8/30.
Roscoe slowly released the dead again cat, which slumped down to the ground. Roscoe gave tired pants, blood dripping from his mouth, he kept it open, refusing to swallow any of it. Something strange could happen.
8/30.
Roscoe slowly released the dead again cat, which slumped down to the ground. Roscoe gave tired pants, blood dripping from his mouth, he kept it open, refusing to swallow any of it. Something strange could happen.
5/30.
Tail twitching, Roscoe padded over towards Kermit, his head held high with pride.
10/30.
Roscoe came along the scene with a hiss, his fur beginning to bristle. Who was taking this cat?
6/30.
Roscoe gave a meow as he stood before the she-cat. "Aye," he said. What an accent.
7/30.
Ears giving a flick, he awaited her answer.
9/30.
Panting, Roscoe sat on his haunches, trying to catch his breath.
11/30.
Roscoe's ears perked up and he gave a warning yowl, charging over to barrel into whatever was trying to steal Seal. Roscoe was a heavy, muscular cat, and by any means, would happily kill if required.
10/30.
Roscoe panted, colorful eyes narrowed.
7/30.
Ears giving a flick, he awaited her answer.
8/30.
Becoming bored, Roscoe padded away, searching for something to do, or someone to talk to.
9/30.
Roscoe gave a tired meow, unsure what to do.
10/30.
Roscoe gave a loud meow, wanting SOME sort of attention. He was a farm cat, used to getting attention.
12/30.
"Wimp," he hissed darkly, eyes softening as he looked to the kit. Padding over, he gently pinned her down with a paw, leaning down to get the chain off of her neck before angrily jerking his head to the side, letting go of it, he watched it fly off.
Fire heard a cat meowing for attention, so she meowed back," H-h-hello" She said frighted.
11/30.
Roscoe's gazed turned toward the cat, and he happily padded over, a soft purr escaping him as the multi-eye-colored cat blinked. "Hello," he had a slight accent when he spoke.
OOC: How many posts do you need for your cat to grow... just a normal cat.
OOC: Sixty.
11/30.
Roscoe's gazed turned toward the cat, and he happily padded over, a soft purr escaping him as the multi-eye-colored cat blinked. "Hello," he had a slight accent when he spoke.
12/30.
Roscoe was a little bit more patient now, and awaited the she-cat's reply.
12/30.
Roscoe was a little bit more patient now, and awaited the she-cat's reply.
13/30.
Roscoe's tail twitched silently.
"What are we suppoused to do...I've never done this before, and I..." Fire stopppped.
14/30.
He shrugged, giving a soft yawn. "Beats me, but I guess we just you know.. hang out or something."
Kit name:
Roscoe.
Kit gender:
Male.
Kit colour:
Maybe like the one in my profile picture?
Silver bengal with an olive and blue eye.
11/30.
Eventually, Roscoe regained himself and slowly stood up, he darted over to a dark murky lake, burying his face into it, he gulped up water.
14/30.
He shrugged, giving a soft yawn. "Beats me, but I guess we just you know.. hang out or something."
15/30.
He glanced around, a tired huff escaping him. He was always sleepy.