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

[duckteeth]

Julian jumped up when a third voice came out of nowhere. Not only did he jump, but his fur puffed up so he looked like a ball of fluff with ears. "Who said that?" he said, his voice a mixture of a hiss and a squeak. "Where are you all coming from? And...and...Layla? Killing? What?" If the tom had been confused before, it was nothing compared to this. How could Layla be a killer? She was far too sweet and pretty. Any cat who killed someone would have looked like thy would. They'd have to be big and fierce and their claws would probably be dripping blood. But Layla was none of those things. So she couldn't be a killer, right?

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Mordecai smiled, "I think I did." he purred at her, pausing to peer into an alley. When Foxglove mentioned the name Layla, his fur stood on end. "Layla?" he said, not recognizing the name but associating it with fear and pain. A shiver went down his spine. Mordecai turned to face Foxglove. "Why'd you think of that name?" he asked, his pupils small and eyes wide with fear. "Why does it sound so menacing?"

[free.]

Layla.
She ignored Black's comment, and turned to Julian with a cool shrug. "They've hated me, for as long as have been here. I don't know why, they say I'm a killer. I don't understand." She said softly, glancing down to the ground, her body looking even more frail than ever. Layla was good at this. It was her specialty. Ignoring cats she didn't care about. Like Black. Instead, she could merely envision in great detail how she would kill them, torture them. Drag it out extra long. Especially Black. She forced herself to look up and have her confused deep blue eyes meet Julian's. "I-I don't even know them. Or her." She pointed her nose at Black. She shook her head, glancing back to Julian. "Would you like to leave with me? I don't appreciate the....negative energy around here. And being accused of something as horrifying as killing. Perhaps we should take a walk." She smiled lightly at him, but let a little hurt show through to make it seem like she was sensitive as to what the ohers had said.


(Hey guys, just a little add on, can we not have a bunch of cats know about layla, since this is kind of a new thread. I mean, obviously some will, but I just wanted to ask not every to. Thanks :) )

[MintCat]

(Ah, sorry...)

[free.]

(Nah it's cool, I just didn't want it to get too out of hand :p Could you have Black still dislike her, but for reasons unknown? Or something like that? That'd be cool....OOH! Maybe Black could be a fortune teller! bahahaha sorry I'm hyper....)

[pancreas]

Foxglove followed his gaze into the alley. This place looked more inviting. At his reaction towards the name, she stepped back, shocked. For a moment she simply considered him silently, wondering what on earth could have happened to him to make him associate the name with such fear. Maybe she had something to do with you getting separated. Maybe she knows what happened. Shooting a glance over her shoulder, Foxglove bit back an angry hiss. If she discovered that this Layla had had anything to do with that, she'd-- The she-cat looked back at Mordecai as he spoke, managing to coax her face into a relaxed expression. "Oh, I just heard some cats talking about her while we were walking. Don't worry about it." She flicked her tail at him, and stepped into the alley, but her mind was elsewhere. Layla... who is she? And what did she do to Mordecai? There was one thing Foxglove was certain about: she would not let anything happen to Mordecai again. This time, she'd keep him safe.

(aww these two are the cutest ever ;o;
Mint, I put Rob's post up for you. :3)

[MintCat]

Cleo's ear twiched, and for a moment the little she-cat was silent. All of a sudden, she leapt up, and almost immedietly gave a cry of pain as she pushed on her sore leg. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Cleo hobbled out of the den, a weary smile on her face. "Hey Robin." She mewed, sitting down with a little huff, "Sorry if I scared you, I was... Asleep, I guess..."
(Tiny bit of WB...)

Black rolled her eyes and called out, "Fine, don't believe me, but don't go off crying when something bad happens to you..." Giving her long, sleek body a strech, the black she-cat got up and started to climb up a building, calling back, "That's she-cat is trouble, and I don't trust her even a tiny bit." Sitting on the edge of the rather low roof, she added, "If you need help, I'd still be willing to give you a tour, a cute cat like you...."

Username: MintCat
Cat's Name: Ghost
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 8ish moons....
Description: A small, pale silver dappled she-cat with long fur and small, dainty paws that don't make a sound as she walks. Thin, rippling stripes cut through her silky fur, with a darker edge around them. Her fur is slightly translucent-looking, and makes her seem slightly out of this world. Her unusual fur and silent pawsteps makes it easy for her to blend in with the shadows and her surroundings, and to surprise cats when she seems to appear out of nowhere. She is quite pretty, with large, haunting silver-blue eyes and tufted ears.
Personality: A shy and quiet cat who is rarely seen. She is very quiet and can sneak up on almost any cat. She is quite like an actual ghost, and is fairly cold-hearted and will act like an assasin for other cats. Ghost will protect only a few cats with all her heart, and ". She is unusually formal, and will not get close to other cats unless it is part of "business". She rarely cares what other cats say, and tries to help Mist the best she can.
Skills: Ghost is a fighter, even if she doesn't look like it. She can manipulate other's emotions quite well for a sullen young cat, and she likes to call her victims her "prey", which lead her intrest in hunting. She can climb well, and her speed and small size is one of her advantages. However, her greatest skill is blending in, and she loves it. She can easily track down a cat and seemingly "appear out of nowhere" to startle them.
Weakness: Ghost is a pessimist. She wasn't born one, but her sister's death made her silent and sulky, and will probably always be that way. Another weakness would be her unwillingness to let other cats help her, and her inability to trust others. Again, that is due to her sister's death. She cannot help but take care of young kittens, though, and that just might lead to her downfall....
History: Not really much, she was born with her sister in an alley and abandoned when she was young. She learned how to hunt from an old loner, but left when the loner was killed by a fox while they were out hunting. She loved her sister very much, but when she died, Ghost lost sight of life. She stopped eating, and by the time Fog found her, she was lying half head in a pipe.
Kin: Mist (Deceased.)
Mate/Crush: N/A
Other: Nada.



Username: MintCat
Cat's Name: Fog
Gender: Tom
Age: 20 Moons
Description: A large and handsome silvery-gray tom with large paws and sharp claws. His eyes are a deep amber, with golden flecks. He is well muscled and has serious air about him. His thick fur is cut through with pitch black stripes, making it easy for him to blend in with the shadows.
Personality: Even though Fog might seem cruel and unfeeling, he is actually quite a big softie. It's not that he's stupid, or gullible, but he'll do anything to help a kit or a she-cat in trouble. He is slightly too cocky and bold for his own good, but that helps in fighting to defend his honor. Fog believes strongly in being a gentleman and in chivalry, but is prone to angry outbursts if someone betrays him....
Skills: Fighting. That words sums up what Fog does best. Fog is also quite a smooth talker, but he doesn't like to show it.
Weakness: It may seem like nothing fazes the large tom, but there is quite a number of things that does. For example, Fog can't hunt or climb to save his life. His large size makes it hard to fit into a number of places, he can't swim or run, and most of all, his willingness to help just may kill him one day....
History: Fog was born to into a wealthy family, but he escaped one day, thinking that it was too boring to lie in a house and get fat. He explored for quite a long time, and by the time he met Ghost, he was already a strong adult. He quickly came to like the snarky young she-cat, and brought her out of her depression. After that, he became a brother to Ghost, and is still travelling with her to this day.
Kin: N/A
Mate/Crush: Nope.
Other: Nada.

[pancreas]

Robin let out a relieved sigh as Cleo emerged from the den, "Ah, there you are. It's pretty quiet down here, I was wondering whether you'd gone for a stroll," He glanced down at her injured leg, "Or a limp." He corrected with a wry smile. The tom jerked his head in the direction he'd left the pigeon, "I caught quite a few things, but I only brought one back with me. I didn't want to attract any stalkers." Seating himself next to her, Robin examined Cleo's leg more closely, his face crinkled in concern, "How much does it hurt?" He asked, straightening up and looking back at her again.

[duckteeth]

[I do not believe you comprehend how much I love Mordecai and Foxglove together. It's not even funny. Like, they're just too adorable for it to be possible. ;_;

Also accepted ^^]
Mordecai shook himself, blinking rapidly. "Sorry." he meowed, staring at his paws. He figured he must have alarmed Foxglove with his reaction to the name. In fact, he'd alarmed himself too. He didn't really think that a name could cause him such fear. He didn't even know why. "I just...the name rubs me he wrong way, I guess. Sorry if I scared you are anything..." He gave Foxglove an apologetic nuzzle, hoping he hadn't scared her too much.

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Seeing how hurt Layla seemed by Black and Tannaheare's words, Julian bristled. How mean of them, spreading lies about this poor she-cat for no reason. Why would they even do that? That was just awful. It was obvious they were making Layla feel bad about herself, and that was just so...mean! He hissed quietly. "Yeah, let's leave. You don't need to deal with these meanies." Julian meowed loudly, hoping that the two cats would get the message to leave her alone.

[honeydont]

{Pfft. Heare's such a big meanie. x3 He really is, though.}

Tannaheare flicked his ears in annoyance. What, a mob of cats? Not his thing. He refused to reply to the housecat. Let him get killed, for all he cared. He'd seen Layla around the city. Tanaheare reached the end of the alleyway and turned left, siding beside a fire hydrant and blinkg spectulatively at the sky. What to do with the rest of the day...maybe he should try and find Squirrel. It had been a long time since he'd seen her last, and he missed her.

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"Strike?" Thirteen tipped her head to the side. "I dunno..." She trailed off, thinking. "Wait!" The little she-cat jumped to her feet. "I remember when I was in the park - that's where I was sleeping when I was sick, 'cause it's nice there and the humans always leave lots of really yummy food, like hotdogs and sometimes even hamburgers, and...wait. Anyway, I saw a cat who looked a lot like you there! Maybe that cat was Strike?" Thirteen sounded hopeful. She wanted to help her friend.

{Now watch it be a painted rock, mua-ha-ha! >:D Not really.}

[MintCat]

Cleo was smiling slightly as she listened to Robin speak, her head resting on her paws. When she realized that he was asking her a question, she jolted upwards, eyes wide. "Oh, umm..." Cleo started, not sure what to say for a second, "I-I'm fine, really... M-my leg diesn't hurt as much anymore, s-so you really don't need to worry at all..." Pausing awkwardly, the small she cat merely sat there, her gaze cast on the ground as she shuffled her paws.

"Whatever." Black mewed, trotting off on the ledge of the building with a small shake of her head, "Do what you want...."
(Wb... D:)

Ghost grimly walked along the edge of the road, silver-blue eyes glinting dimly in the streetlights. Fog was beside her, lecturing her about how lucky they were they were able to escape without a fight with the tom. "You could've gotten hurt!" He insisted sternly, giving his tail a furious lash, "And that wouldn't have done anything." With a growl, Ghost retorted, "I can take care of myself, so you can just shut your mouth. Besides, I never asked you to defend me.... I could've shredded that tom!" Without another word, the she-cat ran off, leaving Fog behind. The tom shook his head and started to follow, but then a sound caught his ear. Heading towards it, he saw a two toms, a she-cat, and what seemed to be.... A kit? Taking a few hesitant steps towards it, Fog couldn't help but continued walking towards it, as if drawn in by its large blue eyes....