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Magic Cat RP...
So these cats aren't really magic, but they have a special skill or two. Um, they're kind of powers but not really. They're just extra powerful traits. To make it simple, I'll make a list of the ones you can choose:
Extra powerful senses, extra stealth, extra fast regeneration (like she gets a gaping wound and in like two days it looks like it'd never been there), extra strength, extra smartness, extra cuteness.
Choose 1-2.
Also, you have to have one weakness. They're like the opposites of the powers, here is the list:
Weak senses, little stealth, really slow regeneration, little strength, not smart, ugly and uncute.
You can be one of three kinds of cats: street cat, average housecat, cat from rich household. The classes get along okay generally. All the street cats are part of the "cat gang" of alley cats. You can just write about how old your cat is like "teenager," "kitten," "adult" or "elderly". You can have three.
Here's mine:
Shadow
Gender: F
Age: Almost adult cat
Appearance: Lean, black cat with sleek coat even though she is a street cat. Violet eyes and muscular in that feminine way.
Personality: Dominant, defiant, protective of the cats she cares about, slightly mistrusting. She rules the cat gang as the undisputed leader but is still kind and loyal to her cat gang. She believes that the ruler should give back.
Class: Street
Powers: Stealth and regeneration.
Weaknesses: She isn't very cute. (She isn't really ugly but has the ferocious street cat look.)
Other: Snowflake's older sister. She is also the leader of the cat gang. Good fighter.
Snowflake
Gender: F
Age: Kitten. If she were human, she'd be about the equivalent of a six or seven year old.
Appearance: Fluffy little white kitten with clear blue eyes.
Personality: Sweet, kind, trusting.
Class: Rich household cat.
Powers: Adorability and good senses.
Weakness: Isn't strong.
Other: Shadow's younger sister. All of the cat gang likes her. At first they only didn't hurt her because Shadow would have shown them their place. Then they grew to like her.
submitted by Somebody , age Who cares, Various places
(April 19, 2015 - 10:57 pm)
(April 19, 2015 - 10:57 pm)
Scraps~
I watch princess carefully. She is quite beautiful, and we both know that. A housepet with kind but slight vane thoughts. But I shake that out of my head. Foolish, foolish. I must be respectful.
I narrow my eyes, feeling the fur of another cat. Bins.
"Hello, beauty."
"Hello, stalker," I hiss.
"Be kind, orange eyes. You are as lovely a-"
"Enough of your foolish talk. May I rest in peace for once?" I turn my head away. "Earn the love of another cat, Bins. I won't listen."
"Fine, fine, sweet cat. I will try my hardest... To find your love. I know it's in your stone-like heart." I roll my eyes at him. Respect, respect, remember Scraps! Be careful.
"Yes, yes, Bins." I curl my tail around him and stalk away.
I look back to Princess. She is looking at me too. I wave my tail in greeting and bound away.
(April 24, 2015 - 8:45 pm)
Princess~
I watch Scraps gracefully bound away and felt a pang of jealousy. I know I'm a beautiful cat, but I don't feel it. I down talk myself a lot and sometimes act vain to myself to make up for it. I sit down and stare at my paws and sigh. I don't have her courage, there is even something in her walk that just makes me shudder. I may be pretty, but I didn't feel it in least. I felt like a perfect-looking egg, but all rotten on the inside. I didn't know how to look pretty. I mean there's the natural pretty, then there is the confident pretty, the part that every cat loves. I sigh and plop down on the grass. I resist the urge to roll over on my back for as long as possible. But I finally give in a squiggle around on my back. Then I take a cat nap.
(April 25, 2015 - 2:56 am)
(April 24, 2015 - 8:48 pm)
Blue-
I jump into Princess's yard. She may not remember me, but I've seen her many times.
"Oh! Who are you?" she asks.
"Blue. Blue Violet," I tell her politely.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asks me. I hear a hint of sorrow in her voice.
I look right at her. My hearing is good enough that I can do that. I feel her paws slide along the grass as she recoils. My eyes are eerie: Clearly blind, but they're still a bizarre, milky violet.
"I'll assume so," I tell her, "but I have to go now. Be careful. I hear dogs."
I leap over the fence, my tortoishell coat rippling in the wind.
(April 25, 2015 - 10:15 am)
Scraps~
"Hello, Scraps."
"Blue Violet? Oh, hello!" I nudge her in greeting.
"Do the mice run for you? (Way of saying, "How are you?")" I ask.
"Well, well, Scraps." She looks at me. "I talked to Princess."
"Aw, she sad? I feel sorry for her." I look down, embarrassed.
"Don't feel down, Scraps. Your beauty shouldn't be your negative."
"But it feels like it, Blue." I lick her. "Well, I hear Shadow calling. Must be a meeting. Let's hope the prey is senseless this time." (Another way of saying, "Let's hope everything is fine.")
"Yes, Scraps." I bound toward the alleyway.
"Cats with their freedom and power still in place, meet!" Shadow yowls.
After every cat part of our gang came, she continued.
"After River Rain was taken by a bigfeet, we must take extra measures."
"By doing what?" Somecat asks.
"We must make our camp more secretive. And everyone must take someone else when going out, especially a kit.... Actually, no young cat will be allowed to live camp."
"How do you define young?"
"...Under 12 months old."
(April 25, 2015 - 2:34 pm)
Amber~
"No!" I shout. "That's stupid, where would they go? We're street cats, they're street cats. If you're suggesting putting them in captivity, well, no, no, no!"
Cats have to listen to the medicine cat, right? I stay still as they turn. "If we do so, we fasten the collar."
I flick my tail and slink off.
(April 25, 2015 - 6:53 pm)
Princess~
I just asked a blind cat if I was pretty. And I suppose I know that I am pretty. But if a was highly would.... I mean.... I've had plenty of suitors, but all of them because of my looks. Not one of them would care whether I was a brat, or nice, or evil. I sigh, no one understands, maybe I'll just be a loner. Well... I don't want to be...in fact I like mammoth. Not only is he handsome, but hes really funny. I sigh. I don't think he likes me, he at least doesn't show it. And if he did see to be my mate, it would probably be for the same reasons as the rest of them.
(April 25, 2015 - 3:20 pm)
I hope I'm not too late...
Name: Mishi (pronounced MEE-shee).
Gender: F
Age: Teens, like fifteen if she was a human.
Appearance: White with liglht orange spots, and shining golden eyes.
Personality: Brave, but mother-like to all cats. Loyal and quick to make friends with. Tries to keep the peace and have everyone happy.
Class: Average housecat.
Powers: Smarts and fast regeneration.
Weaknesses: Little stealth.
Other: None.
(April 26, 2015 - 1:21 pm)
Cyrus~
I run home under grey storm clouds. The air is cold and heavy and tense.
I hope the bigfeet have left foood out for me. I am hungry.
It has begain to rain lightly. I pick up my pace for home. When I arrive the house is dark. I slow down, although it is raining harder. There is something wrong here. The house almost seems dead. Where are the bigfeet that make it alive? I jump onto the porch of the silent house. My food bowl is gone. I stare at the place where it should have been.
The realization rips though me. They have left. The bigfeet have gone and left me behind. How could they? I am confused, and outraged at the same time.
I creep under the porch, cold, wet, and hungry. I curl into a wet ball, shivering. What am I to do? No bigfeet to give me food.
One option presents itsself. Become a street cat.
I am horrifyed by the idea. A street cat? Never!
But what other choice do I have?
Before I think of anything else I fall asleep.
(April 26, 2015 - 8:51 pm)
I crawl under the porch. "What do you want?" the cat hisses.
"Do you have any food?" I ask him politely.
"You could look at me when I talk, you know," he says.
"Do you want me to?" I ask him, turning to him as my luminous eyes gleam in the dark.
"Okay, okay..." he says.
"Here," I say, passing him a chicken leg, "this'll help."
(April 27, 2015 - 11:17 am)
Cyrus~
I look at the cat, then at the chicken leg. "Why?'I ask.
"Trust me, it will help" she says.
I weigh my options.The chances of finding food withot bigfeet was very low. But I was suspicious of this cat. Why this suuden gift of food? Finely hunger overcame me. I ponched on the chcken leg and devoured it.
After I had finshed eating I turn to face the cat. "Why?" I ask again. "Why are you here? What do you want with me? And why the food?" The cat doesn't answer for a long tiime.
The rain is coming down in sheets. Pounding, pounding, at the helpless earth. There is a silence under the porch. Not a heavy silence, or a emtpy silence but a silence like a invisible question hanging in the air. ""Well..." says the cat looking at me with luminous eyes. "It goes like this-" With a loud CRACK the old porch falls down. The cat and I dash out into the rain from the falling porch.
(April 27, 2015 - 10:44 pm)
Mishi~
Rain pounds outside the glass door, but I am safe by the fire, with a warm hand to pet me and and kind hand to stroke me. I purr loudly, and my owner mutters some soft-sounding gibberish to me as I roll over onto my back.
True, I have always felt a calling to the world outside the glass doors. I've even been out there, met some cats once or twice. But right now is not a good time. I think of all the poor cats hiding under porches and trees, trying desperatly to keep dry, and my heart aches.
Which makes me think of Morla and Torin.
They live here, with me, and I love them like my son and daughter. They are always the ones who love the outdoors, and I think that they aren't here. Maybe they're still out there. Soaking wet. With nobody to help them. With other mean cats.
I jump up from my warm spot. My owner makes an exclamation of surprise as I run up the stairs, yowling, "Morla! Torin! Please be there, my little kits!" They aren't really my kittens, but I feel as if they are. "Morla! Torin!"
No response.
I run down to my owner. "Where are Morla and Torin?" I ask, hoping my owner will answer.
My owner makes a noise and heads to the fridge. No! I don't want food! I want Morla and Torin! They must be outside.
I run to the glass door and yowl at it. My owner will let me out. My owner has to.
My owner pauses for a minute, and then makes a hissing sound and opens the door. I run out of it, still saying, "Morla! Torin!"
I must find them.
(April 28, 2015 - 9:16 am)
I narrow my eyes at Amber.
"Foolish cat. Going to get herself killed with comments like that," I mutter to Blue. Then I realize that she isn't here.
"Blue? Blue?!" I call out, jumping onto my paws and racing away. I nearly trip on Amber, who is sulking slightly in the darkness. I think for a moment. She musta went for some reason, maybe she found another cat? I bound away.
I look into the first bigfeet house, yowling for Violet.
"Calm yourself, Scraps. I am fine." I heard a polite meow behind me. I turned around, facing Blue Violet.
"Where did you go? I was worried sick about you!" I groan. "Se-Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't see the other cat." I bow my head in embarrassment.
"This is Cyrus, Scraps." I nod, nosing the cat. He seemed shy, but his eyes glinted with fierce bravery.
"Hello, young cat," I smile. "I am Scraps."
"And do not worry so, Scraps. I wasn't in much trouble."
"Sorry, Blue." I nudge her, pawing her ear in a apology.
"Anyways, this cat wants to join the street cats."
"Why? He smells like a housepet. Why would he want to leave his bigfeet."
"Because my bigfeet left me," Cyrus mutters, the first time he said something.
"Oh... I'm sorry."
"Eh, not like I liked them or anything."
"Well, let's get going. We must tell Shadow," Blue interrupts. She leads the way, while i strike a conversation with Cyrus. I must say-- I kinda like him. He isn't stuck up, but has this sort of fierce stench around him, and his eyes betray cleverness. I blush, realizing what I was thinking.
"...Scraps? You okay?" Cyrus interrupts my thoughts.
"O-oh. I-I'm fine, thank you." I shake my head, and bound off toward Blue without another word.
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(April 28, 2015 - 10:32 pm)
Shadow~
"Amber has a point," I say. "Ah, Amber. How do you know ALWAYS how to appeal to me? But we WILL move camp. I suggest you get ready for the move. What day is it?"
"I believe it is Fishsun [Wednesday] today," somecat replies.
"In that case, we shall move camp this Clawsun [Sunday]. I expect you all ready by Catsun [Saturday]."
"THIS CATSUN?!" somecat cries. "Only three suns [days] away! That is as preposterous as cats bowing down to dogs [very preposterous, as cats think of dogs as lesser creatures]."
"Yes," I snarl. "THIS CATSUN. Do you challenge my leadership, Yellow?"
"No..."
Then Scraps, Blue, and another cat bound in.
"Scraps, Blue, you are a bit late. Could you try to avoid this in the future?" I ask. "Now, we were just discussing the necessary move of the camp. I proposed leaving the young cats, but Amber stood up for them. However, we are moving camp this Clawsun, and I expect the cats in camp to be ready by Catsun. What is new on your side?"
"This is Cyrus," Scraps says. "He was abandoned by his bigfeets."
The kitten meowed piteously. She was hungry. She hadn't been fed for days, and you could count every rib on her body. "Shut up!" the bigfeet snapped, and hit her with the stick. She yowled in protest and bolted out the open screen door. Running, running. She will never go back to that wretched place again.
"I completely understand. Bigfeets can be doofuses."
"He would like to join."
"The cat gang?" I contemplate. "Let us have a vote. All in favor of Cyrus's joining, stand up."
Every cat stands up.
"It is decided, then. Cyrus will be initiated. He shall need someone to show him the fish and scales here. ["Show him the fish and scales" is the feline equivalent for "Show him the ropes."]"
"I will!" Scraps says.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I walk up to the mansion. The town's well-to-do live there. So does the cat I want to visit.
The third floor window is open as always. It isn't hard, getting up there. This dwelling has many balconies and jutting windowsills. I climb up to the window. Befor jumping in, I look. The lady that does the cleaning is in the room but her back is turned. I land silently on the floor, turning up the stealth, and then stalk out of the room.
Crystal, the adult Siamese, sits, watching her brood. As does Lemon, also adult, but not a Siamese. The kittens I would like to visit are not related by blood, but are so close that they could be of one brood. "Snowflake! Raspberry!" I call. My younger sister and my adorable kitten friend immediately bounce over. "Shadow!" My sister cries. "Sadow!" Raspberry parrots, making me smile. "Do the mice run for you?" I ask of them.
"Yes, they do! Do they run for you?"
"Yes, my little one. Very well, too."
"My bigfeets gave me too much fish again," Snowflake purrs. She pushes her bowl toward me. It is three-fourths full. "Oh, Snowflake, I couldn't possibly carry all this!" I laugh. "And that is why I will help you," she says. Snowflake knows that I will not eat until the rest of the group have had their share. "So, Snow, Berry, we're moving camp. To the alley in Sunrest [the west]."
"Good! Now that you will be closer, maybe you will visit more often."
"Visit mow often! Yes! I wike it when you visit!" Raspberry chimes.
As we carry the fish toward the current camp, I see that there will be half a fish for everyone, including the newcomer. What was his name? Citrus? Oh well, I would ask it when I get back.
(April 28, 2015 - 11:43 pm)
Mishi~
I keep yowling their names over and over again, searching out yard, hoping they're somewhere in my owner's yard, that I don't have to go out of it.
But there's only the sound of rain pounding in torrents and sheets.
Slowly, I put a paw out of my owner's yard. Nothing happens. I jump out and run onto some went stone that is in squares. I run across them, still saying my kit's names.
I keep running for an inmeasurable amount of time until I have no idea where I am. I circle around. "Morla? Torin?"
The rain almost covers the scent but then I smell fish. I realize how hungry I am. I follow the scent until I see a large group of cats, all gobbling down fish. I stand there for a second, wondering who they are. Then I remember.
Morla and Torin are always meowing about the cats who live on the streets, wild, and in a gang. The two kits always said it with a hint of admiration in their voices. Maybe they joined them.
"Excuse me?" I say.
Every single cat jumps up from their fish and strikes a defensive pose.
I shirk back. Although their pelts are slick down by rain, although they're dirty and ragged, they still have an air of confidence surrounding them. Their bright eyes gleam.
"I... don't mean to fright you," I say. They retain their attacking positions.
"I'm awfully sorry for interrupting your lovely dinner," I try again. "But I'm looking for two cats,"
One hisses. "Look for them somewhere else!"
I shrink back more, my pelt even wetter from the rain.
"Now, now, be nice Yellow," says one cat. I can tell she's female. She steps forward, her black pelt gleaming in the rain. "Who are you?" she says.
"My name is Mishi," I say. "I'm looking for two kits- I mean, cats. Their names are Morla and Torin. I was wondering if you'd seen them or if they'd joined you,"
The she-cat said smoothly. "Haven't ever heard of them,"
"Okay" I stutter. "Thank you," I was going to turn away but-
(April 29, 2015 - 9:23 am)