Also, in Whicker's sheet it says that he knows everybody and everybody knows him.

I have been contemplating on joining or not cause I don't know how to include my character or what my character should be. But I think I got it now

Name: Inform

Age: 3

Gender: male

Species: raccoon (they can live up to 20.)

Appearance: He's slimmer then the adverage raccoon. Blue eyes. Black mask and stripes on grey fur. What you expect he's a raccoon.

Personality: A bit on the cocky side. He likes to learn everything that's happening. Keeps a few secrets of his own. Slow to trust but loyal to those  who gain it. Tends to remain collective in situations but not much of a fighter. He uses the environment to his favor instead of his might. Hates ignorance.

Something random: he likes the human drink root beer. That kind that's been around since the 1800's. He's trying to figure out how to make his own.

How he reacted to this meeting: during one of his exchanges (you'll see in a minute) he heard that there were meetings that happen behind the casino. He's been coming ever since, above them in the fire exits. He was a bit worried that this could be the work of a stronger force "animal control" but remained collective. Someone might find this information useful. Now if only the rung on the ladder wasn't so old and rusty...

Background: Inform is what is known as a broker. He barters information for information or better, a bottle or can of root beer. Secrets, rumors, gossip, or just regular news. He's the one to turn to. It he doesn't know, he'll turn to great lengths to know. It's useful to have thumbs after all...

Other: open to shipping I guess... 

Password. New moon gathering. Chasers of the cards

Inform~

52 missing dogs in the last moon? Fang's not a phycopath?  New dog catcher in town? I hang from the ladder of a nearby fire escape in the darkness. Let the gossip fly, I can hang all night long.

As a broker. One must do anything for information. Everyone wants it. To blackmail, to plan, to surprise. It doesn't matter. Knowledge is power and it's my job to get it and sell it. Maybe someone knows how to make Root Beer... Mmmm... Root Beer I got to get to my stash after this...

They disband to follow the scent the rat is talking about. Surprised the cats didn't get her...

Snap! 

What in the-

CRACK!

The rung breaks of due to years of neglect. The rain not helping. I fall into the boxes.

"Someone is here!"

"Think it's the dog catcher?"

"We don't got time! Gives us more reason to run!"

Please don't look please don't look

The problem with being a broker?

Some people like their secrets to be secrets

Inform look what you have done... 

Sorry for not posting sooner!

Angel

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"Onward!" Angel shoust, as the small parade of animals head in some form of direction to find their friends. Oh, by the way, the ferret says, falling into pace next to the splotched lepord-like dog. " I'm Angel, and I decided to come because the ducks are taking good animals and they deserve to be freed! Also, stupid ducks..." She gets some weird looks, especially from the rat, but she shruggs it off. She bounces ahead to the front few rows of the group.

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Procrastionation post, but im working on a book for class :) so... sorry! 

@EVERYONE Hey guys, I'm sorry for my saltiness and if i made anyone uncomfortable I'm just like whoa super defensive so sorry if I like snapped at anyone (or passive-aggressively called them out on everything, sorry Rogue, I'd like to work with you into making Fang a better character, like really! I think she has some good potential! But I don't really put those types of characters out there like that...iI think it should be more...subtle. Makes a bigger impression, believe it or not ;p)

@Moonlight, is the post that Blue Moon made ok? Like, does she portray your character better? R u ok with it, or should we like, rewrite the whole scene in general? (Im not being petty, I'm actually concerned about this. I don't want to cheat anyone out of this RP, and I want everyone to feel included! That's sort of why I yelled at you, Rogue, I think you kinda sorta stole the spotlight from everyone else, and I would like everyone to be spotlighted equally. I mean, that goes for me too! So if anyone feels as if I'm being too controlling of their characters or centering it too much around mine, don't be afraid to tell me!) 

*bows* thank you. (Storm, I luv your drawings, they're cute!) 

Inform~

Thank god...

They decided that my fall was not worth their time and started following the rat. The ferret is talking about ducks for some reason but I have reason to believe she ment who ever is kidnapping those dogs.

I hate that I don't know who. When you don't know. You are left in the dark and can fall for lies. I of course don't spread lies if I don't know. It's bad for business.

Not like it's mine problem. Most likely they'll leave me alone unless I'm trespassing. But by finding out, I would have new information to sell. Heck, the culprit might be someone I know. That would be useful. Of course I can't blackmail a human. Not like they can understand us animals anyway. But by selling what I do know, I could get some more to sell from ole yeller over there.

Getting out from the boxes I quickly follow. Remaining out of sight. Rule one of business. Do go to them. Let them come to you. That will increase the chances of them overpaying in information or maybe a root beer. Heck I'll settle for the green paper humans use to exchange goods. I know that you can put them in these big tall boxes and get food or better that heavenly exicler... I think I have an addiction...

Following is easy enough. There are like over 20 of them. It's hiding that's hard. My slim structure makes it easier along with the smell they are following. But out of 40 eyes. One of them is gonna notice someone following them...

Let's hope it's after We find out who the culprit is. 

I'm beginning to think I'm like Timmy's mom but with rps instead of plants...

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Thanks for letting me join, Claaws!

Name: Evan. Yes, a bland name. Because anh other names I thought of were ridiculously pretentious. I mean, who names their kitten 'Nightshade'?

Age:

Gender (or preferred pronouns): Male.

Species (you don’t have to be a dog): A cat.

Appearance: Slim, slinky, slender, thin, all bones and sinews. A Tortoishell cat. He blends in well. A few scars here and there marr his pelt. One eye is blue, and the other is brown. Right, blue, left, brown.

Personality: Qiuet, but full of determination for things that he wants to do. If there is a task he wants to do, he will try basically until he's died to finish it. Stubborn, but if given enough evidence he'sw wrong, he will side with you. I mean, if you're right.... He doesn't think he's a very nice animal. His philosophy is that if you have big ego, you get confidence, and confidence can lead to cockiness, and cockiness can lead to potential death on the streets. To be on edge, to balance between looking uncertain, and looking too confident is his element, so he goes with thinking he's not a good animal so then he will try his best to be the best possible version of himself. So yeah. He essentially tricks himself into being a kind, caring individual. Or at least, he has such a low opinion of himself, you thinks he tricks himself. He has sharp anger. It flares easily, but he controls it when he's angry at something unimportant. But of he gets really angry, he is really, really angry. 

In fight or flight, he would fight. It's that moment in a nightmare where you know that if you turn your back and run, it will become even more frightening. That moment where you stop, you turn back to the nightmare, the animal, the bully, whatever, and run straight towards it because you're at the turning point, the pinnacle of fear so you plunge yourself towards your fear, equal parts rage and terrifying fear. That's his usual feeling when faced with a fight. 

Something random about you: Uuuuh, he really really likes canned sardines. Like, if he finds some in a garbage, he will go right in there and eat it. I mean, if he's hungry, he'll probably do that anyway, but still. ALSO: Typical creative brawling strategy when fighting. Creative like how creative Aang is with airbnding. Always looking for a new angle.

How you reacted to this meeting: Anger at the dogcatchers. Determination to find the missing animals. And that exhilaration when you're on the edge of fear. You know, when you're sailing in a sailboat and suddenly you realize you're almost vertical, and you laugh because it's fun and exhilarating. You know, that feeling?

Background: Son of strays. He knew his mother, his dad just sort of left (You know, mate, stay a while, and leave, 'cause there's a younger cat right around the corner, and she's a lovely ginger colour. You hear her owners haven't spayed her yet, too....) He's mostly lived a solitary life. He knows a few other animals, but mostly keeps to himself. He's simply angry at the dogcatchers because no one deserves to be caged. Yes, yes, it's shallow, but I'll think of a better reason for him to do this soon......

Other: Mmmm. Very sharp claws.

Password: The name of the meeting and the volunteers. OKAY. New moon meeting, I think? And 'CHASERS OF THE CARS'. It sounds - 

Whoops. I'm sorry, we're not chasing the newest and fewest automobiles around, we're chasing the caught! Or! uh! The dogcatchers/the people who are responsible for the disappearances!

I meant Chasers of the Cards. Sounds really cool when I read it, by the way.  

*sputters* WAS THAT JUST AN INSIDE JOKE THAT ONLY MY FRIENDS AND I KNOW WHO ARE YOU WRITER COME AND JOIN ME