The Alley Cats~ Misled Souls (Semi-Lit RP! NEEDS MEMBERS!)

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BUMPS! ^.^;

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~Brunch, Uhm, My, Post~ *lame-o* XDD!

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BRUNCH UP MY POST! B-U-M-P! Waiwhat!? O.o; XDD

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Name: Sparrow.
Gender: Tomcat.
Age: One and a half years old.
Looks: Mixbreed, but mostly Domestic Shorthair. He is a dark brown tabby, with green eyes, to sum it up. He also has unusually long legs.
Personality: Sparrow is a fast, lean, running machine.[xD] He usually hides in the deepest, darkest parts of the alleyways, due to contact with other, larger males. He is not very big at all, you see, so he is often scared of bigger cats. When he does actually see some, he is usually skittish and quick to flee. He doesn't like socializing.
Other: I read the rules. ;D

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Ac'cep'py! ^.^; We can start once at least one other person gets on~! ;3

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Name: Sahara
Gender: female
Age: four years
Looks: - I'm sorry it's a long haired cat, but this kitty is ferocious and escaped from many people.
Personality: Sahara is one ferocious little kitty. She doesn't put up with the males, she will attack if need be. Sahara isn't shy, she's outgoing and confident and definately not afraid of humans. Not afraid of other cats, she would protect her group with her life. She is growing old for a city cat, and is respected throughout the city. Sahara has a terrible temper, and it's best not to get on her bad side as she can hold grudges for years.
Group: Car group.
Other: She acts like the leader of the group as she isn't afraid of other cats.


Name: Dessert
Gender: male
Age: two years
Looks: - I'm sorry it's a long haired cat, but this kitty is afraid of people and scarpers if they come close.
Personality: Dessert is terrified of humans as he was beaten by teenage boys when he was a kitten. He knows not to mess with other toms, but he will often make friends with female cats. Living on the streets is where he's lived his whole life, he knows the way around it really well.
Other: Nada

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(Ac'cep'py! I think we can start! ^.^;)

Colline padded carefully through the underground parking lot, a mouse in her jaws. The bottom floor, the third underground floor, of the parking garage, was very difficult to get to, but sure had a lot of prey! She purred at the thought. The mouse she held in her mouth was large and fat, and was sure to provide a meal!
The Car Group had to be careful with their food, as often mice and other small animals that hung around human objects, including but not limited to (oh, how she loved that phrase): cars, SUVs, trailers, pick-up trucks, transport trucks.... The list went on and on and on! Only the more experienced cats had permission to hunt in the underground levels of parking garages, as the only ways in and out were either via the car ramp or elevators. Also, cats had to know how to tell if a mouse was diseased or not - usually a sickly sweet scent would come from them in the winter, when they'd drink antifreeze, they'd be acting strange before you caught them, or, in the summer, they'd smell like oil from the air conditioners and gas tanks. Cats had to be very careful when hunting prey!
Colline had decided to take the ramp up, and she walked slowly, crossing quickly to the other side in a few bounds once she reached the corner so no car could suddenly careen down the ramp and take her by surprise when she rounded the corner. She pricked her ears, listening. However, all she could hear was the steady drip-drip-dripping of the moisture off the walls and ceilings of the basement garage, and the air conditioners blowing as they kept the air circulating around the building. She thought she heard a car, but it turned out to be on the second floor, going up. She let out a sigh of relief, and started walking again.