Ay, toms get over here! { Scum Tryouts }

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    Darky. wrote:


    [font=georgia]One glance at the log, and Peter was sure that a scrawny tom like him wouldn't be able to do it alone. With his size, his weight, he would have luck if he pushed it an inch. Looking around at the other toms, he wondered if any of them would help him out. Trying to find the most muscular, the fawn tabby padded uneasily over to Cinna.

    [align=center][font=georgia]Cinna noticed Peter coming over. "Need help with that?" he asked, nodding to the log. Not waiting for an answer, the bulky golden-brown tom got to his paws and padded over to Sunny, his ears pricked as he listened to what the tom was telling them.

    [font=georgia]Watching Cinna join him and Sunny at the log, he started to think that if they got at least one more tom, that the tom's plan would actually work. Scanning the remaining, he wondered if any of them would.

    Sunny looked at Cinna with a smile and nod. "Care to help out? Your strength would be great." He said warmly. Feeling eyes on him he looked to Stephan and flicked his tail signaling for him to join in. "Every cat counts."

    Ruth watched the toms through a narrowed green gaze. The tortie flicked her tail back and forth, still bewildered she had to pick one of these horrid creatures to be her Scum.

    [font=georgia]"Should we start now?" Peter muttered into Sunny's ear, getting slightly impatient with all of the talking. They needed to get a go on their task if they ever wanted to get to the next one.

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=#6F099E]"What should I do first?" Cinna meowed, staring at the log apprehensively. He didn't know what this was proving, but whatever; the she-cats were in charge here.


    He felt eyes watching them and turned his head around, seeing Ruth watching them all. Of course she's watching us! he told himself. They were supposed to be watching. The golden brown Tom, without thinking, flashed the she-cat a quick smile before turning back to Sunny and the other toms. The royal guard would probably hate him even more now, but whatever, he didn't care. There were two other royal guards.

    "Put another stick in." Sunny answerd putting his front paws on his stick. "Then we all push." He started to push down waiting for the others. Once they all pushed he was sure it would move. He looked to the others just a moment before pushing down some more.


    OOC: The last one to push can make the log move so the Rp done'st go a little faster ^^ I won't bee to active tomorrow anyway, getting new glasses so you don't have to wait all day for me. :D

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    "Ciao, everybody. Mi scuso per essere così in ritardo." the Italian cat mewed, flicking her silver tail. Belle glanced at the toms with icy blue eyes, frowning in disgust before taking a seat next to the she-cats. This better be interesting. Hopefully the Scum would end up decent. She still had never forgiven a single dirty tom after her past. Ears flattening against her head, she stared at the males with a glare that could freeze h*ll.


    {translation: hello, everybody. i apologize for being so late}

    Would they hurry this up? Ruth thought to herself as her flint-sharp green glare was landed on the toms. The Royal Guard sat back, tail flicking back and forth impatiently. She looked at the new she-cat who had arrived on the scene. "Just be glad you're not a high position," she complained, "Or you'd have to pick one of these toms," she spat the word out as if it was bile.

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    Belle frowned, feeling bad for the poor Guard. That seemed to be the only bad thing about the position, but it was a pretty bad thing. Picking a tomcat? Eugh. She'd rather get run over a twoleg monster. "Oi, I apologize, dear. These tomcats are nothing to be happy about." the slim silver tabby rolled her eyes, shaking her head. [b]"Tsk."

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=#6F099E]Cinna sighed in relief as he helped Rex push up against the heavy log. Ruth hadn't seen him. The heavy-built tomcat took a deep breath and placed his front paws on the wood. Time to get moving with this thing.

    [font=georgia]Not bothering to wait for anybody else, Peter pushed down as hard as he could, his small body putting on all the weight he could on this stick. Why do I have to be a d*mn tom, he thought angrilly.

    Sunny felt something, the log lifted and rolled a little. Suddenly it moved from its place and started to roll about half the distance. "Yes! Come on boys, one more time, teamwork eh?" He caught two familler scents on the wind, Zack a little brown tom and Nigel a bigger black tom. His cell mates. "Boys, oh Songbirds! Come join me. You may not make it to scum, Zack your too young for that after all, but all mussle helps."


    The two nodded to him and joined in. "Hey why not you taught us songs and the way of the city." Said Nigel and the two moved over. Sunny lucked back to the toms with smiles before looking to the new she-cat. "Ciao bella." He said in rough Italian. He knew she would hate him and toms, all she-cats did here but to here a language spoken in the city, or twoleg place as he heard it called, made him long fore home.


    OOC: Hope no one minds his cell mates, I use them with him in the two other posts he's in and figured the log would be more realistic with more cats.

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    Amused, Belle watched the tomcats struggled with the log, feeling satisfied. Good, they would feel the pain that she-cats from all over felt. Only the poor she-cats had to deal with worse. Tail lashing, the female held back a snarl, ears pinning back. Glancing at the tomcat who had spoken to her in Italian, she remembered her home in Italy. She was supposed to be with her human, but of course, tomcats had dragged her from her backyard and somehow she thankfully ended up in Radicalclan. "Tornate al lavoro, è nocivo." she hissed bitterly with a huff, rolling her eyes and straightening her posture. Holding her head up in pride, she gazed down at the toms.


    {translation; go back to work, you pest.}

    Rex pushed harder against the log, his strength fueled by his anger at the Italian cat bossing them around.

    [font=georgia]Pushing the log with his paws, Peter glanced at the other cats.

    Sunny and his boys nodded at Peater as the log moved even more.


    OOC: Is it safe to say it is where it should be? I don't wanna rush things ^^