[ti]Open[/ti]alley cat strut

[rotwhyler]

OOC :: The White Place is what Muffy calls the vet. The flat mobile device is a skateboard.
Table credit:: [here]

If there was one thing Muffy had learned in her lifetime, it was that alleyways are the best places to hide out. It took her two-legs longer to find her when she hid downtown, and maybe if she was lucky, they’d give up on her altogether! Even the thought of it made her claws dig into the cemented ground with excitement and anticipation, but on the surface, she knew all too well that she’d be picked up again and brought home. Two-legs at The White Place put something in her skin and she’d figured out that this thing was how they kept finding her.

All those thoughts aside, Muffy sat in between two garbage cans, slowly picking at a plump city mouse she had caught. Her stomach was already full from the bland food she’d been fed that morning before her narrow escape, but the taste of fresh food had been too good to pass up.

With her belly plump with food, she stepped carefully back into the opening of the alley, only to hiss and leap back into her hiding spot when a two-leg came roaring past on a flat mobile device. ”Idiot!” She called out after him despite knowing he couldn’t understand a word she said. Now that really ticked her off, her stub of a tail attempting to lash to prove it. Grumpily, she started to stalk down the alleyway, keeping her ears out for other cats.

[Fireflake]

Vulture the Rogue

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Vulture lingered quietly in the same alleyway, crouching in the cover of a doorway. His sharp blue eyes were stuck on the bird in front of him. The poor little creature had droplets of blood welling up in the place of a beak, dripping down onto Vulture's white paw as he prodded it. The beak lay detached beside him.

The tom looked bored, almost frustrated, and his ears only pricked when he heard pawsteps coming his way. His fur bristled. His eyes narrowed. If he didn't act soon, that cat would smell his rotten scent before she saw him. He glanced at the bird. His poor prey stayed silent and still, chest bouncing up and down as it breathed rapidly, and Vulture turned away from it again.

The rogue pushed himself to his paws and stepped out of the doorway. He had to fight against a reaction as first impressions flew around his mind. She had sounded like another rogue. She looked sturdy enough to be one, at least. Conflicting thoughts insisted that she must be a kittypet. He had spent enough time around them to recognize when he saw one.

Vulture didn't waste time. He straightened up as if the stranger was no threat at all. His dark tail flicked slowly behind his legs. "Hey," he greeted with a low, grating meow that had finally stopped sounding like a kit's. The tom strode toward her unhesitatingly as he waited for her reaction.

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rotwhyler

[rotwhyler]

OOC :: Fireflake
Table credit:: [here]

The smell of blood and cat mingled in her nostrils the moment she got close to the suddenly appearing stranger. Muffy halted, her ears flattening a bit at the surprise. Their eyes met, striking green against icy blue, and she stood taller as he approached. Although his voice was that of an adult’s, it was plain to see he was young, and she caught herself wondering what such a young thing was doing in the busy city. From experience, she knew it was dangerous, not that she was concerned about his safety - just curious, was all.

“Hello,” her greeting was as uninterested as she could make it sound, although secretly the interruption was welcome. It had been a fairly boring day thus far aside from the adrenaline of her runaway. “What’s a kid like you doing out here? And without a collar too. You’re going to be picked up by the catnapper, you know!” Her lips curled up in amusement. She was reminded of the scary stories her mother used to tell before she was a kittypet: a twoleg who traveled in a large, dark monster who would capture cats with a net. Obviously, Muffy jumped at the chance to scare a youngster. Yet, at the mention of a collar, she was reminded of her own, and suddenly envied him for his lack of one.

[Fireflake]

Vulture the Rogue

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Vulture's ears flicked to the sides at the she-cat's words and he narrowed his eyes disapprovingly. Like that could happen to him! He was smarter than the Twolegs, and he could bite harder, and he was wise to their tricks. Catnapper, pfft! "I'm not a kittypet," he meowed dryly, "I'm in the rogue alliance."
The tom strode past, turned, and started to prowl down the other side of the alley. Less tense than tightly circling the stranger, he aimed for a wide oval.

Vulture pointedly ran his tongue along his fangs. "I just show Twolegs my teeth and they back off," he stated. Most of the time. The rogue stared, moving slowly closer despite his excellent sight. He didn't speak. The tom confirmed his earlier thoughts that she could have been a rogue. He also confirmed that she wasn't. The collar, her scent...

He flung her question back to her. "What's a kittypet like you doing out here? Didn't think alleys were your thing."
The tom wasn't skilled enough with his words to hold any particular judgement in them, and he posed his question with too much indifference for an effective insult. It was only his sharp stare and the smudge of blood on his paw that had any threat behind them.

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