In Dark Alleys [FCAC][OPEN]

[Magicly]

(ohmygoodness im so nevrouse about starting ill join in after a couple of more post!))

[Steffi.]

((YAYZ! Starting time!))

DarkStar bounced along happily. Her dark pelt shimmered, and she looked over at Soren. "Let's go back and see if the butterfly is still there... It was really pretty-" "No." Soren said firmly. He pawed at his raccon-coloured tail, stroking the end. "It was too close to Fire... I could've sworn that I heard someone cming to get us.." "You're just being a worry-wart, Soren. You need to live a little!" "And YOU need to live a little less." he snapped.

Frack sat bordly in the nursery. He sighed and flopped backwards. "This is very very boring." he stated plainly. He wished there was someone to play with.

[Mausoleum]

((I'll start for the Fire gang, even though it appears not many people are in Fire. XDD Oh! I just realized my name is in the air clan >_< Mausoleum yey.))

It was going to rain. Chiiro was sure, his ears hearing minute changes in the wind, his whiskers sensing an imminent storm in the air. He was crouched underneath a piece of scrap sheet metal, outside their home. It was rusty, jagged, and smelt of blood.

Chiiro lashed his tail and sighed. They were going to have to find food, and the rain was absolutely ideal conditions for them coming back empty handed. Just as he thought this, it began steadily to drip down, startling him as the sheet metal magnified the noise.

"plunk!" the rain told him, reminding him yet again of his predicament.

"Marvelous," he said, rolling his eyes, and padding quietly back into the factory that was their home. "Well, we best get going. Supper isn't going to catch itself."

[Africa.]

(Lol Aesse xD )
(Also, il be adding Desertwing to the RP soon )

Bell sniffed the air as she made her way back to the graveyard, jaws parted so that she didn't waste the precious herbs in her mouth. It was hard to smell around, due to the herbs, but being blind gave her no choice. Thankfully, she had learned many paths to and from certain places, making it easier for her. Still, it wasn't very easy. Finally, she padded up to her father, putting the herbs down. "Hi dad" She purred, rubbing her head under his chin.

[hellevi]

I am a fat cat member and want to Join this RP!
Username: Fig Newton
Your fat cat you wish to Rp:
Name of the cat: Rocky
Age: 2
Gang you want it to be in: Fire
Gender: Male
Personality: Small, but very fierce. He lived all of his life alone. His parents were killed by rouges, and now he can be very grumpy and nasty. Despite his size, he has a fierce attitude.
History: Unknown
Gang Position: Raider
Other: None
How does the story call cats that wear a Spirit in them for a while?: I think it's host. Sorry if this is wrong

I am a fat cat member and want to Join this RP!
Username: Fig Newton
Your fat cat you wish to Rp:
Name of the cat: Adelina
Age: 5 moons
Gang you want it to be in: Nature
Gender: Female
Personality: Very outgoing, but very strong. She is usually friendly to other cats, thought that can change quickly. Adelina didn't know her mother nor father, and was abandoned as soon as she was born. The Gang of Nature then found her, and took care of her.
History: Unknown
Gang Position: Kit
Other: None
How does the story call cats that wear a Spirit in them for a while?: Host

[Magicly]

Eygpt sat near the middle of camp.The sun felt nice on his fur, he was enjoying as much as he could untill the cold air took over. He watched as his gang left and entered as the pleased. He had nothing to do, so he walked over to the nursery. "Well Frack, you very bored!" he commented on the young tom.

[.karkat.]

(Thanks yay I'm a Council kitty! And its not my fault if I get the new RP 'ways' wrong, We are new to it XD)

Fry jumped on top of a fence, looking down at he other side. She sat there a moment, letting the wind rustle her fur. Her maroon-ish (lol) eyes wondering the sight. She jumped down, then headed in the direction of camp. She lifted her nose slightly, sniffing for other cats. She entered the camp, ducking under the tree roots over the entrance.

[Africa.]

I am a fat cat member and want to Join this RP!
Username: Mango
Your fat cat you wish to Rp:
Name of the cat: Desertwing
Age: 2 1/2
Gang you want it to be in: Air
Gender: Fea
Personality: Loving and kind, often strangly calm. It takes a lot to get her worked up, due to how calm she usually is. She is always smiling, and loves to meet new cats. She also thinks rivalries are unneccesary and foolish, and that everyone should just give it up and help eachother. In other words, she's a complete peace keeper. She adores kits, and already has two litters, Diamond being the father of both.
History: Nobody knows what her past is, and she prefers to keep it that way. But maybe, someone will come along one day and crack her shell...
Gang Position: Council Cat
Other: Crush on Diamond (I hope this is okay Aesse, I just put it in the middle of mates and not mates xD ) And also, she has horrible dreams almost every night, and if she doesn't, she is impatient and angered easily when she awakes because the reason that she is such a peace keeper is because once you dream of so much horrid, you begin to notice everything so simple in life, yet so wonderful, especially the things we often take for granted.
How does the story call cats that wear a Spirit in them for a while?: Host

[Glowbee]

Air
Lyre blinked his eyes open and yawned, twitching his whiskers. He rose to his paws and shook the sleep from his pelt, padding out of the den. He searched the camp for Bluebell, wondering if she needed help with anything. He'd always liked the pretty healer, but didn't know if the Spirit would like a healer to have a mate and kits, so he kept his affections a secret. He gave his chest fur a quick lick- sleeping on his stomach had pushed it the wrong way. Padding out of camp, he headed towards his favorite hunting place, outside a two-leg filled building. There were fresh-kill scraps in the big shiny bin by the clearing he caught pidgeons in, so if he wasn't successful with the pidgeons he could get scraps from the bin. He caught scent of a few stray pidgeons, and made certain he was down-wind before stalking silently towards them, his claws clicking quietly on the hard, packed rock under his paws. He quickly leapt and caught the pidgeon in his jaws as it attempted to take flight, snapping it's neck.
Thank you, Air spirit, for the life of this bird, it will feed our nursery, he prayed, head bowed. Satisfied, he headed back to camp.

[Ranua]

Zanka;; Fire {7}
Zanka licked her chops, hackles raised as she
slinked across the side walk, her lithe figure snaking swiftly as she edged towards
the cobblestone. She paused a moment to scent the air, her ears pricked and gaze alert.
She had been hoping to evade brawling with any rival clan cats, seeing as she was attempting
to promote peace amongst the clans rather than breed hostility.
Hopefully, no one would get in her way.
She shivered as the scent of mouse writhed into her open mouth. Her ribs showed from hunger, and
her once radiant eyes were now dull with hunger. Overtaken by her sudden lust for blood she
quickened her gait to a canter, hoping to track down her next meal.

~+~

Selene;; Nature {6}
Selene purred, her beautiful coat shimmering and shining
in the sunlight, draped by sunlight which bathed her rich features.
Her eyes flickered across the hollow as she swiveled her delicate ears,
twitching her nose curiously when she scented cats in the distance.
She didn't pay attention as Belle padded by, she was too busy contemplating
about what Fire or Air clan could be doing now...
They had been pretty quiet lately...and she feared perhaps too quiet. She had a particular
distaste for the 'FireClan' second in command Zanka, the sly fae was oddly
subtle for someone of her origin. Something which seemed rather ironic
in Selene's rather dense sense of nature...