When can we start? We seem to have enough characters..
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
Wow, guys! I'm completely amazed at how many cats there are!! I expected there to be TONS of dogs, but there's only like four!! Not that that's a problem. I love cats ^^ Just saying
But yes, we can start Anyone can start; I'll leave it to you guys
If you saved a spot, you can still make a character. We're not full yet
Singing: It's more than my forte; it's my fortissimo --- They say "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." Well, I think guns help. If you just stand there and yell BANG I don't think you're going to kill too many people...
Leo watched the bird carefully, his muscles tensing as he prepared to spring. Usually, Leo would never dare hunt this close to human territory, but food was becoming scarce farther in the wood, the 'park' as the human's called it. Out of the corner of his eye, Leo saw the brick wall that marked the beginning of human land, but he ignored it, focusing solely on the bright yellow bird above him.
Leo sprung, a loud yowl tearing its way out of his mouth. The bird squawked, and tried to fly away. But Leo caught up with it too quickly. His claws sunk into its back. Leo and the bird came sailing down, the bird still struggling feebly.
The bird gave one last, desperate, cry before it hit the human's brick wall, Leo on top of it. Leo pulled one of his paws out of the bird and licked it. Picking up the bird by its neck, Leo moved to hop off of the brick wall.
"Wow,"
Leo froze, dropping the bird. He spun around, his hackles rising. A calico, the apparent speaker, backed up, her ears flattening fearfully.
*That's Patches, if it is okay...
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
I trotted aroud the block. I had already eaten recently but I was in no shape to turn down food. Especially now.
I crouched, my belly scraping against the ground as I watched the human girl toss look around. She was young. Not a child but not an adult. I knew she couldn't take me away.
I walked up and licked her hand. She smiled. Stroking my fur she pulled out a paper bag. I could smell the food from here. She brought hotdogs. Probably from down the road.
I instantly downed what she gave me. Here on the streets, you ate as much as you could. You never knew how long it would be before you ate again.
"You're such a pretty dog. It's hard to believe no one owns you," the girl laughed. I nudged her leg with my nose. Not in an affectionate manner, but to see if she had more food. I could- no I would never get attached to a human. They were nothing but a dissapointment.
"I think I'll call you Friday," she mused. I rolled my eyes. My name wasn't Friday. I was Roxy. I liked that name. HE gave me that name so long ago. Now others knew my name. I had respect out here. That's what I lived for.
"After all, I first met you on a Friday," the girl laughed. "Maybe mom would let me keep you. She's an animal lover too." I backed away from her. No. I would never leave.
I took off the other way. I belonged to no human. Not anymore.
I accidantly bumped into another dog. I backed away, snarling and showing my teeth. I circled around, ready to pounce.
"Calm down," he replied, a little amused, a little uncomfortable. I looked from him to the exit
"Calm down? I am calm. I have nothing to fear from you," I replied, nastily. The dog looked like he was about to laugh.
"Look girl, why don't you just move before I change your mind?"
I snarled. "How about you get out. This is my territory. You just happen to be using it." I circled around him again. I wasn't really the protective type and it wasn't really anyone's territory, but I wasn't letting my guard down. I may be a female, but I could still protect myself.
Dutchess
Breanne brushed my white fur. I purred softly and batted my eyelashes. We were in my room. All my medals were in here, three mirrors but only one that I used for vanity, and my bed. It was a little smaller than Breanne's, but it was alright.
"Let's go," Breanne smiled at me, placing the brush next to one mirror. I took a quick glance. Perfect. As always. My white fur was pure, full and without a speck of dirt. My eyes were as green as if I were outside.
"I thought we would go for a walk?" She asked. I groaned, internally. I was going to get dirty. Then Breanne would have to give me a bath. No matter how much I desired to be clean, I still hated the bath.
She led me outside and to the nearby park. She found her friend. I sighed and sat baneath the tree. Someone sat beside me.
"Purebreed for sure," he laughed. I looked over. His fur was a little dingy and looked as if he needed a good through bath. I turned my nose up.
"You are stray, I presume," I said, snootily. He laughed again.
**Anyone care to join Dutchess.
**I know I said he, but it can be a she also. It's just normally I use he if I'm not sure of the gender. (;
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
^^ Of course. By the way, they can smile and glare and do whatever expressions you want them to
Patches-
I shrunk back a little when the tabby looked down at me severely. My tawny golden eyes widened the slightest bit before I stood up straight and watched him curiously.
"You're very good with that," I told him. "Why do you kill the birds though?"
He just kinda...stared at me. Like he didn't know how to speak. "It's my food."
I cocked my head to one side. "Your human doesn't feed you?"
He growled quietly. "I have no human."
I gasped softly. "You don't?? So you're a...a..."
"A stray, yes."
I gasped again. "I've never met a stray before..." I said quietly.
"Well, now you have."
My eyes closed happily and I purred softly. "I'm Patches," I said in my cutest, sweetest voice. He didn't look very thrilled.
He sighed, sounding a little annoyed. "Leo."
I smiled. "Why don't you have a human?" He cringed when I asked him.
"Because I'm above all that," he told me. "Now stop saying that word."
"What word? Human?"
He growled. "Yes. That one. Now cut it out."
My tail twitched a little. I bounded through the grass of my yard and leaped up on the wall next to him. I sat down, my tail hanging over the wall back into my yard.
"What's it like being a stray?" I asked curiously.
He sighed again. He sounded even more annoyed this time. "It's not easy." He grinned devilishly at me. My jaw dropped the slightest bit. "You wouldn't last a few minutes," he told me, scanning me from ear to paw.
"How do you know?" I asked defensively.
He smirked. "Please. A prissy house cat like yourself?"
"I am not! I go outside all the time!"
"That means nothing. Have you ever even left your yard?"
"Yes, actually," I answered proudly.
He sighed. "Have you ever left the wall to go into another yard?"
I looked away sheepishly. "No..." I responed.
"Uh huh. Just as I thought."
"Well, hey, I'm not as bad as the cat in that big house down there!" I exclaimed, nodding to a giant house in a nearby rich neighborhood. "She's spoiled rotten! She never leaves the house!"
Leo laughed. "Alright, I'll give you that. But you still wouldn't make it as a stray." I looked away, pouting. He grinned again. "I'll show you."
I looked at him fearfully.
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Do what you will with it Someone can join in, if you wish
Singing: It's more than my forte; it's my fortissimo --- They say "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." Well, I think guns help. If you just stand there and yell BANG I don't think you're going to kill too many people...
Hum... I'm not sure on how to write for an animal point of view... so forgive me, if I do anything stupid
Luna
Luna wondered around the house for hours. She was alone, her owner was on a trip and would take a few days to get back home. She had let food for her, but the loneliness was something she wasn't used too. She stared out the window and glanced at the sky. She never went out much.
Suddenly, a rush of getting outside over came her, and she went to the back door. As she thought, Mrs.McClucky had forgotten to lock the small doggy's door. She ran pass by it, excitedly.
Luna walked very slowly, absorbing everything around her, from the noises to the smells. She stopped abruptly when she could sense other two dogs.
She crossed the corner, and saw two dogs, face to face. One, she could it was female by the smell, was going round in circles around of the other.
"What-?"
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
I ran, back paws spring happily against the concrete. I glanced back warily, my eyes filled with fear. It was her. My human. She loved picking me up, cuddling me. I didn't. I trotted forward happily, now satisfied that my humans ridiculously slow pace had caught up to her. I wandered forward, so glad to be back in the sunshine.
There was a shed roof up ahead, it was a beautiful black, absorbing all of the heat. The perfect sun trap. That was where I would lie, that is where I would yawn softly and fall into a deep sleep. I wandered nimbly towards it, taking a story jump with ease, onto the first of a series of roofs to take me to my special territory. I watched carefully, despite being at ease with my surroundings there was still the chance of danger.
I heard a paw behind me, touching the ground lightly, but my ears are kean and always on alert. "Get out of my territory." I allowed a hiss to edge through my voice.
"I'm sorry?" The voice seemed kind and unaware.
"This is my territory, find your own."
"Territory?"
I turned to face the oblivious cat, and as I did something changed in me, i softened slightly with just a glance.
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Make what you will of that, join in if you want, be the other cat. It could be love interest, friendship, mentoring or cat fight! Your choice.
I'm English, and as such I crave disappointment - Bill Bailey, can sometimes be seen scurrying towards a fast food outlet.
Glancing at Patches, Leo grabbed his bird and leaped off the wall.
"Where are you going?" cried Patches quickly. Leo shoved the bird under a bush. He shook himself, them looked up at the calico.
"Protecting my meal. I'm not about to loose it because of some silly house cat..."
Patches flinched. Leo jumped back onto the wall. He glared a Patches, raising his hackles and thrashing his tail back and forth. Patches's ears flattened nervously. She backed away from Leo.
"What are you - ?"
"Reason number one," snarled Leo, advancing on her. "You can't fight worth anything." Leo checked that his claws were completely sheathed. He did not want to harm Patches, after all.
Yowling, Leo jumped at her. Patches gave a fearful call and leaped off the wall just before Leo came crashing down. Spinning around, Leo jumped at her again. This time her made his mark, knocking Patches to the ground. She struggled for a moment, but Leo dodged her attacks easily. Growling, Leo grabbed her ruff and shook it.
Breathing deeply, Leo backed off of her. He grinned ferociously. "You see? You'd loose every meal that you could catch..."
Patches tail curled under her apprehensively. "You aren't going to attack again?"
Leo shrugged. "I've made my point..."
Patches stood up. "You'd rather do all that then live with a human, and have all you meals given to you?"
Leo stiffened. "I would."
"Why?"
"Because humans are lowly, despicable, backstabbing creatures. You can't trust them. I learned that a long time ago."
Patches looked at him, her ears perked inquisitively. Leo stared back at her impassively.
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
Tom was enjoying the sunshine, happy that it wasn't raining, when he spotted a snowball under a tree.
He paused, puzzled. But it was not winter, how could there have been snow? Then the snow licked its paw and he relaxed. Snow! It was just another cat. Well, a very clean cat...
He padded up to her and sat down next to her, studying her. How could a cat be so clean? It was strange, unnatural. Then it clicked.
"Pure-breed for sure." House cat did no justice. Even house cats were a little dirty.
She looked over at him and he saw the disdain in her eyes. Yep, a pure-breed alright.
"You are stray, I presume," she said. And he had to laugh. The way she said it made him feel like he should be wrestling with the other strays rather than enjoying the sun.
"You presume correctly," he said, the smile in his voice easily detected. Much like the disdain in hers as she replied:
"Why are you talking to me?"
He licked his paw to hide his grin from her. "Am I bothering you?"
"Well, yes, actually."
"Then I'm sorry for bothering you."
She narrowed her eyes and looked away, glancing at two human girls. One of them must have been her human.
"Don't be sorry," she growled. "Just leave. Then you won't be bothering me."
He got to his paws. "Very well then, Pure-breed." He grinned and looked at her. "But before I go may I ask your name?"
"No."
He thought so. He would have been surprised if she had given it to him so easily.
"Okay then. Well, my name is Tom. My father's idea of a joke."
She looked scornfully at him. "Tom-cat."
"Yes, I'm afraid." He dipped his head at her before he turned to leave, but paused and yowled over his shoulder: "I'll have to see you again sometime soon!" The he went to hunt.
Your = Possession. Your shoes are so sweet! You're = Omission. You're quite strange...
If you are confused about which to put, simply say in your mind "you are" and see if that fits the sentence. If not, you are looking for your.
Personality: Funny and lighthearted. Can get crazy. She loves to play, but get tired easily because of her squished nose. Mulan loves to cuddle and be petted. She also like to lie on her owner's laps.
History: Named by her own when she was into the Disney movie "Mulan" since she's a chinese pug and all.
Other: Up for love
Writing once a day keeps the voices away, and I've created a blog all about it: Daily Dose. ...and I'm now trying to create a user group based on the idea! Tell me if you're interested!
I'll post for Patches in a little while, but I haven't done anything with my doggy yet ^^
Gargoyle-
When my numerous attempts at sleep failed, I got up and went on patrol around my junkyard. Everything seemed to be in order, until...
"Who are you?" I growled at the strange dog. It looked at me, then went back to sniffing the trash. My trash. I growled again when I got no response. "Who are you?" I repeated, a little more snappy this time.
It sighed and looked over at me. "What do you care?"
My hackles raised the slightest bit. "Because this is my territory. You have no place in being here."
"Ha!" The dog laughed heartily. "Your territory?" It turned to face me. "I think not. I was here first."
My face became serious and expressionless. "Oh really? Is that what you think?" The dog nodded smugly. "Very well then," I said, and just stood there for a minute, staring at the dog.
Then, my face warped into the vicious, raging, snarling face of a ferocious monster as I lunged at the dog. Its face fell at the sight of my powerful body leaping at it. I tackled it to the ground and, in a matter of seconds, had it pinned flat, my large brown paw holding its neck tightly in place. It made an attempt at panting, but its constricted airway wouldn't allow for it. I put my face right up next to its own.
I flashed my teeth and snarled. "I'll tell you one last time. Leave."
With a great effort, the dog nodded. I grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and hurled it towards the exit. It scampered away fearfully. I nodded gruffly and snorted in its direction before continuing my rounds. A guard dog's work is never done.
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That dog wasn't intended to be any of the characters; just an NPC. But if you want to insert your character there, feel free
Singing: It's more than my forte; it's my fortissimo --- They say "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." Well, I think guns help. If you just stand there and yell BANG I don't think you're going to kill too many people...
So the filthy street cat decided he wa just going to ditch me. Ruin me evening an then scamper to some swewer, no doubt! Well, he had another thing coming.
I ran after him. I tried to be quiet and after years of having to pad softly from me human's room to my room, he didn't hear.
"What are you doing, purebreed," he asked. It sounded like he was happy! Of all the nerve.
"Nothing," I responded. "I was actually hoping to spoil your...well, meal."
"My kill?" He asked. I turned my nose up and away disgusted.
"Your not fit to be this far from your master, go on home," he ordered. I stiffened.
"Excuse me?" I asked. "Let's get one thing straight. I don't care who you are, but you do NOT tell me what to do, understood?" Tom smiled.
"That's big talk for a cat who probably dosen't even have her claws," he teased.
"I do, actually," I replied. "My owner is not cruel."
"Are you going to tell me your name or not, purebreed? I assume you followed me to see how a 'stray' lives, no?" Tom questioned.
"Dutchess," I responded. I wasn't giving anything else away.
Roxy
I jumped, bearing my teeth, on the dog. He growled and rolled on top of me. His spit landed in my fur. I wanted to cringe away from it, but I was in a fight.
I jumped up and slashed his arm with my nails. He yowled and bit my forearm. I kicked with my back legs and he let go, landing about ten feet from me. He gave me another look before running off.
Another dog came around the corner. My leg hurt and I didn't want to get in another fight, but I might have to.
"Woah," she said, baking away a little. "I just came to see what was going on. I'm Luna."
I sighed, internally. "Roxy," I responded.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Tom yowled with laughter and rolled onto his back.
"What is wrong with you?" hissed Dutchess, alarmed.
"And I thought my name was a joke!"
She hissed and he rolled onto his side, peering up at her with his pale yellow eyes. "I'm sorry," he apologised, once again serious, yet smiling. "You have no idea how well you suit your noble name."
"You're mocking me," she growled.
"Yes. I am. Oh don't give me that look. How dare such a filthy street cat taunt someone so well-bred as you!"
"Yes! How dare you!"
He got to his paws and started to pad away, she followed, and Tom was impressed by her silent feet. He could feel her stare, and her annoyance, burning holes into the back of his head.
"You interest me, Dutchess. Maybe as much as I interest you," he said after a moment or two.
"Oh, please!"
"Why would you follow me if you weren't the slightest bit curious about me and my life as a stray?"
"I told you, I... I'm determined to irritate you as much as you irritate me."
"Ouch."
**Dunno what she might say next.. ^^' All yours WhiteTiger! **I should really add Paws in at some time...
Your = Possession. Your shoes are so sweet! You're = Omission. You're quite strange...
If you are confused about which to put, simply say in your mind "you are" and see if that fits the sentence. If not, you are looking for your.
^^ Paw could meet up with them maybe?
Poor, spoiled little Dutchess. ^^ Whatever will happen to heron the street!
Dutchess
"Well, there is your answer," I said, following Tom. What a sight I must be! I looked at my paws and yowled loudly.
"What is it?" Tom asked, his eyes widening.
"Just look at my paws! They're FILTHY!" I yelled. Tom stopped and rolled over in a fit of laughter.
"Oh yes!" He exclaimed. "All of that invisible dirt on your feet. It's terrible. Just wait unitl you get as dirty as I."
"Ugh. Never that dirty. What will Breanne say?" I whined. "I'll have to have a very long bath."
"Breanne," Tom asked, eyes shinning. "That your human?"
"Yes," I responded, swishing my full tail. "She love me very much. She takes care of me. She feeds me, brushes me, takes me to the groomer and her father takes me to my showcases. I've won many times," I boasted, proudly.
Tom laughed even harder.
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Showcases?!" He said between a fit of laughter. "You're no cat! You're practically a human. One of them."
I turned my nose up.
"That. Is. Enough. I've put up with you taunting me all day. I am leaving now and you are going to escort me," I demanded.
"And if I don't?" He asked. I raised my chin. Well I wasn't going to beg. I just hoped I wouldn't get lost...or worse. Meet another stray, one that wasn't as nice.
I turned away from him and started walking towards the park. Breanne must be wondering where I was.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
