Username:brave Cat's Name:Wren Description:Wren is lithe, well muscled she-cat with fluffy Siamese cat with stunning beautiful gentle dark blue eyes. Personality:Wren is among the most, blunt and up front about things, never ceasing to filter the words she says. While it's to tell a cat they rely too heavily on their two-leg, or tell off a spoiled kitty pet for complaining; bottom line is: she's brutally honest. However, she's a fun cat to be around, sometimes getting a bit rowdy, but is good-humored and always there for you, even if the way she says things may sound like she doesn't care at all, she just doesn't know how to express it.
She's always had some sort of wild instinct deep within her, preferring mice or some other sort of prey over what her two-legs give her. She'd rather spend her time gazing out at the stars, than sleep in her comfy bed at her home. You'll often find her practicing how to fight outside her home. Age:9 moons Crush/Mate/Kits (please label):none at moment What Clan's blood? (If any):Shadowclan Loner or Kittypet:kittypet (Future) Rank:Warrior Cat's Future Name in Clan:Wrensong
"What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt."
Smoke couldn't help the expression of incredulity that rose to his face. It sounded - absolutely absurd. He looked away from Gold and instead stared at his paws, deep in thought, considering the other's words. His ears twitched involuntarily, and finally he looked up, meeting Gold's eyes once more.
"All right, he meowed.
"I don't know if I believe the contents of your dream to be true, but I do believe you when you say you had that dream. I'd be willing to ask around, see if anyone's heard of anything like this before - see if anyone might be interested in going," he added.
Smoke sighed quietly. He didn't imagine many cats would be very interested.
"By the way," he continued. "If you do go.... I'd like to come."
At this point, another cat wandered up, sitting right next to Gold, and Smoke stared at her in wary surprise. He didn't know if she would prove dangerous, but he didn't want to get defensive in case he scared Gold off again.
Speckle wobbled along on the fence, her tail quivering nervously. She bounded over the fences in others yard, happy to finally be able to explore, as long or as little as she wanted.
Mist heard chit-chatting as she padded around the forest. She followed the sound, to see if she could fine other cats before she went back to her "den" in the backyard. She approached scenting reach.
Hey, I returned after quite a few years If anyone remembers me, and wants to talk, send me a message on Discord Mytze 👁👄👁#9263 I don't know why the eyes are different but they are
Also, currently it's only the start of the rp, so not too much. Gold told Smoke about his dream, Sweetheart joining in on their conversation. So they'll probably set out to tell a few more cats soon. Beside that Kestrel and Bettle met in an alley and Speckle is currently on the fence outside her house. You could either acknowledge one of them or simply rp your cat in the twolegplace))
✦☾Brave☽✦, would you mind bumping her age up a bit? The journey would take around a moon or two if we decide on a lot of events that'll keep them away, so she's be a bit young for a warrior))
"I know that it sounds strange," he admitted, though he couldn't hide a smile. Smoke had agreed to come, so one cat had already joined. This was going nicely.
Gold hesitantly turned his head to the she-cat. "I'm Gold, and this is Smoke," he glanced at Smoke for a second to make sure it was alright to say his name.
"We were talking about a dream I had and we're looking for cats to join our group. We'll be travelling to a, uh, far away place," he finished nervously. There was no way anybody would be as interested as Smoke had been. Gold still found that odd.
"I do," she lied. Well, it wasn't the biggest lie, because she probably did know better than the kittypet. The sun had now risen high enough to actually cast a few rays of sunlight into the alley. Though she was reminded that it was leaf-fall by the harsh breeze that struck into her fur a second later.
"I hope you're not one of those kittypets who hunt mice for fun," she continued with a sneer. "It makes everything harder for us loners."
Beetle tilted her head. Honestly speaking, it had never occurred to her that hunting the prey might make it harder for the loners. She felt a faint burst of guilt. But she was more or less still innocent, right? She caught a whole one bird when she was younger. Then she got the bell on her collar, and she hadn't been able to catch anything since. To demonstrate, she nudged the silver bell on her collar, and it made a soft, but noticeable 'ring' sound. "Couldn't if I wanted to." She explained. "I don't know if my housefolk didn't want me hunting, or just thought this thing looked 'cute', but I hate it either way." She grumbled, tail lashing behind her. She liked her housefolk, really, she did. But she could live without the bell.
"I've seen kittypets who had been abandoned by their twolegs with those. They tried their best to get them off, though only a few managed to actually smash those things by banging them against walls or other sturdy things. They barely avoided smashing their faces in, but, you know, desperation does a lot to a cat," she commented, glancing at Beetle's bell. "Point being, don't trust your twolegs too much, they may just leave you alone."
She flicked her tail, leaping off the carton. "Whatever you decide to do, I've got to go hunting now. Catch my food to survive and all." She started walking. "By the way, the name's Kestrel," she threw over her shoulder.
The black cat nodded slowly. Her housefolk, or 'twolegs', as the stray called them... what would Beetle do if they abandoned her? She wouldn't be able to hunt at all. She could try scavenging, but... No, no that didn't matter. They wouldn't abandon her. Why would they? She'd done nothing but good things for them. She humored the young twoleg kits, even when they pulled at her tail or ears, and when she caught that bird, she had offered it to her housefolk proudly. Why would they want to get rid of her?
"Uh, yeah. Take care. I'm Beetle." Geez, she didn't normally get this flustered. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her carefree composure as she walked down the ally. Normally she could take things in stride, but the thought that cat had killed before, and that her housefolk would leave her to die... well, that had shaken her a bit. She shook off her doubt as she walked. Maybe she could find someone else to talk to now, she decided, her silver bell making that obnoxious jingling noise as she walked.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2015 10:51:54 GMT -5 by Flicker
Mist kept on walking closer to the group of cats. She started to rustle the bush and she said. "Shh, bush"
Hey, I returned after quite a few years If anyone remembers me, and wants to talk, send me a message on Discord Mytze 👁👄👁#9263 I don't know why the eyes are different but they are
Smoke was relieved that another cat had already agreed to join.
However, he was still wary.
"Sweetheart, would you mind telling us a little bit more about yourself? Why do you want to come?"
He was probably in no place to question. And, he realized with a jolt, he had barely questioned Gold at all. He just immediately trusted him, and he didn't know why. Maybe that hadn't been the best idea, but it was too late now.
He could make up for his mistakes by questioning any newcomers who agreed to join. Better safe than sorry.