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 Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2019 4:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2019 8:30 pm
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Which Cat: Angora
Original Name of cat: Snowball
Warrior name if in clan: Snowdrift
Loner or Lightningclan?: Lighteningclan
Gender: Male
Reply:
Terror had taken hold of Snowball. He loved his twolegs and tolerated others but he did not like nets or being chased! With his twolegs being hauled off into the flashy monster Snowball did the only thing he could think to do, he bolted for the trees as they were obviously the easiest place to hide. Unfortunately the hiding spot he dove for was already occupied by other cats trying to escape the chaos! Taken by surprise, the cats attacked and in his panic Snowball ran deeper into the woods. Fear of the net and other cats kept him running until he felt that he could run no more.
Once he finally stopped, night had fallen over the forest. Afraid that something might attack him on the ground, the lost cat climbed to a low tree branch to settle in for the night. It was a long and sleepless night, as every sound of the forest startled him awake and it was impossible to get comfortable.Snowball had always been an indoor cat, never venturing outside. He was not used to such rough textures like tree bark. By the time the sun rose, he was more exhausted than he'd ever felt in his life. As his stomach growled, he sniffed the air, looking for any sign of his favorite wet food or his favorite twolegs. Neither scent was present.
Tired and hungry, he climbed down his tree and wandered aimlessly through the forest. He ached for his bed, his food bowl, and the warmth of his twolegs. Deep down, he knew he was lost and would probably never see them again. Snowball was also pretty sure that he was doing to die out here in this hazards place. There were no water bowls to drink from, no twolegs to feed him, no warm laps to sleep on, and no way he was going to find his way home.
How did any creature survive out here in this barren waste land of a forest? There was nothing to eat, no comfortable place to sleep, all those unfamiliar scents, and so many things moving in the shadows. The days blended together and he lost track of just how long he had been traveling. Just as he had given up hope on finding anyone to help him he came across the scent of a cat, wait no, many cats. There was no fear of being attacked as food was the only thing he could think about.
Using the last of his energy, he rushed towards the biggest concentration of scents. At last! He had found other cats! So many of them! Surely if they could survive out here, they knew where the food was. Maybe they would share?
"Please, help me." Was all he could manage to say before he collapsed in exhaustion.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2019 7:34 pm
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Which Cat: Van
Original Name of cat: Lady Tilly Tildrum Ravenna III
Warrior name if in clan: Swiftfire
Loner or Lightningclan?: Lightningclan
Gender: Female
Reply:
Tilly ran as quickly as her paws would carrier, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape as she panted for air. Behind her she heard the screaming of twolegs, twolegs that were not her loving caretwakers nor little Jessica. Her fur was a mess, her bow tattered from being snagged on bushes and thorns as she ran without a sense of direction or purpose. Her paws were weary, her soft pads being torn by the harsh earth.
Tilly stopped long enough to catch her breath, ears swiveling atop her head frantically searching for any sounds. Hearing a twig snap behind her, Tilly sprang forward again, leaping through the air as gracefully as she could. Faster she urged her paws, deeper into the woods. Even in play she had never run so hard in her life, her heart was practically thumping out of her chest.
She slowed only when she came to a river, padding until she found a calm spot to stop and drink, cooling her parched tongue and throat. Heaving a heavy sigh, Tilly flopped down on the bank, hissing as she licked at her sore pads. Never had she been allowed to become this ungroomed! This rough, this....this weary! Oh the hell her owners would hear when they found her! If they found her..... What if they didn't find her?!
On edge, Tilly sprang to her weary paws again, letting out a hiss of frustration before a voice spoke to her. Spinning around, Tilly spotted a brown she cat, speaking to her of things she had never heard before. Only when she was complimented on her speed did Tilly manage to stand tall and puff out her chest with pride.
At least for all of two seconds until she faltered back towards the ground. With the promise of safety and food, Tilly begrudgingly followed this other cat to something called a camp where she was apparently expected to eat wild critters and rest in a den. Puffing, Tilly muttered comments under her breath about what she'd say to her owners if she ever got back. She had begun to ignore the she cat in front of her until the other spoke of more promises and compliments. The praises of her apparently being as swift as a forest fire somehow made her eyes sparkle....
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2019 11:43 pm
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Which Cat: Angora
Original Name of cat: Queenie
Warrior name if in clan: Frostbreeze
Loner or Lightningclan?: LightningClan (if they can stand her company, haha)
Gender: Female
Reply: Queenie was used to being fawned upon by her Twolegs. In fact, she was used to being fawned upon by everyone she encountered. She had been taught at a young age by her mother that their kind were above the rabble that were other cats. They had not a blemish of other color on their fur, they were poised. They were perfect. They had to act the part to make sure that those more dim than they knew it too.
So, under early tutelage of her mother, she learned how to get her Twolegs to feed her whenever she pleased, how to get them to play with her on her schedule, instead of theirs. And when they brought out their flat, rectangular pieces, she learned the best ways to pose so that they cooed over her.
She had total domination over her Twolegs; she was the leader of the group and everyone knew it. When her Twolegs started to take her out to show her off to others, she didn't mind either. It became a more and more regular occurrence and she occasionally got to chitchat with other fine looking felines,though none more lovely than herself.
She'd thought her life perfect. Though that the routine of going to shows and coming home to preen in front of her Twolegs would never end.
So how did she end up here, in the forest, her perfect coat now splattered with grime and mud?! Her usually fluffy fur was matted and she felt absolutely, tragically, without a doubt... less than perfect. To make matters worse, she had found herself surrounded by cats. More cats than she had ever seen at any of the shows and she saw the bits of debris in their fur and the way they looked at her as though she were no more than a rabbit on the side of the road. Well, that would end here.
"My name is Queenie," She announced, finding her voice at last. "And I demand someone find me some flea shampoo and somewhere I can bathe!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2019 2:45 pm
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Which Cat: Van ( Assuming this is the brown and white )
Original Name of cat: Latte
Warrior name if in clan: Reedtail
Loner or Lightningclan?: Lightningclan
Gender: Male
Reply:
Latte was a very pristine and proper cat. He took care in his fur and would hiss at any two-leg kit that dared pet him the wrong way. If he was going to be loved on they must do it right! This, mixed with the fact he saw his two-legs as merely a place for food, didn't make him hesitate one bit as the net came towards him. He wasn't going to let such a vile object ruin his pristine fur! He let out a loud, threatening snarl before he turned and bolted the other direction with a series of annoying mews. He was lucky that he never had eaten too much and become overweight, always determined to be the sleek and agile kitty he was. It was also useful when avoiding children wanting to touch him.
He swerved through a series of buildings and alleyways, but no matter what he did there were two-legs around every corner! He was losing hope of escaping the mazes of buildings and laughing children, when one fateful day on the street he ran into another stray. After a bit of talking and eating the cat directed him outside of the two-leg place, into a forest. He bid the cat goodbye and trotted off into the lush green woods. He could easily make a home here!
After what seemed like forever, though really only a moon or two, he was growing lonely. He didn't realize how much he had enjoyed other company, two-leg or cat. He'd never admit it, though. "It is quite dull out here." He meowed simply. He had picked up hunting fairly easily, being quick and agile from his time as a kittypet. Really it was avoiding predators that got him stuck at times and earned him a few small wounds.
One day while eating a small mouse by a tree, he swore he heard the mew of other cats. He stood, grabbing the half of the mouse that was left and slowly sneaking towards the noise. He came upon a group of cats, talking of borders and watching for newcomers. Borders? Oh, that would be quite interesting. He didn't waste any time in revealing himself, ending in quite a few threats, but he quickly dropped the mouse in his jaw and nudged it towards them, shrinking to the ground. After the peace offering was properly accepted he explained his situation and followed the group back to what they called their 'camp'. This would be the start of a great journey into this Lightningclan, He could feel it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2019 3:08 pm
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Which Cat: Angora
Original Name of cat: Soju Is Burned Liquor (Soju)
Warrior name if in clan: Songbird
Loner or Lightningclan?: Lightningclan
Gender: female
Reply:
Soju has always been pretty vocal. When she's hungry, she'll give a cry. When she's lonely, she'll cry out for comfort. Anything. So she was confused why her beloved twolegs left her here... in the middle of nowhere. They got into their monster and just left. Soju cried for days, waiting, watching as the twoleg with the net started collecting cat after cat. Something was not right, and she had to fend for herself.
Peering into one of the locked cages, Soju peeked in and saw her brother. "Run, Soju! You're free! Get out of here and get help!" With this, the she-cat ran out of the storage room that she once was so familiar with, and ran into the street. She screamed, dashing through the thunderpath, almost getting hit. The kittypet did not stop. She was too scared. Scared that she would turn back. And that everyone would be disappointed that she came back.
Soju then found somewhere that she felt somewhat safe in. It was wild, but she knew that there was no going back. Soju collapsed on the ground and fell into a slumber. When she awoke, she saw eyes peering above her. She heard of wild cats before, so could they be it? "Please... help me..." she cried.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 4:41 pm
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Which Cat: Van
Original Name of cat: Cleopatra
Warrior name if in clan: Honeytail
Loner or Lightningclan?: Lighting
Gender: Male
Reply:
Cleo wasn’t sure what had happened. One minute, her twolegs were taking her to a show, the next her box was being tossed on the side of the road. She must have hit her head cause they left that morning and now that she was awake, it was already night time. She stood and shook her body, hissing when she felt all the aches and pains. She was still in her box, but she didn’t recognize any of the scenery that was outside it. She called out for her twolegs to come get her, but the loud sounds of cars, sirens and people talking blurred out her cries for help. No one would be coming for her. As she looked around, she saw other cats hiding. Cats not inside boxes like her. She moved a little, causing her box to shift and fall over. Cleo braced herself as the box began to slide backwards, into the forest and away from the chaos near the road. She hunkered down and closed her eyes. The box slid until it came to a stop next to a tree. Cleo slid forward until she hit the cage door, knocking it loose with her body.
“Hello?” she called out, hoping someone would hear her. Se was still trapped in the box. “Is someone there? Please, help me!” She put her paws against the metal door and began pushing on it. It didn’t spring free like she had hoped it would. After some time, Cleo gave up from exhaustion.
“What’s this?”
Cleo awoke to a strange voice from the outside. She needed to escape her confinement, but she wasn’t sure if what she was hearing was friend of foe. She stayed huddled in the back of the crate, hoping that whatever was outside wouldn’t find her.
“Hello?” the voice called out. It was a male and he was a cat like herself. “I can smell you in there… Are you trapped?”
Cleo remained silent. It wasn’t until the cage door opened that she made herself known. She darted past the cat that freed her, running as far as her paws would let her go. She ignored the yolling of the Tom behind her. She just wanted to get out of there and find her twolegs. She ran deeper into the forest, however. She became lost, hungry and her fur was beginning to tangle with leaves and small twigs. The pads of her paws, once smooth, were now cracked and sore. She crawled under a bush as the sun began to set, seeking shelter from the elements of the night. She was frightened and didn’t know what she was going to do.
“Hello?”
Cleo lifted her head to the voice. She had heard it before when she was in her box. Did the tom follow her? She was sure that she had lost him.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said in a calm voice. “I’m Autumnriver. What’s your name?”
Cleo remained silent. She wasn’t sure what to say to him. She couldn’t move, wishing she could slowly peek her head through the bushes. Her whole body ached, and she hadn’t eaten anything in a couple days. Her ears were flat against her head as the tom poked his head into the bushes. The tom was orange and not a single marking on his coat. She thought that was odd, but he was a wild cat. Not like her. She had twolegs that would find her. She hoped.
“Help me…” she finally said as she passed out under the bush.
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