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    Abel stalked stiffly through the underbrush, his stomach low to the ground as he hid from the scents of other nearby cats. The length of his thick white fur dragged gently through the snow, it's healthy fullness a clear indication of his domestic past. His eyes, flitting backward and forth with unmeasurable uncertainty betrayed his act of cool confidence.

    Abel felt the cold beneath his tiny paws, shivering with cold and fear. He had to find shelter soon, or he would surely die. Staggering through the dense bracken, he caught the nearby scent of some unfimilar cat. Giving up all pride, he let out a pitiful mewl. "help."

    Abel looked up at the tom towering over him. His eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion and cold. "I'm running away from my owner." He felt his pelt thick with snow, and feebly tried to shake it from him. he looked up at his older companion. "will you help me?"

    Role-play thread: Roleplay


    Description and backstory.

    Current members and available positions.

    Application form. Optional questions marked with o.

    My characters.

    Name:

    Viceroy

    Gender:

    tom

    Rank (rogue, loner, kittypet):

    rogue

    Appearance:

    Slender grey tom cat with distinctly dark tabby markings and green eyes.

    Personality:

    Viceroy is adventurous and fun, and enjoys playing around and teasing other cats. Although he can be cruel, he is never genuinely spiteful and only wants to carry out harmless flirtation.

    History:

    Viceroy was originally a kittypet, and lived alongside his two siblings, Spandau and Newman. After being separated from the two other toms and given to an often over-affectionate young two leg, Viceroy became increasingly unhappy with his domesticated life. After fleeing, he travelled far and joined a clan a great distance away, before being exiled for reasons he has never spoken of. He now resides as a loner in the forest near his childhood twoleg-place.

    Mate/Crush:

    None / Fox?

    Kit(s):

    None.

    Other:

    None.

    Name:

    Kobe

    Gender:

    Female
    Breed:

    Hybrid fox
    Looks (Picture preferred):

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    Rank wanted:

    Healer
    Mate/Crush:

    none / open
    Kits:

    none

    Other:

    none




    Name:

    Ty
    Gender:

    male
    Breed:

    Hybrid fox
    Looks (Picture preferred):

    1457028650.png
    Rank wanted:

    warrior
    Mate/Crush:

    none / open
    Kits:

    none

    Other:

    none

    Accepted! Role-play can start immediately.

    Role-play thread. Sign up here: Sign up


    Spandau sat alone, gazing at the empty clearing. There was not yet many members in his group, save for his loyal friend Noel. uncurling his tail from his paws, he pulled himself upward. Making sure to avoid Noel's den so as not to notify her he was gone, he scrambled up the steep pathway leading out of his ravine. continuing along the grassy trail, Spandau headed into the woodland.


    Noel heard the tumbling of rocks and debris in the ravine, and knew instantly that her friend had left her vulnerable again. Flicking her tail in annoyance, she decided not to pursue him; probably off looking for she-cats again. Instead she turned back to the task at hand, ordering the various herbs she had gathered into neat piles ready for storage.

    Spandau followed his usual path through the dense woodland, scanning for any signs of nearby cats. He felt it was vital to recruit new members soon if his group was to flourish. Padding into a clearing, he noticed a she-cat on the far side of a small body of water. her fur was shimmering in the sunlight, and he approached slowly.

    spandau tilted his head to inspect the she-cat, still slowly edging toward her. "hello," he purred in a soothing voice. "i won't harm you. tell me your name?"


    noel sat buck herself at the camp, pacing in irritation. It was just like Spandau to leave her with nothing to do and no idea where he'd gone.

    he was now close enough to touch her if he wanted. he flicked his tail playfully and purred smoothly at her, "a lovely name. what brings you to my territory?" he paused, awaiting her reply. It was then he noticed her wounds, and stepped closer to inspect them.

    sensing she was obviously on edge, he walked closer still. "don't worry about it. but those wounds look bad and i have herbs back at my camp." he was so close now, he could hear her nervous breathing. "I insist you come back with me."

    he brushed his tail gently over her cheek, then whisked it away very quickly. "this way!" he turned and walked brusquely back the way he came.


    Noel had climbed to the top of the ravine, and was waiting there when Spandau arrived with his female companion. she stood upright, though a less than impressive height, with her claws out and dug into the soft earth.

    accepted!

    Spandau notice don't how uneasy the she-cat was, and reassured her that Noel was not a threat by greeting her.

    "Noel, what're you doing up here?"

    "looking for you." Noel was unimpressed and eyed the she-cat closely. "your latest prey?" it didn't take her long to notice the wounds on Shimmer, and stared at her with curiosity.

    spandau ignored her, and instead pushed past her and padded down the steep track to camp. Noel started to follow and then turned back, calling down that she was going to find fresh herbs for Shimmer. Spandau led the young she-cat into the centre of camp. he tried to make her feel less vulnerable. "this is where my clan live. there's not many of us, and most are out hunting."

    Spandau then led her into a clearing hollowed out of the high banks of the ravine. "this is the medicine den." he pawed together a large pile of moss, shaping it into a nest. "you should rest until noel returns with herbs."

    so sorry for being so inactive, i started school again on wednesday



    soon after shimmer had fallen asleep, Noel trotted back into camp carrying bundle of herbs. passing the siblings at the fresh kill pile, she meowed a hello. "Alais, Nyra. good hunting?"


    Spandau watched as Shimmer slept, laying a short distance away from where she rested. he purred softly, knowing he could convince her to join his clan if he wanted.