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 Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 3:21 pm
 Welcome to the streets, punk.This ain't no how-dee-doo 'hood, y'see. You eitha got a twoleg or you don't. You better thank yah stars if ya do, cuz the streets ain't a place for no liver-bellied wussy cat to tinkle around.
Da streets can be cruel and merciless, and you gotta fess up to da big boss cats of da 'hood you be at. Moh cats round here get killed for so much as lookin' at a cat wrong, so strength is key. You ain't got no claws, you ain't got nothin'.
But lookit me, actin' like some parickly-furred wombat...you got brothas and you good to go, friend. You are a brother amongst friends and you'd better stick close to 'em or get a good lickin' from those cats that would like ta scratch you da wrong way.
If you been payin' attention, good for you. You know da two rules of da streets: strength and friends. Preferrably strong friends. Get my gist?
So there are simple rules here, kapeesh? You stick to 'em and maybe you won't be such a lost cause.
As far as them storyline rules goes:
o1. You start no dung, you get dung. Folks round here hold grudges awfully long, so don't start no fight you can't finish.
o2. Pets are shamed 'round here. They're weak and fat, and often get picked on (or even kilt) by da street cats. (You could say we're like dem warrior fellows, but we ain't all rightous and such; our world is much darker and gloomier, but hey, it suits us.)
o3. Oldies and kittens best stay in after dark. There's some cats round here that ain't got no boundaries when it comes to killin'. Protect your old, and your young, 'less you wanna find what's left of them after a night at bay.
As fer them roleplayin' rules:
o1. Dis is fer KITTYPETS ONLY. NO clan cats can come here, ever.
o2. Ain't no figurin' out twoleg rules, cuz cats don't know left from right when it comes to da twoleg world. But we make up our own, so who needs 'em?
o3. You really can't kill no odda cats without their owna's permission. You can, howeva, kill some nameless cat who has no owner (one you make up, for instance). Just make sure ya don't do that too much or them thread coppers 'll find ya. Strangers and visitors from da outside world ain't really welcomed neither, 'less they can fight a whole gang 'a cats. hah!
o4. You can have a cat from da urban places OR a rogue (but NOT a banished cat from a Clan,) come here...but who da heck would want to? It's usually da otha way around for cats tryin' to escape da dangerous city life...but the journey is hard and cruel, an most are hunted down by their betrayed friends. I don't blame em!
o5. Have fun- if ya can. It ain't a breeze in da streets, but learn the ropes and you ain't got no problem.
Oh, and as a final reminder, grammar ain't that important here. Cats don't really know what that is, but a little birdie told me I should mention it to ya. So get it right.De ResidentialsAin't nobody's dared ta make a cat here. Why dontcha beat 'em to the punch? Kekekeke!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:44 pm
My name is Kieran
I'm a city cat, formerly Seaclan
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Kieran [padded out of the box of a den, stretching out. City life sucked, especially since he lived in a soggy old box and had no friends. Well, he trusted no one. Not after what had happened back then. But, it was easier eating in Leafbare, twolegs would feed him whenever they saw him. It was priceless. But twoleg food was so, slimy. The former Seaclan cat would rather eat cardboard! Well, fish was almost as bad, he could get used to it."Off to get me some food!" Kieran mumbled, heading off to the city. Throngs of people walked by, never noticing him. Only the kits took notice in him, either throwing stuff or pitying him. Actually, most twolegs pitied a cat like himself, living out on his own and all. The brown tom finally arrived to his destination, which was a place that served blood on white stuff, and blood on white worms. He liked the stuff called 'Tuna' most. He began mewing, getting the chefs attention. Again, the large twoleg took notice, and pitied, pulling out a small fish and throwing it to him. Kieran let it fall, then ran to it and nodded at the twoleg, sitting down to nom on it. He was thankful for the food.]
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:42 pm
Flint
_________________________________________________________________   Morning light filtered through broken class and ripped curtains and shone on an ashy colored pelt. The fur rose and fell calmly as a set of eyes examined the run down room. Flint opened his mouth in a large yawn and pushed himself to his paws. He had been in a fight the previous day and had obtained a few minor cuts that irritated him from time to time. He tried his hardest not to itch at the healing tissue in order to avoid more damage. He turned his body to look at a cut and rasped his tongue over it, giving it temporary relief. The grumble of his stomach interrupted him and he puffed out his fur in irritation. Food this, food that, would his stomach ever be happy for once!?
Flint bunched his muscles and leaped to the floor of the house he had taken residence in. He descended the stairs and approached the door. He marked the door frame, as he did daily, to warn intruders off then set out on his way in search of food. He looked at the sun, it wasn't dawn, but it was not yet sun high, which meant a certain twoleg place would be discarding of food any time soon. The cat smiled to himself and turned down a street, occasionally hissing at twolegs that got too close. The twoleg kits wanted nothing more than to grab him and take him away, but he wouldn't allow that.
Turning down an alley, Flint observed a slightly familiar cat begging for food. He scoffed at the cat and turned his attention else where. A large grey/silver bin was placed at the corner and Flint knew he had found his target. He jumped atop it and stood at the edge near the wall. With his paws on the can, and his side brushing up against the wall, he pushed, tipping the bin to it's point of no return. The street cat reacted quickly and landed on his feet beside the can. He rounded it and looked inside. There were a few scraps that he picked out and carried over to the wall to lay down and enjoy them. He ate with his claws extended and his eyes on the cat, watching him eat the rewards of being pathetic. 
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:06 pm
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[A sleek spotted tabby with piercing emerald eyes sat up tall and proud, on the top floor of a two story building. One would probably ask, what was he doing, sitting on top of a building? The answer came a few moments later. The back door of the building opened, a twoleg stepping out and tossing some unwanted scraps of meat into one of the silver metal bins. The tabby tom would never stoop so low as to beg for food from twolegs; at most he would just snatch it from other cats. Not that he needed to, he could take care of himself more than well enough. The spotted tabby jumped off the building, twisted in mid-air and landed neatly on his paws, on top of the metal bin. He leaned down and took a chunk of scrap meat in his jaws, jumping off and landing on the ground, and started to tear into the scrap.
He had only just started to eat when an ashen coloured tom turned into the alley and fished around in another bin, pulling out some unpleasant looking scraps. The tabby allowed a smile to himself, though of course if wasn't visible. To survive in the streets, one had to be smart and know where to look for food. The ash coloured tom looked big and strong, and probably quite a capable fighter, but whether he was smart or not...he guessed not. A cat such as him, he would indeed be useful if he was obedient.
"To survive in the city, my good sir, you have to know the best places to look for food. Like the back door of the butcher shop right here."
[He said as he pointed to the back door with his tail, and indicating the bin he had just fished out scrap meat from. A small smile was playing at the tabby's lips, and it was rare for him to offer anyone to share his food...
...And when "Dogslayer Al" offers something, he always expects something in return.] ███████████████ ███████████████ ██████████ ██████████ █████ █████ Layout Ⓒ iZann
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:18 pm
My name is Kieran
I'm a city cat, formerly Seaclan
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Kieran [Finally finished off the twoleg food, feeling slightly sick from how slimy and tasteless it was. Twolegs needed to flavor things more often, their food was just as bad as the food thrown in the trash. Speaking of trash, he turned around to see a large gray cat digging through the garbage, and being confronted by some other cat who had similar features to himself. The brown tom snorted, purposely passing by the two cats to say something. "Hope you two are having fun digging through the trash." he said ignorantly, his head up high and his eyes filled with hatred. Kieran could trust no one at all. They weren't deserving of his trust. He didn't even know them! He continued walking, but walking slower then usual, waiting for one to call him back and reply. Kieran liked fighting city cats, it was his way of exercise.]
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:29 pm
Flint
_________________________________________________________________ [Flint looked lazily up at tabby whom had just spoken. He twisted his ears forward and listened carefully to what information he offered. He chuckled to himself and stood, licking his lips before stretching.]
"My friend, I am quite capable of surviving in that city." he said with a sarcastic grin.
[Flint was weary with the new tom and made sure to keep his focus trained on him. Though despite his knowing of how to survive, the ash cat leaped to the edge of the bin and peered in. There was still scraps, enough to feed many cats, perhaps he would tell his mother when he saw her next, but then again the tabby would probably get a little 'upset' with him.]
[Flint turned to look at the brown cat he had first set eyes on. Something about the cat annoyed Flint, and he was about to do something about it. He jumped down and padded quickly in front of Kieran. He glanced at the tabby, half expecting him to jump in, after all the comment was also directed at him.]
"At least we are true city goers. You beg and whine for your food, like a pitiful kit." Flint said before imitating the cry of a young kit, "Mommy...please feed me..."
[Flint sneered at the brown cat and crouched slightly, ready to react if he needed.]
"Is that what the twoleg is? Your mommy? Are you just a kit?" he teased.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:38 pm
xXSylvakyXx 3nodding noalaniwolf ((Do we have to make profiles or can we just start?)) You need to make a profile ((wow...that was like..instant. Alright...is the profiles on the regular profile page?))
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:39 pm
Its on the normal profile approval thread.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:40 pm
noalaniwolf xXSylvakyXx 3nodding noalaniwolf ((Do we have to make profiles or can we just start?)) You need to make a profile ((wow...that was like..instant. Alright...is the profiles on the regular profile page?)) Yep. And I just happened to check the page after you posted :3
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:42 pm
I'm not the girl your mother warned you about... [A sleek, beautiful bengal cat was grooming herself daintily on a windowsill of a boutique, making sure her spotted coat was as rich and shiny as ever. She checked
her appearance in her reflection in the window, turning to all angles as she inspected herself. Dazzling emerald eyes were staring right back at her, with a satisfied and pompous look.]
She laughed quietly and airily, thinking to herself, Darling, if that isn't gorgeous, then I don't know what is...
[Once she was sure that her appearance was at her best, she gave a quick nod to herself and jumped gracefully down onto the sidewalk, her long tail swaying with her lithe, slim body. She walked, no floated
down the sidewalk, putting her chin regally in the air as if she owned the entire city. She continued to walk when she heard a deep male voice coming from the alleyway next to her. Her heart immediately leapt.]
Are you my ticket to fame, sugar?
[She immediately took a swift turn into the alley, and was delighted to find three toms to grace her presence with.
For once, she ignored the voice in her head that told her to get out of the dirty alleyway, and headed towards them.]
Her green eyes focused on the most intimidating one there, but she addressed them all as she said smoothly
with a seductive glance, "Well, well, well, who had a party and didn't invite Jewelle?"...her imagination was never this good.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 6:04 am
XXＡＬＰＨＯＮＳＥxx✦xx" ＤＯＧＳＬＡＹＥＲXＡＬ "XX[ CITY ] T O MIxxC A NxxS E ExxT HExxF E A Rxx█ ██xxIN YOUR EYESXXXXXXTaking more than a G L I M M E R of this T A I N T E D moonlight ↘↘XXXXXXXDEATH APPROACHES ON THIS NIGHT ►► DEATH APPROACHES ON THIS NIGHTXXXXXXXXXXTHEY WILL SPEAK MY NAME FOR ETERNITYXXXXXXXXX███████████████ ███████████████ ██████████ ██████████ █████ █████ OUTOFCLAWS: @XxPreussischePrinzessinxX who do you mean "the most intimidating one"? XD
@Ocean: Rules said no banished clan cats...? O.o And the city is VERY FAR from the forest...
Alphonse's piercing emerald gaze shifted upwards when a brown ticked tabby (Kieran) walked past them, purposely throwing some insults at them. The only reaction Alphonse gave was a blink, but nothing else. His eyes, cold and empty, showed no sign of the insult affecting him in any way. He knew this type of cat, cats who liked to brag and fight, just to show off their strength in the streets. At the very least he looked strong, but the ashen tom (Flint) looked bigger and more muscular. Without any warning, the ashen tom leapt down and quickly padded after the ticked tabby tom, casting a brief glance at him. Alphonse had no desire to engage in a petty insulting competition, usually he would have sliced the throat of any cat who insulted him faster than you can say "ah", but today he would make an exception.
He got up and trotted fowards the ashen tom gracefully, stopping when he stood in front of the brown tabby, letting his icy emerald orbs land on Kieran unblinkingly.]
"Peace, my good sir."
He said to Flint in the same strangely polite tone he had previously used,
"It is entirely his choice if he wants to lower himself to be a twoleg slavepet, to beg and grovel for titbits like a mongrel slave. Isn't it?"
[He directed his last question straight at Kieran, twisting his words so that Kieran would have no choice but to agree. It was his own choice after all, and every word Alphonse had said was twisted but true.]
"Come, let's leave this lowly slave alone. We should not waste out breath talking to those who treat themselves even lower than the dirt beneath our paws."
[He said to Flint, still with his sickly smooth voice and the cold gaze in his eyes. He had a way with words that could make you believe a rat was a cat if he wanted, and throwing petty insults at each other? Hah, he would never do such a thing. Just then, a she-cat turned into their alleyway, giving all of them a seductive glance and speaking in a voice that was sweet a honey.]
"Well then my apologies good madam, you've just been invited."
["Dogslayer Al" said to the gorgeous she-cat politely, giving her no more than a brief glance. Alphonse had no interest in females at all, but even he had to admit that she looked very beautiful. He won't be surprised if any of these cats recognised him, after all the name "Dogslayer Al" was pretty famous in these parts of the city.] ███████████████ ███████████████ ██████████ ██████████ █████ █████ Layout Ⓒ iZann
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:02 am
My name is Kieran
I'm a city cat, formerly Seaclan
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Kieran kept his cold gaze on Flint, ready for action if this cat decided to pull something mouse-brained. The brown tom opened his jaw to speak, but ended up sneezing. This city was full of dust and muck, he sneezed about a million times per day. Afterwards, Kieran shook his head and continued with what he was about to say."Atleast I'm not that low that I'd pull half rotten food out of the neighborhood trash can just to half fill my stomach. You know, that stuff Ain't good for your stomach. You'll probably die from issues with your stomach, Ace(He makes up random nicknames for cats.). Don't worry, I'll be sure to stop by at your grave once you die and spit on it, to show how much I love you. Well, unless your just thrown onto the side of the road to be dumped on. Then, I don't know..." Kieran turned around to leave once more, but heard the other cat talk. Now this, was more reasonable. He turned back around, his pine green eyes still filled with hatred."Hey look, a cat who actually has common sense. Haven't seen one of those since I left the clans. And first of all, it's horrible out. I'm not gonna go hunt for a scrawny little mouse, when I could get something I'm used to. Fish. Just a warning, stay out of my way, and your pretty pelt of yours won't be messed with, ya hear me? I'm younger then all of Y'all, I'm more complex and able to do more then scratch the flea's out of my fur." he then turned around to leave right after Jewelle came along. He had no interests in City she-cats, they were all dirty and acted like they owned the city. In his mind, Sharkhail was above all of them.]
I can't because your so far away ❤ x
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 9:02 am
(Oh right ok then blaugh He will have to travel many many miles to get from the forest to the city though eek Unless he rode on a truck XD
Wow we need more urban cats lol)
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