Fisher's Point

[ghostwriter]

//open//

What a terrible inconvenience, this would certainly stain. Montag flattened his ears as he meticulously washed the sticky crimson from his paws, submerging them in the shallow water. If they had just been still, like he had recommended, his paws wouldn’t be stained with their insolence.
No good deed goes unpunished, I suppose. Montag thought to himself, feathery tail twitching as he worked to purge his paws of the blood.
They had been a terribly boring cat, he had done them, and certainly everyone else a favor.

[duckie]

Dionysus
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"What a terrible mess you've made." remarked a nearby voice.

Perched atop a wooden pillar near the water, Dionysus looked down on Montag with a vibrant curiosity. His tail flicked behind him lazily - he had spent most of the day here, keeping an eye out on the goings-on and looking for anything of particular interest.

This one was of particular interest.

"Did the poor thing look at you the wrong way?"

[ @ghostwriter ]

[Jade13]

Originally Posted by Fire14

Blue came out of a little tunnel she made in the den. "Sorry, I just went to make dirt." She mewed awkwardly.

tawny ran up and pushed herself into blue and stayed quite. finally she talked i-i thought y-you l-left m-me

[ghostwriter]

@wnder

A smirk of interest began to surface on Montag’s features, even before he turned to face the stranger.
“Oh my, how did you know?” He inquired, his voice smooth and articulate. He pulled his nearly clean paws from the water and assessed the newcomer with cutting eyes. One the color of aspen leaves, the other, the clouded remains of an eye.
Montag was a comely cat, albeit peculiar—his sharply angular face and oddly long incisors gave him an almost vampiric appearance.
“You seem a touch too clever to be an inconvenience. That is wise.” Montag observed coolly.
The little plaid collar around his neck indicated that he was a kittypet...but his bloodstained paws and scarred eye alluded to a life far different from kibble and fireplaces.

[Fire14]

Originally Posted by feather lily

tawny ran up and pushed herself into blue and stayed quite. finally she talked i-i thought y-you l-left m-me

"Sorry I scared you." Blue mewed, then her legs buckled and she gasped. "My kits are comming!" She moaned to Tawny, even though she knew the small kit could do nothing to help her. (Open for someone to come in and help Blue birth 3 kits!)

[Jade13]

Originally Posted by Fire14

"Sorry I scared you." Blue mewed, then her legs buckled and she gasped. "My kits are comming!" She moaned to Tawny, even though she knew the small kit could do nothing to help her. (Open for someone to come in and help Blue birth 3 kits!)

B-blue! tawny yelled. That’s all she could say

@Panda1440 (maybe salt can come in? He doesn’t have to just an idea)

[Pand1440]

[ @~Echo~ @Fire14 @feather lily]
[What are the genders of the new kits? Does anyone play them? Are any of them going to die?]

Salt's ears twitched as he heard a yowl coming from somewhere. "Cedar- hold on tight okay?" The gray tabby rushed through the forest, turning at a large tree. "Are you okay-" he started to say before instinct kicked into him. "Just keep pushing! I will support you from behind, you need to relax..." Good thing he had watched Pine giving birth...

[Jade13]

Originally Posted by Panda1440

[ @~Echo~ @Fire14 @feather lily]
[What are the genders of the new kits? Does anyone play them? Are any of them going to die?]

Salt's ears twitched as he heard a yowl coming from somewhere. "Cedar- hold on tight okay?" The gray tabby rushed through the forest, turning at a large tree. "Are you okay-" he started to say before instinct kicked into him. "Just keep pushing! I will support you from behind, you need to relax..." Good thing he had watched Pine giving birth...

(idk)

tawny stepped back and watched the new cat help i-is she o-ok? she asked. she was already abandodned she didnt want to loss blue

[Shade.]

Originally Posted by Willowfern

[Open]

Theodore
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Theodore sat on top of an overturned crate in between two of the boxy shacks that served for shelter, his claws kneaded into the rotted wood as he watched for attackers looking to take his territory, For he believed that since no-one was I looking to start hierarchy of any sort, why not take advantage of it? Claiming the small alley wasn’t too momentous for others, but it was for Theodore, Rouge, born kittypet, it meant he had some level of control.
When he was finished, and bored, of watching for enemies, Theodore leaped onto a lopsided windowsill and peered into one of the shacks through the broken window. Inside, it was empty and all he saw that might be of use was a strange fluffy thing that reminded him of his kithood. He slipped through the window and into the structure, wincing as his paw pad got cut on one of the shattered pieces of glass left behind from when the window was broken all that time ago. Licking his paw rappedly, he felt the pain cease.
Now that he was inside, he realized that this place was quite warm, thus making it a perfect place for Theodore to live, since the door was closed and there were minimum holes, none big enough for a cat to squeeze through, making sure that he has the place all to himself, unless some stupid cat came into his territory, the place was his!
He settled down on the fluffy thing- now realizing it was a Twoleg pelt, probably left behind- and fell asleep, dreaming of conquering the world- or at least Fisher’s Point.

...

He awoke late morning, stretching luxuriously, he got to his paws. Now that he was rested up, he could go back to his perch to look for intruders of his territory.
Ah, today was going to be a good day.

Dawn had just gotten off the roof and was contemplating on exploring the territory. She wasn't very social but she assumed she'd have to meet cats at some point. She was unaware of any official organization here. So she roamed freely. Her interaction with Tiny hadn't turned into conflict so that gave her a little hope for this place. As she walked, her sharp instincts alerted her to a presence. She turned sharply, battle stance at the ready.

[Willowfern]

@Shadeleaf

Theodore
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Theodore watched the she-cat with contempt in his gaze,
“Hello,” He meowed dryly, looking her over, “You know, this is my territory, so if I were you I’d back down and try to keep a civil tongue.”
His shredded green collar stuck out from his ginger and cream pelt, giving him a striking appearance,
“The name’s Theodore by the way, and who might you be?”