Posted October 13, 2013 (edited) RP thread~ http://forums.dragcave.net/index.php?showtopic=155785 Out in the Streets You narrow your eyes to see the streets and buildings before you that are blanketed in a thick, heavy fog. You are chilled to the bone as you are pelted with drops of rain falling from the sky. Your fur sticks flat against your skin, heavy with water and blown back by wind. Your pads are cracked from constant contact with the hard, scratchy surface of asphalt and concrete. A car speeds by, driving through a puddle, splashing you with the wet, murky stuff that shoots up. You shiver violently. What have to gotten yourself into? After what feels like hours of walking through rain and wind and fog, you find an alleyway with an overhang over one area. A soft glow comes from one wall. You quickly dart over to the door. Wonderful scents flood your nose as you hear the loud chatter of humans and the clinking of metal. The building must be a restaurant. You sigh happily as you bathe in the faint warmth of the light. The glass door before you slowly opens up with a creak. You run for cover and end up laying in the shadows as you see a young man drop a few white trash bags outside the door. Your eyes widen as you see one torn open, scraps spilling out. Without thought, you run towards it, the man still there. As you paw at the bag, he says something softly to you, and you turn your head. He kneels down and reaches out for you. You instinctively shrink back, but then relax as he strokes your head. With a smile, he grabs a scrap of meat from the back and tosses it to you. You purr and bend down to eat. An older, larger man comes waddling out the door and shouts at the young man. He turns to you, and you're frozen to the spot. He scowls and shouts at you, chasing you down the alley until you scale a fence and tear away into the rain again. You snarl in frustration as you were unable to even grab the scrap before you ran. You hear a hiss and skid to a halt. Out from the fog comes a scraggly dark gray tom, his fur soaked and his ribs visible. "You tried to get at the trash, eh?" He growls. You nod nervously. "I know from experience that it never works. Did the fat guy come out and yell?" You nod again. The tom shakes his head. "I didn't expect less. Well, the name's Starlin. I live in an alley with a few other cats that might be able to fix you up. You wanna come with?" He said, relaxing a little, shaking out his fur. "We can show you the ropes if you're new to this." You reluctantly nod. It seemed like the best idea. "So, what's your name?" Starlin meows as the two of you start to walk along. you slow down and then stop, thinking. You couldn't remember. You forgot your own name. "Don't remember?" Starlin laughs. You nod again silently. "Well then. I'll call ya-" The City The city consists of many towering skyscrapers, along with short brick buildings and some apartments and houses if you look far enough. The skyscrapers are mainly business buildings, and the brick buildings are smaller businesses like restaurants, post offices, salons, and boutiques. a few blocks to the east of the skyscrapers is a huge mall with dozens of buildings with shops and cafes. A ways to the south is a park with a playground, basketball court, and ball field. Many of the small buildings and houses have some sort of plant growing up them, most often ivy. The old, abandoned houses at the far ends of the city are sometimes overgrown with the stuff. Some places try to spruce up with gardens or a topiary or two, but most are ridden with weeds or eaten up by bugs. Squirrels and rats are abundant, especially by the park and houses. City Life Many places will leave their trash out at night to be picked up, and that's when all of the night animals come to life. Raccoons, opossums, rats, and skunks compete with the cats for the scraps that are left outside. If it goes too far, those animals will often become food for the cats, which makes the cats the most dominant, and some animals will even flee if they catch sight of a cat headed for the food. The cats live in an alley close to the restaurant you found. It is about two blocks away, to be exact. It stretches about the length of a street, but one end is blocked off by a brick building. It is about ten feet wide at the opening, but stretches out to fifteen feet wide at the other end. It is mostly illuminated at night by just the streetlights at the end of the alley, so the end can get dark. To every side but the opening's, there are brick walls with scattered graffiti. There is a fire escape on one side that can be climbed and reaches to a long overhang about ten feet off the ground, where the Queen sits. Along the ground is rows of boxes and crates along with rags and old grass and leaves that are nests. On one side there is a shattered window that leads through an abandoned house to a nice little shop that leaves out their trash almost every night. Most of the cats are nice to their own. They might be a bit reluctant to let another into the group, but if you do something to prove yourself, they'll treat you like family. Some have short fuses and can be easily angered, but never take it out on other cats. They normally just go out to hunt or bother a human if they get mad. Cats are loyal to their mates, but don't have many litters because they fear problems might come up and someone might get severely hurt, so most pairs only have a litter or two in the spring and summer. Kits mature quickly, but it may take them a while to grow to the size of an adult, seeing they often don't get enough food. You You can't remember anything. The last thing you remember was warmth and darkness. You're not even sure of your own name until Starlin gives you one. You can't remember your past, your family, or anything else up until you find your way into the city the day Starlin found you. You don't know much about living in the city- and you'll need all the help you can get from the gang. Ranks Boss- The leader. He oversees everything, and he is often the one to go out and find other strays that need some help. He doesn't do much dirty work, but he is fiercely loyal to everyone else and would die for them. This position is taken by Starlin. Queen- The Boss's mate. She doesn't do much, spending much of her time sitting on a perch, watching over everyone with the Boss. She continues to have litters until she has another boy to be the next Boss. If she has two or more boys in one litter, the one that's born first will be next in line, and the others will be backups if the first dies or leaves. This position is taken by Emerald. Medic- The cat that deals with the sick, hurt, and mothers with their kits, usually female. They are often out looking for herbs in gardens or the park, tending to other cats, or talking with the Queen about visions they may have. They are chosen if they either do not excel in hunting and fighting, or they personally choose to be trained as one. This position is taken by Sally and Auran. Scouts- The hunters, scavengers, and fighters of the group. They hunt for animals, look for food by night, and fight if any problems come up. They begin training to become Scouts at eight months, and will be trained until they are a year old, when they earn their name as a Scout. If a cat older than a year old is recruited, they too go into training for about four to six months, or until hey prove that they deserve to be a full Scout. They can be Scouts for years, and they usually retire to become Veterans by the time they are six to eight years old. This position has unlimited group-born spots, but only 5 pre-made cats have open slots Mothers- She-cats who are nursing or expecting kits. They will usually be under the Medic's watch as soon as they know they are pregnant, and will stay as a Mother until her kits grow old enough to be trained. This position has unlimited group-born spots, but only 3 pre-made cats have open spots. Veterans- The elders. They have become to weak to fight or they are old enough to become ones and somehow become disabled. They normally just lay around in groups talking or sleeping. Scouts often tend to them by doing things like hunting them or getting rid of ticks for them. They will be Veterans until they die. This position has unlimited group-born slots, but only 3 pre-made cats have open slots. Rules -All DC rules apply. -Only make up to five cats. -No sparkle cats (cats that are perfect, invincible, or everybody adores them). -Have your cats know at least a little about what humans do (ex- the daily commute). -No crazy-looking cats. Make them look like real cats (tabby, tortoiseshell, calico, plain, etc). -Your cats can have accessories like collars or an earring, but not too much. -Try to be active. -Keep it PG-13 (no gore or intimate stuff like mating). Form for a cat Username: Cat's Name: Age: Rank: Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Personality: Backstory (optional): Other: Edited November 27, 2013 by RiverstarOfSkyclan Share this post Link to post
Posted October 13, 2013 (edited) Accepted Applications Username: RiverstarOfSkyclan Cat's Name: Starlin Age: 3 years Rank: Boss Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Scruffy, thin, dark gray tabby tom with scars on his shoulders and tail. Personality: Starlin, on the outside, is a bit cold and quiet. But if you know him, you know he's caring, kind, loyal, and a real joker. Backstory (optional): - Other: Username: RiverstarOfSkyclan Cat's Name: Sally Age: 4 years Rank: Medic Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Small white she-cat with electric blue eyes. She wears a thin silver collar that she uses to carry around herbs. Personality: Sally is quiet and sweet. She acts much wiser than her age, and will often get all starry-eyed as she talks about the past. She is soft-spoken, but energetic. Backstory (optional): - Other: - Username: Emeelia Cat's Name: Calder (from stormy waters), attributed to Starlin for having found him in a storm Age: 7 years Rank: Veteran Appearance: A pink sphynx (hairless) cat; he has a long face and muzzle, skinny tail, buckets of warm sagging wrinkles exacerbated by his old age, and often half-lidded slanted dark-blue eyes. His body is long, ears large, and whiskers so thin they often seem they're not there. His right ear is embedded with a gold stud, and he has a thin scar slanting over his brow from his ear to the top of the opposite eyebrow. The same right ear is torn a bit perpendicular between his head and the stud earring. Calder is prone to have achy bones with particular soreness in his left hind leg and front right leg, which never seemed to have fully recovered from their injuries from 2 years ago. Personality: Calder has a dry wit and playful disposition; he is more apt than not to tease somebody, and he prefers to engage in challenging conversation than to bemoan about the agonies of life, unless latter conversation was not taken seriously. He prefers the good about life, and may be accused of not taking things seriously enough. "You're too serious," would be his pointed reply. Calder does not try to be unnecessarily unkind, but is instead inclined towards compassion, being the amiable sort of cat. That is to say, when he sees it necessary to act mean, he will be a cruel and "catty" as possible. Calder holds a terrible grudge. Backstory (optional): He had arrived in shock, having forgotten his story, but his story lived on in his mind waiting to be remembered. He had lived in his human-home for more than 3 years, with a few months having lived in a breeder's home from birth until adoption. Calder was the cat of a woman named Amilla, whose husband was Cat-Toy, as Calder used to fondly refer to him as. Calder had had such fun teasing the white shaggy yapping doggy next door, a ratter who was particularly irked at Calder's resemblance to the unfortunate species, according to said ratter, which only served to amuse Calder even more. Or of the adventures that the bunch of kittens who lived nearby kept having. Or of the way that he would wile his way to get his food everyday, oh how gullible those humans were.... But those were only the home-time adventures. There was a certain tragedy that befell his owner, called "old age" and "grief". Due to these series of events, Calder had to be housesat for a while. And then he had to be transferred to a new home, although he had little idea why. The new home was an apartment building which allowed pets, and Calder did not like the dog that had tried to kill him his first day there - an exciting and slightly embarrassing story to be told another time. His new family perhaps didn't love him as much - or rather, one particular member rather disliked him. Calder noticed that the humans' friends were asked to watch him more often than in his old home, and that the Tall-Female didn't like him. Within' 2 weeks, he was moved to a new apartment-home in that apartment with a friend of the owner-family. Getting shunted around was getting rather boring. And he did not like his inmates. His newest family let the window open quite a bit; in fact, he didn't like to leave anything closed. It was a bit of a hazard, Calder found out in a few days. Within the first week, the day when the door was open, the window was slightly open, and the owner was out (as usual at this time of day), an unwelcome visitor came. The mean-dog. Calder was on the alert; that dog was prowling. Looking for him. Calder had been napping on the easy-chair near the window, and when the dog lunged for him, Calder lunged for the escape route and jumped out the window. Stupid? Not so, or rather, not entirely. There were plenty of ledges for him to jump down onto. Foolhardy? Certainly. Desperate? Undoubtedly! And made slightly safer by the tree growing nearby? Maybe... Calder was sick of having new families that weren't his family of Amilla and Cat-Toy. And so he goes onto the streets to have new adventures, in which a small bird will cause the tearing of his ear, he gets kicked by small girls and prodded by young boys, he loses his collar, gets into catfights with his pestering chatter, and he generally learns that he is a plague to the city until he learns to accept it and it to accept him; that is also a story of its own completely separate to the one when he was 6 years old, where he has temporary amnesia due to a terrible shock and wanders around so much afterwards that his paws bleed and he ends up found by Starlin in the middle of a storm, bedraggled but joking about his terrible state. Calder had forgotten that he had been nearly murdered by a particularly unkind and irate being, but not for long. After the storm those details made themselves clear to him again, and for the next week he'd been recovering from the evidence of those details. The next thing he found he'd never remember was his name; it had been too long. But he did remember his owners, and his life, and what he loved about life. What he still did love about life. No one could take the joy out of life while there was still humor to be told, after all. Other: Why, yes, I would love to tell stories to all of the cute curious kitties who ask! P.S. Also, I tend to post either once daily, once every other day, or once a week depending on business and length of posts. Just thought that'd be relevant. Annnnd history is just... meh. I got wordy because I was fishing for a reason that he'd be on the streets, searching for more and more devices and loop holes, and then getting caught up in potential stories... it's a mess. Nothing like how actual posts would be like; they'd be neater and more succinct. Except for the posts when he starts telling stories, which of course would still be neat... just longer. Because of more talking. Yeah. *discovers mute button* Username: RoD Cat's Name: Felix Age: 2.9 years Rank: Scout Appearance: He's a blonde fluffy Maine Coon cat with black markings. He has some patches of fur in his coat. Personality: Felix is rather dodgy and tough to talk to, but his calm personality doesn't act like it Backstory (optional): ---- Other: ---- Username: RoD Cat's Name: Illusion Age: 2.3 year Rank: Mother Appearance: A black and white calico cat with black fur sprinkled in, making her look exotic Personality: she's calm and cheerfu Backstory (optional): Other: Username: kingcobra2018 Cat's Name: Azet Age: 2 years Rank: Mother Appearance: A black she-cat with white on the tip of her right ear and her left back paw. She has chocolate eyes and lost her front right paw. Personality: She's sweet and kind once you meet her but before that she's skittish and is seen in the shadows right now the only people she's warmed up to is Starlin and Sally for many reasons. She's often quiet and gentle. Other: Her kits are due soon. Username: shibathedragon Cat's Name: Kacy Age: 2 Rank: Could I be a scout? Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Kacy is a simple orange tabby. She has orange fur with slightly darker orange stripes, with a white underbelly and paws. She also has a small gold earring in her right ear. Personality: Kacy is playful and fun. She loves to explore and is very curious. She is also quite friendly. Backstory (optional): Unknown Other: Nothing Username: kingcobra2018 Cat's Name: Oscar Age: just born Rank: unknown Appearance: Oscar now Oscar later Personality: Not much but he will grow up to be curious and fierce. Backstory: You do realize he was just born right? Other: He's the runt of Azet's litter Username: shibathedragon Cat's Name: Kway Age: 3 months Rank: unknown Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Kway is a pure white cat with green eyes, but was born with one blind eye (his right one), so that eye looks a tad bit different. Personality: Adventurous and mischevious, playful and energetic, and very feisty! Backstory (optional): unknown Other: None Username: shibathedragon Cat's Name: Liza Age: 8 months Rank: Mother Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Liza is white with gray paws and a gray tail tip. She has one brown eye and one blue eye. She has a silver stripe on her back. Personality: Caring and protective, shy and timid. Very energetic. Backstory (optional): Liza was a house cat as a kitten, but when her old owners moved away, they forgot her. She lived as a street cat and continued to search for somewhere to live. Eventually she found a mate (I may make a profile for him) and she had kits. Other: None Username: RiverstarOfSkyclan Cat's Name: Abbi Age: just born Rank: Kit Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Dark gray with lighter gray tabby marks and light brown eyes. Sally gave her a swatch of blue cloth she found to use as a bandanna. Personality: Currently, she's quiet and polite, but as she grows when will begin to get a bit of an attitude, and she will have a heart for healing and hope to be the next Medic. Backstory (optional): None yet- will update as she grows. Other: - Username: shibathedragon Cat's Name: Auran Age: 8 months Rank: Medic Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Auran is black with white paws, a white muzzle, and a white tail tip. He has green eyes. Personality: Caring, loyal, and protective. Very feisty and playful at times, too. Backstory (optional): unknown Other: He is the mate of Liza and the father of Kway. Username: Andy12 Cat's Name: Shade Age: Unknown, but his body is in it's prime, suggesting he is about 25 in human years. Rank: Scout Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Shade is your perfectly normal black cat, except for a huge scar that starts in between his ears and finishes on his nose. He is also surprisingly small, considering his estimated age, and all the more lethal. He takes the time to sharpen his claws and teeth every day. But, the most striking thing about him are his eyes, which spontaneously changes from gold to absolute black. Personality: Shade prefers to keep to himself, though likes to know what's going on at all times. Sometimes, you may be having a conversation with your friend, and you will sense something in the shadows, but you can see nothing. Then, when you look again, a pair of cold, golden eyes are staring up at you. Backstory (optional): No one really knows his backstory, but one day he showed up with an entire eagle hanging from his mouth, and he dropped it at the feet of the boss. The boss, obviously please, accepted him into the clan. Though no one really knows how he got there. There are rumors that he had once been a stray, and he got into a fight with his dad involving a scrap of meat. Furious, Shade clawed out his father's throat, and ate him. Obviously not welcome by his family anymore, he banished himself to a life of solitude. That is, until he met the clan. Other: Some, still don't trust him, and fear he may fell yet another cat. But, the clan could hardly do without his hunting provisions, so they shut their mouths and eat. Username: Dragongirl10188. Cat's Name: Jay. Age: 3 years. Rank: Scout. Appearance: Jay is an earthy brown colour with 4 darker stripes on her back, which seem to 'come out' of a large, creamy white patch on her back. Half of her tail is creamy white, along with her front leg paw, tips of ears, chest, marks above eyes and a twisted line running from her forehead to her chin. An ashy brown strip runs down her muzzle and makes up half of her ears as well as a few circles alongside her eyes. All her paws except her white one are darker brown and she has brilliant blue eyes -- the colour of a bluejay, which is the reason her name is Bluejay [always referred to as Jay]. Due to being a street cat, she has a few scars. Two along her nose, one on her left shoulder, back left leg and a large, hidden gash on her right side, which can only be revealed when her fur is wet, thin or pushed away. Personality: Jay can be quite snappy, sarcastic and slightly grumpy if she meets someone she doesn't like. The she-cat respects others for good reason or makes friends with a cat who she likes -- and she barely does that. Anyone doing anything against her, such as snapping at her, trespassing into her personal space without any relationship or being mean to her for the wrong reason will be snapped at. With a cat who is neutral she will talk to them and often likes to have small chats with a few sarcastic comments thrown in. Jay is a quick thinker and can lead others if needed, but she prefers not to have a whole group of cats thrown onto her back for her to carry and tend to. Backstory: Jay was born to a she-cat named Carla and a tom named Fier, who raised her and her 3 siblings. Her father died when she was very young, so she does not have much memory of him and was still suckling when he was killed by a car, so her kit brain did not suck in that dad was missing and she grew up happily with Carla. When she was about 6 months old, Carla was killed, defending her kits from a large, male cat. Her two sisters, brother and Jay ran for their lives, until they settled in alleys, stealing from trash cans, under benches, everywhere -- dodging grabby children wanting a cute kitty for themselves. Jay became the 'leader', her siblings counting on her and throwing everything on her back to carry, giving her a lot of stress and often failing anything that they gave her. Her brother often got snappy for this and in defense she learnt to retort back [personality = snappy/grumpy/sarcastic] and put him in his place. Her sisters often tried to help her, but they were weak and would fall sick more than a few times a week. At 2 years, her brother said goodbye to them and after rubbing up against their cheeks in a farewell sign, he left. A few times she has met him and he has kittens and a mate. Eventually one of her sisters died and the other one found a male cat and moved on. Jaystorm hasn't yet, until she woke up, not knowing who she was. [she doesn't remember much of this, only flashes] Other: Username: Andy12 Cat's Name: Toby Age: Just born (exact date unknown) Rank: None Appearance: Toby is a grey cat with little flecks of gold here and there. He has milky white eyes due to a recent incident. he is very small, even for a just born kit. He has rough pads that seem durable, but are soft to touch. he has abnormally small eyes for his face, and large, lengthy whiskers. Overall, he's da bomb of cute! Personality: All Toby wants is a loving family! He is desperate for a family, reason seen in backstory. He used to love to play with his mom's ears, batting at them. Backstory (optional): His parents died about thirty minutes ago, hit by a car. They were all just playing in the street, and were hit before they really knew what had happened. Toby's mom was crushed under the right tire, his dad the left. Toby, crouched down, and the car ran over him right between the tires, and because of his small size the car drove right over him without touching or harming him. Username: legendoflink17 Cat's Name: Scarlet Age: Eight Months Rank: Not Yet Decided Appearance: Long haired house cat with light grey fur and deep blue, almost lifeless eyes. She has a white stripe running down her belly going all the way down to her tail. Personality: Scarlet's not all there. She doesn't always respond to people and there's not really much going on in her head. Only when she warms up to someone does she begin talking to them and looking at them, acknowledging their existence. Once she does befriend someone, she is fiercely loyal and would protect them with her life. She gets attached and gets jealous very easily. She hates humans with a passion and is a cat of very few words. Backstory (optional): Scarlet was born to a breeder cat, property of a company. She'd been taken away from her family and thrust into another. Though, this family wasn't quite so nice. They had a dog and a little girl. Scarlet was often tricked into trouble by the dog and was shortly (within just a few days) kicked out of the house by the family. Thrust into a world she couldn't handle. She's been searching and hunting in the city for a long time, trying her best to avoid overly crowded areas filled with the nasty humans who put her in this situation. Other: She has a red ribbon tied around her neck, the same ribbon she was given when she was sent to the human family. Username: shibathedragon Cat's Name: Kiki Age: Newborn Rank: unknown Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Kiki is light gray with green eyes and a pink nose and pink paw pads. She has a black stripe on her back. Personality: Shy and timid. Very curious and playful, as well as adventurous. Backstory (optional): unknown Other: Is it OK if she is born later in the RP? Username: shibathedragon Cat's Name: Kiu Age: Newborn Rank: unknown Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Kiu is white with a black mark on his back. He has gray paws and ears, and a black tail tip and a black stripe on his tail, too. He has green eyes. Personality: Adventurous and curious, very playful and mischevious. Feisty as well. Backstory (optional): unknown Other: Is it OK is he is born later in the RP as well? Username: Tallflower Cat's Name: Emerald Age: 20 moons Rank: Queen Appearance: sleek, short-haired black she-cat with bright green eyes. She has a slim figure and delicate paws. Personality: Nice, friendly, and kind. Wary of large crowds and sometimes shy. Backstory: When Emerald was a kit, she lived with a large group of cats. Her mother's name was Nightfeather, and she was Coalkit. She was made a medicine cat apprentice. When she became 9 moons old, she became fed up of this lifestyle. There were too many cats and not enough privacy. Too many cats crowded around her at random times. They knew that she didn't like cats making a circle around her. She always felt on edge when she lived there. One day, a large, dark tabby charged into their camp. He went strait to the leader and started to fight him. When the tabby pinned their leader down, he put his front paw on his neck and dug his claws in. It wasn't enough to kill him, but enough to hurt. With increadable speed he ripped his unsually large, hooked claws down her leader's stomach to the tip of his tail. Then, the leader's 9 lives were ripped away one by one. After seeing that, Coalpaw ran away as fast as she could. When she finally stopped, she saw a friendly she-cat named Floss. When Floss asked for her name, she said she didn't have one. Floss then said that her eyes were the color of emeralds. From then on she became Emerald. Emerald traveled far and wide until she came across a small group of cats living in the streets... Other: she has a "thing" for Starlin. (lol) She feels a deep connection with Starlin. Username: Tallflower Cat's Name: Moonstone Age: 2 years Rank: Scout Appearance: Her coat is a really dark red. I guess you could call it crimson. She has a scar that runs from the middle of her chest to the middle back of her neck. Her right ear is nicked towards the bottom. Personality: Always the first to volunteer for the dirty work. She can never answer a question without snapping it back. Others would call her mean, cold, and dark-hearted. But her friends call her fierce, determined, and brave. Backstory:- Other:- Edited December 4, 2013 by RiverstarOfSkyclan Share this post Link to post
Posted October 30, 2013 Username: Emeelia Cat's Name: Calder (from stormy waters), attributed to Starlin for having found him in a storm Age: 7 years Rank: Veteran Appearance: A pink sphynx (hairless) cat; he has a long face and muzzle, skinny tail, buckets of warm sagging wrinkles exacerbated by his old age, and often half-lidded slanted dark-blue eyes. His body is long, ears large, and whiskers so thin they often seem they're not there. His right ear is embedded with a gold stud, and he has a thin scar slanting over his brow from his ear to the top of the opposite eyebrow. The same right ear is torn a bit perpendicular between his head and the stud earring. Calder is prone to have achy bones with particular soreness in his left hind leg and front right leg, which never seemed to have fully recovered from their injuries from 2 years ago. Personality: Calder has a dry wit and playful disposition; he is more apt than not to tease somebody, and he prefers to engage in challenging conversation than to bemoan about the agonies of life, unless latter conversation was not taken seriously. He prefers the good about life, and may be accused of not taking things seriously enough. "You're too serious," would be his pointed reply. Calder does not try to be unnecessarily unkind, but is instead inclined towards compassion, being the amiable sort of cat. That is to say, when he sees it necessary to act mean, he will be a cruel and "catty" as possible. Calder holds a terrible grudge. Backstory (optional): He had arrived in shock, having forgotten his story, but his story lived on in his mind waiting to be remembered. He had lived in his human-home for more than 3 years, with a few months having lived in a breeder's home from birth until adoption. Calder was the cat of a woman named Amilla, whose husband was Cat-Toy, as Calder used to fondly refer to him as. Calder had had such fun teasing the white shaggy yapping doggy next door, a ratter who was particularly irked at Calder's resemblance to the unfortunate species, according to said ratter, which only served to amuse Calder even more. Or of the adventures that the bunch of kittens who lived nearby kept having. Or of the way that he would wile his way to get his food everyday, oh how gullible those humans were.... But those were only the home-time adventures. There was a certain tragedy that befell his owner, called "old age" and "grief". Due to these series of events, Calder had to be housesat for a while. And then he had to be transferred to a new home, although he had little idea why. The new home was an apartment building which allowed pets, and Calder did not like the dog that had tried to kill him his first day there - an exciting and slightly embarrassing story to be told another time. His new family perhaps didn't love him as much - or rather, one particular member rather disliked him. Calder noticed that the humans' friends were asked to watch him more often than in his old home, and that the Tall-Female didn't like him. Within' 2 weeks, he was moved to a new apartment-home in that apartment with a friend of the owner-family. Getting shunted around was getting rather boring. And he did not like his inmates. His newest family let the window open quite a bit; in fact, he didn't like to leave anything closed. It was a bit of a hazard, Calder found out in a few days. Within the first week, the day when the door was open, the window was slightly open, and the owner was out (as usual at this time of day), an unwelcome visitor came. The mean-dog. Calder was on the alert; that dog was prowling. Looking for him. Calder had been napping on the easy-chair near the window, and when the dog lunged for him, Calder lunged for the escape route and jumped out the window. Stupid? Not so, or rather, not entirely. There were plenty of ledges for him to jump down onto. Foolhardy? Certainly. Desperate? Undoubtedly! And made slightly safer by the tree growing nearby? Maybe... Calder was sick of having new families that weren't his family of Amilla and Cat-Toy. And so he goes onto the streets to have new adventures, in which a small bird will cause the tearing of his ear, he gets kicked by small girls and prodded by young boys, he loses his collar, gets into catfights with his pestering chatter, and he generally learns that he is a plague to the city until he learns to accept it and it to accept him; that is also a story of its own completely separate to the one when he was 6 years old, where he has temporary amnesia due to a terrible shock and wanders around so much afterwards that his paws bleed and he ends up found by Starlin in the middle of a storm, bedraggled but joking about his terrible state. Calder had forgotten that he had been nearly murdered by a particularly unkind and irate being, but not for long. After the storm those details made themselves clear to him again, and for the next week he'd been recovering from the evidence of those details. The next thing he found he'd never remember was his name; it had been too long. But he did remember his owners, and his life, and what he loved about life. What he still did love about life. No one could take the joy out of life while there was still humor to be told, after all. Other: Why, yes, I would love to tell stories to all of the cute curious kitties who ask! P.S. Also, I tend to post either once daily, once every other day, or once a week depending on business and length of posts. Just thought that'd be relevant. Annnnd history is just... meh. I got wordy because I was fishing for a reason that he'd be on the streets, searching for more and more devices and loop holes, and then getting caught up in potential stories... it's a mess. Nothing like how actual posts would be like; they'd be neater and more succinct. Except for the posts when he starts telling stories, which of course would still be neat... just longer. Because of more talking. Yeah. *discovers mute button* Share this post Link to post
Posted October 30, 2013 *sees that your app is way more descriptive than mine* Whoa. Accepted x'D Share this post Link to post
Posted October 30, 2013 Username: RoD Cat's Name: Felix Age: 2.9 years Rank: Scout Appearance: He's a blonde fluffy Maine Coon cat with black markings. He has some patches of fur in his coat. Personality: Felix is rather dodgy and tough to talk to, but his calm personality doesn't act like it Backstory (optional): ---- Other: ---- Username: RoD Cat's Name: Illusion Age: 2.3 year Rank: Mother Appearance: A black and white calico cat with black fur sprinkled in, making her look exotic Personality: she's calm and cheerfu Backstory (optional): Other: Share this post Link to post
Posted October 31, 2013 (I meant missign for Felix ) Felix sat on a box and watched as the other cats go around, looking for a bite to eat. Illusion yawned before flicking her tail. She couldn't do much otherwise, she'd be putting her unborn kittens in danger. Share this post Link to post
Posted October 31, 2013 Um, there's an RP thread for that. http://forums.dragcave.net/index.php?showtopic=155785 And maybe make your posts a little longer? Share this post Link to post
Posted October 31, 2013 Riverstar, maybe it would be good if there was a link at the top of each thread to the other thread? So that those who click on the rp thread can find the ooc thread, and that those in the ooc thread will see that there's a rp thread by the link at the top Share this post Link to post
Posted November 1, 2013 Username: kingcobra2018 Cat's Name: Azet Age: 2 years Rank: Mother Appearance: A black she-cat with white on the tip of her right ear and her left back paw. She has chocolate eyes and lost her front right paw. Personality: She's sweet and kind once you meet her but before that she's skittish and is seen in the shadows right now the only people she's warmed up to is Starlin and Sally for many reasons. She's often quiet and gentle. Other: Her kits are due soon. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 1, 2013 Oops, um, River, you might want to rename this Out in the Streets OOC Share this post Link to post
Posted November 1, 2013 Yeah, Accepted, and yeah I'll get to those quick Share this post Link to post
Posted November 4, 2013 I'm waiting a bit before having Calder post again~ Because he's not doing much else but relaxing at the moment. So yeah... I'll post again to get him breakfast, or ask for it, or something along those lines. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 10, 2013 Username: shibathedragon Cat's Name: Kacy Age: 2 Rank: Could I be a scout? Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): Kacy is a simple orange tabby. She has orange fur with slightly darker orange stripes, with a white underbelly and paws. She also has a small gold earring in her right ear. Personality: Kacy is playful and fun. She loves to explore and is very curious. She is also quite friendly. Backstory (optional): Unknown Other: Nothing Share this post Link to post
Posted November 14, 2013 Username: kingcobra2018 Cat's Name: Oscar Age: just born Rank: unknown Appearance: Oscar now Oscar later Personality: Not much but he will grow up to be curious and fierce. Backstory: You do realize he was just born right? Other: He's the runt of Azet's litter Share this post Link to post
Posted November 14, 2013 Thanks also how long until we RP them as older kittens... We could do a timeskip just for the kittens once all of them are adopted out? Share this post Link to post
Posted November 14, 2013 Um.. I'd say a couple of days and they could be older. Then maybe a week and they could grow up more. Not sure though. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 16, 2013 I just got back from a five day trip and had to go to school even though I'd come back so late... I think I can post sometime this weekend when I'm not so tired. : Share this post Link to post
Posted November 16, 2013 Alrighty. Oh just to let you know I can give a recap at any time and we're giving out two more kits one more girl and one more male. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 16, 2013 Yep, I still need to fill the app for the kit I claimed Share this post Link to post
Posted November 18, 2013 Username: Tallflower Cat's Name: Emerald Age: 20 moons Rank: Um, may i be a Scout? Appearance (preferably a description, not a picture): sleek, short-haired black she-cat with bright green eyes. Personality: Nice, friendly, and kind. Backstory (optional): Emerald was once a kittypet, but her owners had her de-clawed. She hopes no one will know about them. Other: she has a "thing" for Starlin. (lol) Share this post Link to post
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