didn't mean to offend anyone, sorry

good

ok i guess i will start

I sigh as I curl up next to my lazy dog. "Come on move you fluffy thing. Let's go on a walk."

He jerks up. "Yes a walk now come on." He runs up the stairs.

"Let's go," I say and take him to the garage. "Stay."

I sa, "Here's the lunch" and take him outside.

Name: Leo Heaps

Age: 8 in human years, 56 in dog years.

Animal: Dog

Breed: Shitz tuz

Appearance: Small sized, but not chiwawa sized. White with black splotches here and there. Pug nose. Big, brown eyes. Short, but fluffy hair.

Hobbies: Sleeping, following me, protecting me from people, taking walks, licking, snuggling, and more sleeping

Good/Evil: Good

Personality: Protective to a fault, likes to jump on top of dogs that are bigger or smaller than him. Acts bigger than he is.

Ok, here is my cat!!!!! He's awesome. Wonderful. Purrrrrrrrfect. Those are just my opinions on him. :)

Name: Tiger.

Age: kitten age. (In real life he's an adult.) 

Animal: cat. REALLY agile.

Hobbies: wearing cool hats. No, really. fav hat is 1900s paper boy cap.

Good/Evil: Good. 

Vote scene: Night time, in a small pet shop for those who want smart pets...(At least that was their slogan.) Tiger sat, looking out at the the world from his cage. His chance had come. He got up as quietley as possible and looked at the lock. Huh. One of those ones made by people who thought animals were simple. He easily flicked the bolt on the other side, and the cage door swung open. He softly padded out into the night. As he was about to go through the flap door, he paused and looked back. He was about to leave his only home. Leave the comfortable home he had always wanted... Why not go back? Tiger was going to get back in his cage when he remembered. The scolding. The people coming and looking at him through the bars as if he was a stuffed toy. This place was a lie. A lie about security. The outside of the cages looked wonderful. Toys strewn around. Blankets with lion pictures on them. But the visitors never looked at the actual pets. The look in their eyes. If people did, then the pet store would have been torn down long ago. Tiger turned his back to it. But heard a squawk. He turned around and saw the parrot. And the bloodhound and even the monkey. Every animal was staring at him. Seeing him go. Seeing a chance for freedom. If Tiger left, he would feel so guilty. Because he wouldn't have freed the others. Every moment he spent here, the chance to go was slowly slipping by. He was torn. Finally, he broke. He quickly undid the locks on all of the cages. "Hurry! It's almost dawn!" One by one they softly left the pet store. Tiger was last. As he hurried into the brisk air, he thought about what lay ahead. And he smiled.

oooohhhhhhhh....... I thought the "vot scene" thing was a scene from the animal's life......... sorry about that..... My vote scene is............... FANTASY.

sorry, sorry, sorry. I forgot about my pets appearance. Here it is:

Appearance: grayish, with darker gray stripes. Thats how he got his name. Stripes like a tiger.  

ohhhh........... sorry, I just want you to know, my real pet actully doesn't wear 1900s paper boy caps. Sorry about that. I just added that in because this IS an RP, so things can be fantasyish. I think..... correct me if I'm wrong, ok? what my cat actully likes to do: lie in the sun. catch mice. that kind of stuff. 

should we start? 'cause I'm just DYING to begin. Also, one question:

Is this RP gonna be the

1. type of RP that's where the starter of the RP writes what happens, then the people post their piont of vew of the day.

2. type of RP where the starter of the RP writes HIS/HER piont of vew of the day,(Just to make clear what happens.) then everyone else doese THIER piont of vew.

3. or is it the type that people just write what happens to THEIR character, and sometimes make their character meet up with the other peoples characters.

Please reply, because I'm kind of confused. :)   

When are we gonna start?

Tiger's nose twiched. A smell. Of fish. FRESH fish.He followed his nose to a window and lept up onto it. Through the glass pane he saw a fat man cutting fish. Next to the man there was a woman, probably the man's wife, cooking a soufly on a stove. Tiger couldn't believe his luck! In a small village, next to a huge forest, with only one bookstore and two grocery stores, Tiger had found a restaurant! He lept off the windowsill and walked to the back door.  A garbage can. Tiger looked into the garbage can and saw...... a leg of lamb! Quickly he dragged it out of the garbage can and hurried into an unoticeable corner. He ate half of his prize and  licked himself clean. I will get hungry later, and this prize won't last long... He thought. Then he got an Idea.

TO BE CONTINUED........

Did you like that? 

Marceline~

I sit in the apartment window, staring out at the cars driving by. My people have moved me from my large home and yard, into a small condo. My old house had been the place I raised. The place where I found all my favorite spots. Though, just because I miss my old home, it doesn't mean I hate this place. I have already figured out how to get on top of the cabinets. And it's easier to find everybody. And I've been a lot more patient, so that's a positive. But it's unfamiliar, and it has no yard to escape in, or my chicken friends that I grew up with.  I may be adapting, but it will never be my home.

Sorry if this wasn't very interesting. But I just had to get this off my chest. My family moved from the house I have lived in for ten years,  to an apartment. I still go to the same school, and I can still see my friends, but it's just weird.  Especially since you can see my old home from my school. But, I'm fine.