Posts by JamCat

LOVE that backstory! Why don't we start 1-2 years afterwords so everybody is settled. (Though there could be some tension between descendants of the two original clans). Maybe we should hold off on the omen until everything is up and running.

Hmm, well we could make it something to do with the names of the two Clans who merged!
What kind of names do you think would be good?
Metroclan? Shadeclan? Streetclan? Just throwing out some ideas here.

"So you want to... go loner?" The thought scared him. "I dunno if StarClan likes loners at all, you know, that could end up real bad. But I see the appeal." Patchwork was young, he had a whole life ahead of him. This life was suddenly unimportant to the scores of powered others. No one would miss him if he left except his mama, but she was getting old. Maybe after she left for StarClan he could run from here and have new adventures in fresh company more like himself! He grinned widely at the idea.

How about HazeClan, like unsure, hazy ect.
Or BlurClan, in a similar meaning.

I have to go now, I have a lot to do irl today. Sorry!

Patchwork never considered there might be someone listening. "Well, now you've got me thinking. I've got nothing here sir. I could just up and disappear, and nobody would notice. I like the sound of it more and more. Maybe there are other people like us! We could ditch this place together and find 'em, Slenderfur!" He stood proud, pleased with this idea.

(I have to go, lots of irl responsibilities today. Sorry!)

"Well, I didn't bring it up cause I thought it'd be easy!" His gaze shot in the direction of the river. "It'd just be us two, roughneckin' it and all, like a pair of real wild guys. We're warriors though, so we could handle it." Patchwork's eyes closed dreamily as he listened to the far-off sounds of rushing water. "I've always wanted to follow the river, ever since I was a littleun. I want to know where it comes from... like, what the river's mama is, y'know? We should go that way."

(Got to sneak in one more post before bedtime. G'night)

Walt skittered up to Minori and Ryan. "Are we headed out of this godforsaken place? It's about time." He stammered, nervously playing with the safety on his pistol. The young man rocked back and forth on his boots, eager to get moving.

He gave Slenderfur a surprised look. "B-But you said it yourself! Nobody cares about where we go! So why would anybody try and stop us?" Patchwork ran to the side of the other cat and watched his wide-eyed reflection, partially obscured by ice. "D'you have people who really care about you here, or somethin'?"

BlurredClan sounds great to me!

Oh and hey, what is the place in the hotel they go to talk to StarClan? Maybe like an old, moss-covered swimming pool?

Patchwork sighed dramatically. "Don't say that, sir! You're tough! You could do it, I'd make sure!" He paused in consideration. "But... if you don't want to leave, I'll, uh, I'll respect that. I'll do whatever you wanna do, 'cause I respect you." His reflection over the water became a little pout.

"Ah-! I mean it! My mama taught me right!" He yelped, dogging Slenderfur's pawsteps. "Well, there can't be much to it, I'd imagine." The young tom continued. "Really now, if I just kept walkin' along this river bank nobody would stop me. I think you're making up reasons to stay!"

Well, if everything's all settled then the next step is to make the thread, I think!

((Hey hey! You guys looking for a Wheatley?))

"Yeah, get lost, ya glorified rat!" Skitzy yelled at the escaping she-cat. She tensed and sprang onto the pipe, landing smoothly and silently behind Pirate. "Climbing buildings is a lot different than climbing trees, Gratty. Keep your balance."

((Well, I'd be happy to step up! How the heck did I get out of space, though?))

Sure!
It'll be a pretty standard form.

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She grinned slyly. "Oh, yes, splat. A real tragedy." She held a sarcastic paw to her chest. "A moment of silence for the many who have fallen." Skitzy said, but only held quiet for a second before she started laughing.

He looked to his paws, maintaining a strong pout. "Well... yeah, I guess. But what's the alternative? It's just sitting here mopin' around! Never doing anything important 'cause all those crazy super cats do all the work for us!" An idea lit his face. "I know! We could get more cats! If there were more of us, we could fend off all those bad guys."

((Alright, let's do that. I'll just jump in, if that's okay.))

Oh, man alive. That was one heck of a crash. Wheatley groaned as his ocular hardware came back online. "Ugh..." Let's see here... Featureless, black-and-white walls, a familiar logo and the distinctive sounds of science being done. "Wha- no way. No bloody way." his single eyes looked around frantically from side to side. "No. No, no, no. This.. well, think of the odds!" That asteroid must have had it out for him, or else it would never have sent him back here. She would find him and kill him for good, Wheatley was sure.

All Wheatley could muster was a weak. "Noooo..." He must have the absolute worst luck in the observable universe. "Mate, we're not in space anymore. We're, uh, we're home now. Back from space. The astronauts, victoriously returning...." To their deaths, he finished internally.