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    Name;; Loretta
    Gender;; Female
    Clan;; None
    Bio; link


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    It was horrible, this part of the twoleg place, it really was. Any cat unfamiliar with the area would cringe as the scent of twolegs, their acidic-smelling monsters and the metallic tag the air held drowned their scenes. The noises would be unearthly to them, the roar of the beast that patrolled the streets, the constant buzz that resulted from the humans, never quiet, even at night the town was wide awake; street lamps blocking out the night sky so it never looked dark. This was what it looked like now in a lone, shady-looking alley behind one of city's many cafes.
    Crystal blue eyes surveyed said territory, silver tainted whiskers shimmering upon a grey seal-point muzzle. Paws tucked neatly under a cream chest, tail lazily tapping the surface of the skip the feline balanced upon while the bi-coloured fur rippled against the lazy breeze. This cat didn't look scared, nor tense in this unnatural environment, if anything she looked far too relaxed for a cat in such a place.
    This cat was Loretta, a seal-point Siamese with a sharp tongue and claws to match. She was an arrogant feline, very headstrong, though she knew her limits - you had to in order to survive, in a place like this.


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    Famille, espoir, rêves… Les choses les plus importantes dans la vie. Rien ne signifie plus que ces trois mots. Famille - les moyens aiment, et affection. Espoir - moyens n'abandonnant jamais. Rêves - les moyens que rien ne peut vous ruiner, rien ne peut vous inciter à se sentir inférieur.
    La musique m'aide à dormir. La musique me fait vivent, sans musique, je commettrait le suicide. Sans musique, le monde ne serait plus uni dans la paix. Est-ce que sans musique, que je ? Sans musique, que deviendrions-nous ? La pensée m'incite à frissonner.




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    o o c ;; Tracking! Sorry, I can't post, I will tomorrow. Sorry!




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    Hey! I was looking at this last night as well, but I had just finished a few super-long posts which had drained my energy as well as my muse. This looks interesting though, and I'm eager to play a new character. Twolegplace seems like a good place to start.


    Ultio is a tortoiseshell tom (yes, I know, rare) with milky-blue eyes. He's actually a really bad kitty. Murderer and stuff like that. He happens to be on special business to the city to eliminate a few troublesome rogues and kittypets that are interfering with a big scheme he's involved in. He's forest-born, so Twolegplace really isn't his forte, and he's lost and somewhat unnerved. I'm thinking the tom needs to ask your she-cat for directions (yes, I know, shocking), and she ends up helping him locate one or more of his targets. With or without knowing his intentions. Any further relations are up to you. We can play the rest by ear. Sound good?

    ooc- that sounds good to me (: but I think when Loretta finds out about Ultio's intentions (before or after he's accomplished his goal) she'll be avoiding him, so any relationship greater than just friends is probably rare, but I think the plot sounds interesting ^.^

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    Famille, espoir, rêves… Les choses les plus importantes dans la vie. Rien ne signifie plus que ces trois mots. Famille - les moyens aiment, et affection. Espoir - moyens n'abandonnant jamais. Rêves - les moyens que rien ne peut vous ruiner, rien ne peut vous inciter à se sentir inférieur.
    La musique m'aide à dormir. La musique me fait vivent, sans musique, je commettrait le suicide. Sans musique, le monde ne serait plus uni dans la paix. Est-ce que sans musique, que je ? Sans musique, que deviendrions-nous ? La pensée m'incite à frissonner.




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    i c ; ; Ace padded through the clearing. His large paws slowed to a halt as he stretched. The male looked round, his amber eyes seeing nothing but a white spot. Soon realising it was a cat, he padded towards the figure.




    Adawna's hazel eyes flickered around. Her brown pelt seemed to blend in with the earth.




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    { Okay, gotcha. So, up to you whether she gets him before or after the deed. She's intrigued by him, but not enough to pursue anything once she knows what he is. After a brief confrontation, he leaves after an ominous threat or something. Zat Ok? :D }



    Darkness eluded him.


    For one of the first times in his life, he could not find a corner dark enough to completely enshrouded him. And it made him all the more angry because of it.


    The tortoiseshell tom didn't bother to try and scent his position. He had already attempted that, each time being rewarded with a sharp reek of monster and Twolegs. He hated Twolegplace. Every little stinking thing about it. The monsters patrolling the streets. The fleshy Twolegs walking about. The abundance of dogs. No darkness. Constant, harsh yellow light. And there were barely any trees. But most of all, he hated the fact that other cats lived here.


    See, if no cats lived here, he wouldn't have to be in this wretched place. Even Dark Forest had to be preferable. A rare smile crossed the tom's face at the thought. Milky blue eyes flicked to the side of the fence. He had been walking all day, and his pads were sore. Another thing to hate. The reek of crow-food stung his eyes. Another thing to hate. The tom heaved a great sigh. Even with the unprecedented levels of hate coursing through him, he hated starving more.


    The tortie rounded a corner to see a great metal bin, overflowing with disgusting scents. His palate was far more suited to the forest. Ultio was no clan cat, but literally anything was preferable to Twolegplace. So strong was the smell emanating from the skip, the tom saw rather than scented the seal-point she-cat sitting on top. She looked confident and at ease, like this was her territory. Perhaps she is of use then.


    Ultio was in no mood for grand or mystical entrances. Just get her help, complete the mission, and get out of this StarClan-forsaken place. Another rare smile. Two in one night. It's a wonder I don't fit in more here.


    He stepped into the bright orange light, in plain view of the she-cat. Even with the near absence of dark, Shadows clung to his pelt like cobwebs in an old log. He needed to be sure he was seen.


    "Greetings." He mewed. The tom's voice was smooth and dangerous, carrying a foreboding with it. "I'm looking for a cat. Do you know your way around here?"



    { Sorry its a bit long, but most opening posts are. I'll conform to the general length you set. }

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Tℌøґηƴ ().

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    [size=15pt]call me a sinner, call me a saint
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    Name;; Loretta
    Gender;; Female
    Clan;; None
    Bio; link


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    The seal-point's nose, adjusted to the harsh, poison-like scents the city carried, had already scented the tortoise shell before he'd revealed himself to her. Icy eyes narrowing upon the cat below her and making a speedy analysis. He was a tom, which was obvious from his meow and the way he walked. Loretta's thin tail thumped the metal beneath her, the crystal pools of her eyes showed no obvious hostility, only a curious glimmer. At the tortoise shells words however, this changed. Despite the fact he was obviously new to this place (the forest stench clung to his fur) his meow had an edge to it, an almost dominant vibe.
    Arrogant cats. Ha. Loretta hated them.
    The cream-and-silver she-cat rose her shoulders up to a sitting position, her eyes still locked on the newcomer, "Hello." She meowed, her tone smooth as silk, though held a slight, sharp edge of warning to it as she wrapped her tail neatly over her forepaws, "I do know my way around my own territory, yes." Loretta murmured, making sure to emphasis the words 'my own territory' slightly to get the point across, "Who may you be searching for, forest cat?" She asked, lifting a paw and swiping it over her ear to give it a quick clean.


    ooc- That sounds good (: and it's alright, I quite like lengthy posts! ^.^


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    Well then.


    He could already tell intimidation wouldn't work on this cat. With the felines that lived in the city, it was either hit and miss with that. They feared you or they scorned you. He was going to have to be more subtle.


    Ultio sat, sending the impression of relaxation and comfort with his surroundings. Nothing could have been farther from the truth, but he had to look agreeable. Starting to wash a grimy spot on his shoulder, revolting taste, he slowly strung out a sentence.


    "I'm looking for a black tom. He's in a bit of trouble back in the forest, and I was sent here to retrieve him." Truth enough. Ultio had no qualms about lying, but it was always more fun when he could tell the truth. It made his job that much easier. "Do you know of his whereabouts?"


    A bit formal, perhaps. The seal-point didn't look like she especially responded to fancy words. To be certain, she was not a kittypet. Ultio sighed. They were even harder to deal with. Their blind fear of him made them difficult at best to talk to. In order to get to rogues though, all the tortie had to do was get them something they wanted. It was fairly easy most of the time. All he had to do was figure out what this she-cat wanted, and then he'd complete the assignment and get out of here.




    { Sorry for the delay. Yesterday I had an impromptu grounding, but I'm back now. :) }

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    [size=15pt]call me a sinner, call me a saint
    tell me it's over I'll still love you the same
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    Name;; Loretta
    Gender;; Female
    Clan;; None
    Bio; link


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    An amused snort came abruptly from the she-cats muzzle, eye flickering with entertainment, "Love, you're going to have to be a bit more specific than that," She meowed, voice crisp as the new snow in leafbare. The seal-point's tail waved to balance herself as she rose to all fours, eyes not once leaving the tortoise shell's place as she hopped down from her spot upon the dumpster, "the city is a big place, there's not just one black cat, I know many." Loretta continued, paws crossing each other's paths as she sauntered toward the tom, her head cocking to the slide slightly, intrigued by the presence of a Forest Cat in a place so unfamiliar - all for the sake of a single cat?
    Forest Cats really were so confusing.
    "Do you know this cat's name? Where abouts he may be in the city? If he is a house cat?" She asked her rally of questions surprisingly coolly, slowly as to let the tortie think about his answers. Loretta awaited the replies with a flick of an ear, setting her haunches slowly back down on the rough pavement a monster's length away from the newcomer, still not entirely trusting.
    Still, what could you expect from a cat who laughed at the very mention of the word 'trust'?


    ooc- Don't worry about it! ^.^


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    Well then.


    Irritation grew in him with each question the pale cat asked. Okay, so subtlety wasn't going to work here. Slight more aggression, intimidation, and a healthy dose of assertiveness. He had to regain the position of power in this conversation. If I ever had it.


    "As far as I know, he goes by a different name here than in the forest. I understand you might know him as Tire. He's a pure black tom, with a distinctive scar on his tail from when a monster caught him. I believe he lives on the street; he's not a kittypet. Know him?" He kept his voice calm, but it held an edge of a growl to it. He rose from his sitting position. Now that the she-cat was standing at his level, his muscular frame towered over her. A mental snort of derision crossed his mind. He hoped he wouldn't have to unsheath his claws for her. Things got complicated when he did that.

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    [size=15pt]call me a sinner, call me a saint
    tell me it's over I'll still love you the same
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    Name;; Loretta
    Gender;; Female
    Clan;; None
    Bio; link


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    Non-existing brows rising into an almost ironic arch as the tortie stood up, Loretta merely dismissed the somewhat threatening tone with a flick of her tail. Despite the obvious size difference between the brawny tom and the lithe she-cat, if he decided to make things nasty, Loretta had the advantage here; this was her territory and a Forest Cat could be easily confused in such a place.
    "The name sounds somewhat familiar." The Siamese murmured thoughtfully, possibly having caught it from some cat's conversation at some point, "However I haven't seen a cat of that description." She continued, narrowing her eyes and glancing away briefly, lifting a paw to run against her ear in a quick grooming motion before continuing further, "What value does this tom have to you, if I may ask?" Loretta asked curiously, making sure to soften her tone to a point where it wasn't assertive so not to anger the tortie. Of course she knew asking such personal questions could cause more hostility from the Forest Cat, but if she was going to help the tom out she at least wanted to know why he was looking for this 'Tire'.


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    Well then.


    For a third time in a row, Ultio had to fight back the urge to rip her in half. This was growing tiresome. The tom worked hard to get to the point in life where he could control and unleash his temper at will. But this she-cat was rubbing him the wrong way. He had to switch tactics once more.


    "My business with him is my own." He was purposefully gruff, as if he didn't want to talk about it. Then he gave an exaggerated sigh. "But if you must know..." This ploy had worked every time he used it prior. He would feign trust, and they would either react positively, overjoyed that a powerful cat like him needed their help. Or, they would scorn his ignorance and take him along to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Ultio was taking a gamble this time, to be sure. Somehow, this Siamese didn't quite fit either of those tickets.


    "Like I said, he's in a bit of trouble back in the forest. There are a few cats that would like to hurt him. Very powerful cats." Inwardly he sported a vain smile. Outwardly, he let concern shine through his eyes. "I'm a friend of his." There goes the truth. "I need to warn him to either quit messing with these cats, or get out of their claw reach before he hurts himself." And the truth came back. Most of it, at any rate.


    Though he was acting worried for his 'friend', Ultio took one step back into the shadows. Instantly the aura around him changed, with the dusky browns and blacks of his mottled coat immersing themselves into the Darkness. His milky-blue eyes shone in the dim atmosphere, reflecting the harsh yellow of the Twoleg light. If he didn't look intimidating now, he might as well quit the business and jump in the river.

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    Name;; Loretta
    Gender;; Female
    Clan;; None
    Bio; link


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    The Siamese listened intensely to the tom's story, the occasional ear or tail flick to confirm she understood, before she flickered her crystal gaze back up to the tortoise shell as if to speak in return, only to instead flinch and lower her ears slightly at the two eyes that met her. With a somewhat nervous twitch of the tail Loretta brought herself to her paws again, doing the best she could to keep her hackles low though the fur along her spine prickled with an unease, "If I decide to help you..." She murmured, her pupils dilating briefly before narrowing to slits, her gaze sharp as glass shards as she regained a little of her confidence after the initial surprise from the tortie, "What would be in it for me?"
    The seal-point ran her barbed tongue against her lips, "I don't 'work' for free, you know, so you'd better have something to offer or you can saunter that pretty Forest Cat ass o' yours outta' here." Said simply with a slight hint of a hiss in her silky tone. She honestly couldn't be bothered with this tom any more, he was becoming irritating and a slight threat to herself and territory, but if he really could give her something in return then she would snoop around for this 'Tire' cat he spoke of.


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    Ultio twitched his whiskers. This was more like it. Despite the she-cat's hostility, she was finally starting to bend in his paws. Perhaps he could stick around for a few more seasons.


    Of course, he shouldn't get ahead of himself. He had absolutely no idea what to offer the seal-point. Territory? Nope, she wouldn't want anything to do with the forest, he could see that. Food? Ultio had none to give. He could hunt for her for a set amount of time. That'd take too long. He cursed himself violently under his breath. Protection? Ah, perhaps.... The feisty feline may have put on a bold and confident air, but he could sense the unease and suspicion rolling off of her. It was not entirely because of him. The streets of Twolegplace were dangerous and unforgiving; he'd been here long enough to know that. Something called to him from the she-cat, something pulling at his mind and whispering tales in his ear. He had learned to listen to this little voice: it had proved quite invaluable in the past. But until he could decode what it was hissing, he needed to stall.


    "Fierce words for such a pretty she-cat. I wouldn't recommend such inhospitality though, no matter how pretty you think I am." He paused a heartbeat to let that sink in, counting on at least a stab of embarrassment. "But before we get on with the prices and details, do you mind me asking your name?" Names were such interesting little things, and the tortie tom would be very interested in learning hers. Unfortunately, loner names didn't provide the same level of insight into the cat's character like Clan names did. One of the few rare redeeming points of that lot.

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    Famille, espoir, rêves… Les choses les plus importantes dans la vie. Rien ne signifie plus que ces trois mots. Famille - les moyens aiment, et affection. Espoir - moyens n'abandonnant jamais. Rêves - les moyens que rien ne peut vous ruiner, rien ne peut vous inciter à se sentir inférieur.
    La musique m'aide à dormir. La musique me fait vivent, sans musique, je commettrait le suicide. Sans musique, le monde ne serait plus uni dans la paix. Est-ce que sans musique, que je ? Sans musique, que deviendrions-nous ? La pensée m'incite à frissonner.




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    i c ; ; Adawna looked round, scanning for any sight of movement. In an act out of boredness, she pawed at her ears.




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    Name;; Loretta
    Gender;; Female
    Clan;; None
    Bio; link


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    Loretta blinked before glancing away, narrowing her eyes and glaring murder at a nearby drain pipe. She'd been called pretty before, many times, so it had rubbed off on herself to say it to others, though she hadn't expected the tom to pick up on it. With a flick of her tail to dismiss the little pinch of embarrassment she felt prickling in her pelt, the Siamese drew her gaze back up to meet the tom's milky eyes.
    "Loretta." She meowed coolly. Loretta had never had a problem giving out her name, she had no (known) enemies, nor worried who knew her name or who didn't. For her, a name was just another personal label. "So what about you, Forest Cat?" She asked, whiskers twitching slightly as a new scent hit her, though she ignored it; this tom needed to be dealt with first as she quite honestly didn't want him strolling around her territory.


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    Loretta. Nope. No use at all to him. If the clans ever capitulated, he hoped at least their names would endure.


    But now he was in a prickly position. He didn't want to reveal his name to her; his actually meant something. No matter, he would solve this as he always had. He chose one of his more common aliases, a clan name. "Darkslash." Perhaps the clans' reputation would benefit him. Ultio shifted his mindset until he thought of himself as Darkslash. Darkslash. Darkslash. Mentally ingraining himself in his new persona, Darkslash felt the small voice pop into his head with one word. As soon as he heard it, he knew what to offer Loretta.


    "As I'm sure you know, this is a dangerous place. There isn't a moment of peace like there is in the forest. Always on the run from Twolegs. Monsters. Other rogues.... Dogs." He let the word hang there for a heartbeat, eyes intent on the she-cats reaction. "I can help you with the day-to-day difficulties concerning such dangers. Dispose of... certain troubles you may have."


    If it was a quick job she wanted: getting rid of a rival cat, discouraging dogs from attacking her, avoiding Twolegs, then he would do it and get on with his assignment. If she wanted a more long-term bodyguard, he would promise to do that. And he would, until she got him to Tire. Then he'd dump Loretta along with this entire stinking dump. Either way, he got what he wanted. If she refused his offer, then Darkslash would need to get a little more violent. The tom was not above resorting to threats to get what he needed.

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    Famille, espoir, rêves… Les choses les plus importantes dans la vie. Rien ne signifie plus que ces trois mots. Famille - les moyens aiment, et affection. Espoir - moyens n'abandonnant jamais. Rêves - les moyens que rien ne peut vous ruiner, rien ne peut vous inciter à se sentir inférieur.
    La musique m'aide à dormir. La musique me fait vivent, sans musique, je commettrait le suicide. Sans musique, le monde ne serait plus uni dans la paix. Est-ce que sans musique, que je ? Sans musique, que deviendrions-nous ? La pensée m'incite à frissonner.




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    i c ; ; The female looked round. The city was a dangerous place, at times. Adawna jumped to her paws, and leapt onto a pipe, clinging onto the plastic object. Her large paws padded along the gutter of the small den-like structure.




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    L.o.r.e.t.t.a


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    Name;; Loretta
    Gender;; Female
    Clan;; None
    Bio; link


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    Darkslash, hmm. Very like those of the Forest Cats that lived in groups, what were they called... Clan Cats? Or Tribe Cats or something, Loretta honestly had little knowledge of these cats and she didn't feel the need to know; as long as they didn't threaten her or her territory, she was fine so stay out of their lives.
    As this Darkslash character proceeded to offer her protection, the seal-point was growing more and more inclined to chase him out. She didn't need protection, she was quite alright on her own- although at the mention of dogs, Loretta's claws temporarily dug into the concrete to try and keep her hackles down, her ears doing a 180 degree turn to listen out behind her before returning her focus on the tortoise shell. The Siamese thought for a second, she hadn't had many dogs on her territory for a while apart from the occasional stray or House Dog, but she'd heard distant barking and if she was honest that scared her like nothing else.
    "Alright, Darkslash." Loretta murmured, quickly making a decision, flickering her gaze up from the pavement to meet the tom's, "I'm not bothered about other cats, I can deal with them myself, but if you can manage to keep dogs away from me... Then I'll help you." She concluded, keeping her tone at a steady and with a calm air. Her acting when it came to masking her emotions was usually pretty actuate, so if the tom noticed her unease she'd be rather impressed.


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