~Little Do They Know~ Street Cat Rp, Started but Accepting!

[freedom.]

Tornado sighed, "I guess..." At least there were cats here, and if he felt that something was wrong, he could leave. He gave a suspicious glance behind him and shrugged. "I'll come."

[it's jaz]

Alley Cat (kinda)
Name: Shiloh

Age: 2.5

Breed: Bombay Cat

Coat: Short hair, deep black colour.

History: Shiloh was cast onto the street at a young age when her mother gave birth to too many kittens. She has lived on her own and done her best to get by ever since.

Personality: Shiloh doesnt like company, and spends most of her time in the shadows, but she does what she can to survive, and spends time with those who can help her.
Picture:

[The_Shadow_Ghost]

||Alaska||

The large black queen sat perched on a small tree, golden eyes surveying the area. The humans had planted the tree, but Alaska had made it her own. Claw marks adorned the branches, and not a single bird hid among the twigs. Alaska sat proudly as she watched the territory below.

[Arche]

Jakoby grinned. He leaped down from the dumpster and crawled underneath. "C'mon," He meowed, "there's a hole back here." He crawled back to the said hole and moved the stone he put there to block it. He sniffed at the entrance. "We're in luck! Looks like there's good meat. Ribs too!"

[freedom.]

Tornado nodded and followed the black cat. He smelled the meat before he heard the other cat speak. "I'm Tornado," he said, realizing he hadn't told Jakoby that yet. He realized he was still covered in mud, the mud covered his real color. He sighed annoyed.

[Arche]

Jakoby dipped his head ever so slightly. "Jakoby," he replied without looking over. He stretched one paw into the dumpster and his claws caught on meat. He grinned, and pulled down four ribs, with meat still clinging to the bone. He sniffed the hole again and pulled out half a hamburger, with mold on the lettuce and tomatoes. He kicked those away. He sniffed the meal, check to see if it was good to eat. It was. He turned toward Tornado, "Which do you want?"

[freedom.]

"Doesn't matter." Tornado replied eyeing all of the ribs. They all were the same size, and food was food. It didn't matter. Tornado looked back up at Jakoby. "I don't care."

[Arche]

He shoved the ribs toward Tornado, "They might be spicy, I can't tell by the smell." He shuffled around, until he was lying with his paws under him. Three of them anyway. He pulled the beat up piece of hamburger toward him. "I like these better anyways."

[freedom.]

Tornado shrugged and took a bite of the ribs, glad that they weren't spicy. Down the alley and into the street a car horn struck the air. Tornado hissed loudly and winced as the car horn slowly faded. He gulped the piece of his meat down and shuddered. "I hate cars."

[canter]

[Anyone free to roleplay with Kenai?]

Kenai || Hungry || Curious

Kenai prowled under the large trees that soared into the air above her. Her pelt blended in with the shadows and bracken in the small forest beside some twoleg residences. Kenai, low to the ground and as still as she could manage, stalked her prey with great preparation. As soon as she had crept within pouncing range, Kenai froze, watching the shrew with caution. As quick as a lightning strike, Kenai pounced and killed the shrew with a snap of her fangs. Sitting up, Kenai mewed to herself, proud of her catch. As she planned on eating this meal, she quickly smelled the air for the trace of any other cats.