LOL I'm actually a cat person myself, but you're right.
It's funny, one of our cats is CONVINCED that my DH is going to *eat* him, of all things. Nothing we can do, Whisper is psychotic that way. Never seen a dog act like that in my life (for no reason). The other cats tolerate DH okay and the gliders *love* him.
Actually I think I'm a small animal/exotics person. :)
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Sure's whiskers twitched and she settled more deeply back on her haunches. She wasn't too proud to accept something from the confident and flamboyant tom, but she was also beginning to feel an ache to prove herself to the other cats. That, and she'd been taught that pecking order mattered, and that she was at the bottom of it.
The little she-cat quivered slightly and glanced over at Plus, nudging the mouse closer to her older companion. "I..." she began, and then tossed her head with a hint of confusion at the way she felt. She growled, a low sound that was directed at nobody. She had instincts, didn't she?
Sure crouched down low to the ground, her chest touching the earth beneath her paws. Her pads were still sore, and she frowned for a half an instant as she registered the pain and then swiftly forgot about it again. She had a mission, and that mission was to bring home some food for the little band. She would eat tonight -- she was determined of it, even if it meant eating the mouse Fame had brought her. She'd rather not eat alone. She'd done that for the past month before finally deciding to take to the wild, and she didn't much like it. She hoped they'd still be there when she got back.
Ears on alert, Sure tuned out the sounds of her companions and listened to the natural world around her. There were birds. They were up. She could hear the chattering of squirrels as they scolded from the tree branches as well. Insects were plentiful but rodents were preferable. She'd never eaten fresh kill before, but the smell was intoxicating.
Low to the ground, Sure finally pinpointed the sound, and the scent, that she wanted. She crept forward, her body still low, her soft paws making no sound on the earth beneath her. Her tail was low, but didn't drag, and her ears were positioned low to her head, even as she was alert for the slightest sound coming from her quarry.
The she-kit could see it now, a small brown and white field mouse, scurrying through the brush in front of them. It wasn't still as Fame's kill had been, and she wondered for a moment if she should wait for the small animal to stop before she moved. She decided against it, figuring that if she waited too long, the mouse might scurry away.
Stalking, slowly and steadily brought Sure closer. The mouse was slow, casual. Upwind. Then... she pounced, pinning the mouse beneath her paws. With a quick motion, she caught the mouse between her teeth and shook her head, making her kill.
Proud, her tail in the air, Sure trotted back to her party and dropped the mouse to the ground between them. "I did it!" she meowed happily. "I did it!"
Okay, I want another character. I know that I can have as many as I want, etc, so my question isn't about whether or not it's allowed. I need some help with a bio character, since I'm just not comfortable scratch-creating something that I'm hoping becomes a little bit complicated.
Sure is a loner. I don't want to do another loner right now.* I want to get involved in something a little bit different as I explore Warriors, since I don't have any background coming into the game. I don't want to do an inner clan, since I just don't know enough from the books to pull it off (IMO). I may adopt an Inner Clan kit at some point in the future, but not yet.
I would love some advice to get me started doing a bio for a new character. I want a char that can be involved deeply with a plot, but I don't want to be central to a currently ongoing plot unless it's part of an upstart pseudoclan.
Any ideas?
* I am really enjoying Sure. Please don't misunderstand my motives!
Sure dipped her head a bit demurely. Now that she had it, she wasn't entirely sure what to do with her kill. She'd never eaten anything fresh before. All the food she'd eaten had been prepared by twolegs and set out for her. Of course there had been the occasional bug, but those had been eaten more in play than with any intentional purpose.
She didn't want to let the older two cats know that she wasn't sure what she was doing, so she glanced toward Plus again, hoping that she'd start on the mouse that Fame had caught so that Sure could get the idea.
Hey Larky, do you have a link for Poisonedclan? Definitely looking for Pseudoclan. I just think I'll adapt better to the "regular" clans if my cat is born into the clan. I guess I'm just not yet sure of myself.
Oh, and I'm still having trouble finding things I'm looking for :(
Yes, that's what I meant ^^. Depending on local leash laws, the dog simply being off the leash could lead to serious trouble for your friend.
It's been pretty bad :( Jobs that say they are hiring never call for interviews, and don't want you to call them to check up on the status of an application. Ugh!
I can't always find the threads that I'm looking for, and I've long since given up on searches, particularly on large boards. I always find it easier to ask somebody who knows.
I've bookmarked the clan page. I join by putting an application on the clan thread once the cat bio is approved?
Since I'm SO new to Warriors, the best that I can do really is to come up with something that's fairly loose and fluid. For example, it's hard for me to say that I want anti, pro or neutral. What I *do* know is that I want something where I can get into the thick of things and (I hope) learn the game more quickly. I love plot, but I'm not the most creative person in the world, so coming up with stuff on my own isn't the best option for me.
After that, I just need to figure out *how* to get involved in a plot without stepping on any toes. I've accidentally power played my way into plots before without realizing it (YEARS ago, on other boards) and I'd hate to have that happen.
I probably will PM you for some ideas, once I know where I want to go!
Create the bio, then apply the cat, before starting a thread? I.E. jump into a running plot line?
What's the protocol on that? Should I PM the person leading the thread or just jump right in?
I voted canine body language because I would find it really interesting!
Hitting 1,000,000 will be completely awesome. I guess this board qualifies as a big board! Is it on the big boards list?
Maybe on theadminzone.com. They have a section for big boards there. I used to mod there very briefly before I got totally overwhelmed because Howard wasn't explaining the rules very well lol
ETA: How many HUGE RPGs are there? I wonder if one of the RPG directories would add a section for large boards.
Most of their sites aren't related to role playing, but there is a LOT of help there as far as admins. All the admins here might want to think about joining. I'm not active now because I don't have a forum any more (and thank goodness -- it's too much work!).
I remember a couple of years ago I really wanted to do a vampire role play. I've always been really into the gothic role playing games, and I love to write, especially vampires and weres. I used to write a lot of short stories about them, in addition to my furry stories (or as part of my furry stories as well).
Anyway, I found a group that I wanted to join, and it was absolutely enormous. Bigger than WCaRPG I think. I couldn't join. I just could *not* make myself do it and get lost in the middle of the VERY complicated umbrella plot.
Ironically I chose *this* board because of its size. I figured that it would be easier to bury mistakes on a huge group when I was involved in a "world" that I didn't fully understand (yet). LOL Harder to bury mistakes when you're playing in a world that you should know well (like White Wolf's Vampire: The Masquerade. I should know that one *really* well!).
Two years ago I was threatened by a neighbor who said that she was going to shoot me. She was absolutely insane and called me over to her house, and then said that she was going to shoot me, that she'd called the police and told them she had a gun and was going to kill me.
I called the cops, scared out of my wits and really confused. They showed up, and let her entirely off the hook, and then proceeded to harass ME on some bogus claim that she had made against me. Several months later she robbed us. We called the police. Again she was let off the hook, and we got harrassed. We had PROOF that she'd done the robbing, but none of our property was returned and she wasn't ever prosocuted.
They are also absolutely intent on pulling people over. DH got pulled over for doing a U-Turn in our county. The cop said that it was illegal, but we can't find the law about it. Needless to say he's taking it to court.
It's crazy. I am THIRTY years old and yet this kind of stuff still happens with my girlfriends. Very, very frustrating. I have one who drinks and then talks about me behind my back. It's taboo to talk about what she's said or done later on, and I wind up having to just keep forgiving her. It's very frustrating, and everybody knows she's aware that she's doing it when she does it.
Forums are a LOT of work. God, yes they are. Oh wow, what RPG was it that's bigger than this? I might want to check em out.
When I looked, I couldn't find this board any more. That's why I was careful to say that it was a couple of years ago. I've never seen anything like it before or since. At the time it was about as old as this forum is now. It's probably still out there and has something to do with my poor search skills.
Again, it was a V:tM board. You might be able to find it with a search if you have better skillz than me lol
Most of my friends are (much) younger than I am because I met them when I was working at a movie theater years ago. Usually this kind of behavior occurs most when she's been around a particular friend of HERS. I think she feels as though it will boost her standing in her own community if she says things about me to people who know me and at one point didn't like me very much (and admittedly for good reason).
Most of the jibes are religious, and I try to let it roll off my back but it's still very frustrating.
These are both mine, copyright Becki 2003. No takey.
The Cat
I can see her there
furled under the tree
tail flipping from time to time
mellow and relaxed, eyes
half closed in
an expression of contentment. I have to stop to wonder
how long she's been there
and if she's ever going home.
She is thin, and looks old
beyond her years. Small,
I give her nine months, tops.
And that's what's so sad about it.
Just another child left to die. I can't just walk away
so I click my tongue
and she comes running easily
with the attitude of one
used to affection and caress.
I reach my hand out to
stroke, and the fur is soft.
Not what I had expected. It isn't faked, this feline
cry of hungry pain. Her paws
are on my thighs, begging me.
But I have nothing except
for a pouch of day-old tobacco,
and I know she doesn't want that. I can't just shoo her on her away
but there is no place for her
among the brick buildings
and so many trees you feel you
might suffocate for the extra oxygen.
I wonder if this isn't how we
fight our oppression; white
people in a white town filled with
red brick. Keep everything out
that we think we don't want.
Yet she persists. This tiny feline body,
malnurished and underfed
is stronger than I am
and than I may be
in a lifetime of petting.
There is one thing for her
out of everything that we have
forced into her small, microcosmic
feline tiger tabby world. That one thing is survival.
How are we to survive without
one another? Can one exist
without the other, or will
we crash and burn too?
Will we starve
sitting beneath a tree,
eyes half closed, the
wind ruffling our fur? Even here, opressed and forced
to starvation by the laws of man...
she is purring, a soft sound
gentle and token to her existence.
Somebody will listen.
This one is based on a true story from my own life. The cat was a real part of the story and it was so very dear to see this old homeless man with a cat in his coat!
Homeless
A young man
Feeble as though with old age
He is haggard from too few meals
And too many nights sleeping
On a bench in the park
Now he sits
His empty eyes staring out
At the children at play
Mother's rushing their children past him
But still he watches them
Stony-silent as though in death
His face shows the signs of wear
His cheeks and eyes sunken
A pale blue in contrast
To the weathered tan of his complexion
His only companion sits at his side
A dog who has known more meals
Than his master
And still the ribs show through the dull coat
And children who would stop to pat him
Are rushed past by anxious mothers
In business suits
An old man teeters past
Smelling of alcohol
And holding an ancient coffee cup
His hands shaking with palsy
Something tucked tightly
Inside his long coat
The young man looks past him
As though he cannot see
His eyes gazing instead at another family
Sorrow in his heart
A small smile creasing the ancient lines
Of his face
The old man sits down at the bench
Turning his head to his younger companion
"Mind if I sit down?"
There is no answer, and he doesn't move
Reaching his hand inside his coat
To handle the softly mewling bundle
Held within
"Alcoholic!" a woman spits
Rushing her child past the duo
As the child's eyes fall
On the small black kitten
Hidden in the old man's coat
And he just smiles and laughs
Experience telling him more
Than the young man will ever know
"What you in for?"
He asks his young comrade
The boy just turns his head
Staring with empty eyes at his fellow
Shrugs his shoulders and reaches for the bottle
That lays at his feet, swigging the cider
And offering some to his dog
"That stuff'll kill ya,"
Says the old man with a laugh
Offering his kitten a bit of cheese
From somewhere inside his cavernous coat
The young man only shrugs, eyeing the cat
A young woman
Out of nowhere perhaps
Bottle of coke in hand
Leather pulled tightly around her shivering body
"Mind if I sit down?"
Two pairs of eyes watching her
Incredulous
But she only smiles and takes a seat between them
Patting the dog and offering a bit of her pie
"Where you on your way to?"
She asks the younger man
And finally a real smile
Creases the lines of his face
And he passes her his map
She nods her head, looking down at the card
"Destination Rome,"
She chuckles and hands it back
Turns to the elder
"Cute kitten," she laughs
She is well built
Sat in the lap of luxury
Next to her companions
And yet she offers nothing
Not a quid to spare
Or even a bit more of her pie
But eats in silence
Taking a load off her tired joints
And they just watch her until she turns her head
A smile on her own red lips
"I hear Italy's nice this time of year."
They continue to stare
As though in amazement
That somebody would talk to them
In spite of the smell of cider
Permeating the air nearby
The ocean the only place to bathe
And yet she isn't offended
"I'd best be off,"
The woman says, shoving up off the bench
Grimacing at the pain in her feet
And she walks away
Travelling to her own unknown destination
And leaving the two men
To gawp after her in silence
They turn towards one another then
Smiles breaking out unevenly on their faces
One pale and old, the other young and tan
And break into laughter
Slapping their knees so that the dog barks
And the kitten retreats further
Into her Master's robes
And they know that they are lucky
Because they are here
Sleeping on the benches
Travelling with their pets
Not out of necessity
But out of choice
And the woman they've watched walk away
Who sits in the lap of luxury
Is terrified every night
That her home may not be hers when she returns to it.
"Go on, they're homeless!"
A mother scoots her son past them
And they stare after her and break into laughter again
An old woman, being charitable
Drops a coin into the cup the old man holds
And he stairs down at it
As though in confusion
That there might have been coffee there only a moment before
And again the young man laughs
Plucking the quid from out of the cup
Winking at the old man and pocketing it
"Poor men. Father and son, look honey?"
A woman and her lover, pointing towards the unlikely pair
Didn't her mother ever teach her not to point?
"Haven't got a home," the man mutters, rushing her past
And again their laughter breaks through the children
Playing in the park, as though oblivious
The old man leans back against the bench
Folding his hands in his lap as the kitten rests
"You got somewhere to go?"
He asks the younger
The boy only nods, a stupid grin on his once-handsome face
"Everywhere," he replies.
"Look at those poor men!"
A little boy this time, pointing for his mother's attention
"Mum, you gotta quid?"
And the old man's eyes wander to the young girl
Wrapped in leather with a bottle of Coke
In her polished hand
Sitting in the doorway of a shop across the street
Huddled against the wind
Afraid to go home.
Paws in the Water
Her paws are in the water, damp, soaked and cold
but she will not move away nor embrace the chill.
She could live here, spreading herself thin on her dreams
or she could dance in the sea, if only she weren't afraid.
Time is a spiral, moving outwards for her
but she cannot join it to spin her way out of control.
She is trapped in this place, a world between worlds
and that is how it is meant to be. Few would understand
and she will not try to explain.
So she keeps her paws in the water. Still.
