother coming back?

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Layla.
Deep blue eyes pierced through the surrounding darkness as the small and deadly she-cat watched from her hidden viewpoint. Her face was a mask of stone, unprobe-able, cold, aloof. Silent, she sat in the shadows, silver body carefully hidden, tail wrapped neatly around her delicate looking paws as usual. The paws that contained lethal inch long claws razored to a very fine and sharp point. Not a muscle moved save for her luminous orbs as they flicked back and forth, following the cat she was watching. Foxglove. AN interesting female. Layla no doubt found her curious. She appeared to be slightly mental. Talking to rats, being tough and then falling to pieces. It was...intruiging. But no sooner did Layla underestimate the other female than she eat from the hands of a human. She had seen the pretty fox colored cat in action. Dangerous, like her. Layla viewed her quietly as perhaps an ally someday. Of course, not that Layla would ever trust anyone. Foxglove seemed smart, she gave her that. Smart and dangerous, a fatal combination for the wrong cat to cross her path. The petite silver she-cat had been waiting quietly for a long time for this day to come. Stepping out of the shadows, the ghost like cat seemed to float across the ground to the other female. She came to a stop about a foot and a half away from Foxglove. Nodding her head to the other cat, she spoke. "Greetings. I am Layla, you are Foxglove, are you not?" She didn't waste time asking for her name when she already knew it. Just suggested it faintly. Her voice was smooth and crisp, a nice sound to listen to. She sat quietly, patiently, waiting for Foxglove to respond. Though she looked calm and at rest, she was ready to leap up at any instant and swipe at the other cat if that be the case. She wouldn't underestimate the temper of this she-cat either.

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Shooting one last glance into the alley, Foxglove noticed with a pang that it was, indeed, empty. See, She grumbled to herself, There wasn't anyone there. Quickly, she headed further into the inner-city. It wouldn't take her long to empty a different alley of its residents and claim it as her own. She wasn't afraid of fighting. It was then, as she was trotting away from her old alley, that Foxglove felt someone watching her. Another cat. Peering out of the corner of her eyes, the she-cat scoured the area around her for her stalker. It seemed empty. So, the cat didn't want to be seen. Seeming unruffled, Foxglove simply stuck her nose in the air and carried on. Her flicking tail was the only sign that betrayed her agitation. She paused as a cat crossed her path a little way ahead, then Foxglove came to a stop as she realised that this must have been that cat who had been staring. Flicking her tail dismissively at the cat's greetings, she took a step towards the smaller she-cat. The cat was small, but she didn't look young. She wasn't cute, or adorable, but coldly pretty. There was no expression on her face. Foxglove narrowed her eyes at the cat warily. "I'm Foxglove, yes. Were you watching me for a reason, or did you just have nothing better to do?" She asked, matching the cat's tone of voice exactly. Smiling slowly - although her eyes stayed narrowed - Foxglove added, "I don't think I need to bother asking how you know my name. I'm not exactly new to these parts, nor am I unheard of. It would be silly of me to think that I wouldn't still have admirers. Her smile widened, and she took another step forwards.

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(What the heck happened to CS? Why is it now all of a sudden Squiddy Smoothie? It's running super slow and being agrivating....)

Layla.
She smiled back at Foxglove with cold regard. "I always have my reasons." She replied with a nod, but offered no more information on the matter.She nodded when Foxglove spoke of her reputation, but merely supressed a smile when she started talking about her admirers. "I know. I have heard of your reputation. You are quite...feared, it seems." She paused, allowing a true smile to flash for the briefest moment, before returning her face to it's previous stone mask. "I like that. I have indeed, been watching you. I most definately don't think anyone should underestimate you." She nodded at the larger she-cat, not at all intimated by her. Smiling politely, she glanced away for a split second, then back to Foxglove.

(Sorry for the bad post, I can't stay on and it's being super slow. )

[pancreas]

(I have no idea... I though at first it was CS' birthday, but hasn't that already been? -shrug- All I know is that it's lagging up my computer and is extremely annoying.)

"Well, I'd like to know of those reasons. If you don't already know, cats do not simply follow a cat around, confront them, and the offer no explanation of why they were stalking them in the first place." Foxglove sat gracefully, skewering Layla with her intense gaze. "So go on. Enlighten me. I'm ever so curious as to hear why a little cat like you was following me. Because you've been keeping tabs on me for a while, haven't you?" She lowered her voice threateningly, "I'm not stupid, little one." Then the she-cat looked away to watch a human man tugging at the lead of a yapping terrier. As Layla began to speak again, Foxglove turned her head back to face her again. Smiling thinly, she replied, "I'd prefer the words 'admired' or 'respected'. Feared sounds so... ugly." Foxglove noted Layla's smile with a flicker of surprise that she quickly smothered into indifference. "You like it?" The she-cat laughed softly, raising her head to glance skywards, "Many cats have underestimated me, Layla. They all regretted it." Falling silent for a moment, Foxglove slowly lowered her head to look at the other cat again. "Tell me, Layla. Why are you talking to me? What do you want from me? You don't seem the type of cat to simply start a conversation to make friends, so what is it you need?"

(It's okay, your post was good enough. :> See you later!)

[MintCat]

(April Fool's Day.... D: You have to admit, though, the new pets are pretty cute.... You can switch it back to the normal, fast CS in your Board Prefrences, though.)

Cleo’s voice shook as she whispered, “No, my shoulder won’t move properly; its like its stuck or something…” Giving a little grunt, she launched herself off of the pavement with her three working legs, hoping to land on per paws. What actually happened was the she flew into the air and over the large tom who was growling at Robin, landing behind her friend with the mice still in her jaws. “R-run!” She mewed, surprised as she hobbled away.

Quicksilver frowned ever so slightly, then hissed, “Like I said, I’m new here so I don’t know good hunting places. If you find me one, then I’ll happily catch the prey.”
(WB for her…)

[pancreas]

(I realised about a minute after I posted that. xD Mine's going faster now anyway, I think it was just my computer getting used to the new layout. >_>)

Robin glanced at her, concern clear on his face. "It's not far to the alley. Just pull yourself there as best you can, and--" The tom froze as Cleo launched herself into the air. "What are you doing?" He yelled, flattening himself to the ground as she flew over his head, "You're going to hurt yourself even more!" As she told him to run, and began to stumble away, Robin watched his, his mouth slightly open. Then he shook his head, straightening up and turning to face the tom again. "Nice meeting you. Have a great day!" Spinning on his back paws, the russet-coloured tom sped after his companion, easily closing the distance between them. He slowed to a trot beside her, one ear turned back in case the huge tom decided to take chase. "Are you okay? When you're safe in the crate I'll go and make sure he's gone. Does you shoulder hurt? Oh, and your ear is bleeding! I think we could put moss on that..." Robin continued to chatter nervously, barely giving her a chance to get a word in edgeways.