Tunnel of Eden [Who Did It?]

[tye]

Travelling from city to city, forest to mountains, at this point of his life Mastoff swore he'd already went around the world and back again. The last destination was at the abandoned house where Casper lived and of course, the old pixie-bob was not welcomed and was seen as an eyesore. He can't blame the white angora though, he did used the stupid scrap like a tool and threw him away like garbage. Why am I thinking of this now? The old loner grumbled, saying a few inaudible words to only hearing 'old' and 'going crazy' that sounded more clear to some cat's ear. After arguing with Casper, filling up his belly until content, he drifted off during the night and resume back travelling to god knows where. All he desired was a place that's peaceful, quiet, and tons of prey to fill his tummy for days to come. Thinking about it made the geezer chuckle a bit; when younger, he remembered the exact opposite, wanting to see the world and take on any challenge and run through all obstacles that blocks his path. It was nice being young and reckless. Hoping to find that paradise he now desires, the old tom ran into a badger and things just went left from there. Badger vs badger, eventually the dumb weasel given up, running off back home while he barely stood with some injuries. Surely with wounds like this, especially his age, the pixie loner couldn't continue like this. But being stubborn like a rock, he ignored the pain and forced himself to pad forward, grunting as the wounds slowly turn infected- now wincing in each movement. Mastoff struggled, feeling disarray now as his clouded amber eyes started to see several rocks rather than just one in front of him. And in that split second the rogue collapsed and his vision clouded up until slowly he entered a world of darkness. Probably forever. Time passed by, Mastoff still thought he was dead- ready to enter a realm of peace to meet his mother again. Yet, nothing happened as darkness surround him and steadily, soreness crept on him and ears become alert, twitching the sound of crickets. Ah, so I'm not dead. His amber eyes opened up, seeing another set of eyes staring right at him. He jumped up to his paws, claws unsheathed to prepare for the attack. "Who are you?!" Mastoff snarled.

"Woah, relax. " Straining his eyes more in pitch black, it was a small ginger tom that stood in front of him. The stranger's green eyes glittered with relief and warmth with no trace of iniquitous motives. It kind of reminded him of Casper. "I'm glad I found you in time. You were badly injured so we took you in and patched up your wounds."

"I didn't ask for your help," Mastoff grumbled, sniffing the air drenched in strong herbs. Now thinking about it. Where is he? "What is this place? All I smell is dirt!"

The ginger purred in response and said,
" You're safe now. This is the tunnels of Eden."

[tye]

[From 'A Liar's Truth' plot in the old site. For the ones accepted, you can start rping now and if you want to join, just pm me.]

Now, in this tunnel we all know each other or at least know what the place is all about. Its where cats live together despite their backgrounds and tend to the weak, injured cats that passes by. Some lived in the tunnels for a long time, others travel by to only stay temporarily and continue their endless journey. It's pretty much a paradise to most cats because they don't have to worry about danger since everything is underground with network of tunnels to roam and large chambers to sleep in. Voles and mice tend to scurry in at times, which makes hunting more easier. It's a place of no worries -the hakuna matata song plays in my head-.

What can go wrong?

[patroclus]

Amelia’s thin body was curled around Sappho so securely it was hard to tell where one cat started and the other began. The loner was a brilliant white, usually, though the darkness of the color muted her pelt into a softer version of herself. Her delicate head was rested on her mate’s back, seeking comfort even in sleep. The two mates were entwined together at the far edge of one of the chambers in the tunnels, keeping to themselves as they often did. Amelia woke with a start, her green eyes growing wide as they swiveled around the tunnels. She wasn’t used to waking up in darkness, though they had been staying in these tunnels for a few days now. Maybe it was longer. Amelia had lost track of time. The small she cat raised her head from Sappho and parted her jaws in a small yawn. Amelia’s green gaze flicked to her sleeping mate, a small flicker of warm blooming in her chest whenever she looked at the other she cat. The two had been traveling for what felt like seasons, tramping through unknown forests and towns in search of a better town. Amelia could still feel the small ache in her paws from their long nights of walking, though she never found herself complaining. She was only excited to finally have a home for her and Sappho. For them to be safe and warm and together. Amelia couldn’t help but rest her forehead against the she cat’s shoulder, breathing in her sweet scent that always seemed to bring peace to the shy feline. The white she cat hummed softly, content with staying intertwined with the pale loner. She rasped her tongue a few times across Sappho’s cheek, nuzzling the peaceful she cat gently. Amelia let out a small puff of warm breath, deciding that morning could wait for a little while longer, and rested her head on Sappho once again, her green eyes sliding shut. However, a small ruckus further down the tunnels was cause for alarm. Amelia uncurled herself from around Sappho, her short legs trembling slightly in fear. It didn’t sound like a fight, more like an argument. got the better of her and Amelia stepped carefully over her sleeping mate and poked her head out of the chamber, narrowing her eyes into slits to see further down the passage. Tentatively, Amelia began to pad down the tunnel, glancing over her shoulder every now and again. “Is everything alright?” Amelia’s soft voice traveled towards the two toms, her ears folded to the back of her head shyly. She wasn’t one to speak up, but the concern fluttering in her chest would not desist until she was certain no one was hurt.

[renne ❤︎]

{diesel will be a cat that lives there,that just kills everyone,okay? is that fine with you guys? or should she only be a visitor? eh. im gonna start anyways :P}

[renne ❤︎]

Diesel stretched her long, muscular limbs, her mesmerizing, azure optics were gliding over the elongated shape of the tunnels. Stepping onwards, she had to admit she began walking for no reason at all, even if she was so tired, the last of her energy has been wrenched out of her, the exhausting night before caught her surprised. She didn't get any sleep at all. Tired and somewhat indifferent, Diesel slid her visionaries shut, but she couldn't help but yelp as she felt a strange, deep pain that slowly cascaded down her neck, streaming through her spine, and finally ending at the tip of her tail. Immediately lowering herself to the ground, she covered her head with her feet; Diesel felt so horrible and amazed in a bad way, it felt as if the darkness swallowed her, dragged her and tossed her around, every single particle of sympathy drained out of her body; She now felt so skinny and diminutive. Finally uncovering her weary head, slowly she transfered herself into an ensconcing position, she winced backwards, carefully she crept through the dusty, halls. Finally approaching the branching, she could scrutinize the two toms, unnoticed. Overwhelmed by this strange feeling, she backed up. Retracing her steps, she counted all of her memories in her mind-her birth, then her kit-hood; a sudden death of all her family, betrayal of her inner feelings... What is this I am going through? Trembling, she lost control of herself once again: Diesel was now in a row of cats- neat, average sized and pretty, all off them were so cheerful and kind to each other... Everything seemed fine. And then there she was- an ugly, tall and disproportionate, evil molly... What was her purpose to this world? Only hurting and insulting, even that never happened? Diesel, she knew the truth: she knew now she was a two-faced traitor, with a non-existing self esteem that for now only remained as a floating, almost translucent orb in her very soul, it appears it doesn't exist now. Not anywhere to be found. Snapping out of this vision, she gargled something out- not very clear or understandable. Broadening her shoulders, Diesel murmured, her voice cracking, raspy and losing intonation: "I don't understand..." She murmured out, slowly dragging her body in the darkness of the tunnel...

[Fel]

Savina had lived her life as an alley cat. She wasn't ever the nicest cat, but she tried to respect others, to make sure she survived. If you made somebody hate you, you wouldn't get very far, would you? It would just get you killed young, with your blood on another cat's paws. She'd met... others along her way, and made friends with a clan cat, at this- she didn't have many friends, but she'd made her way through life without much happening to her, besides a few skirmishes over prey. ...Huh, a tunnel. Sounds like shelter from the cold, at least- that would be really nice, considering that I've already gotten a nasty cut on my paw. Glancing down at her leg, there was dried blood seeping into her fur, and she limped into the tunnels, her bright blue eyes filled with some sort of hope for her future. She'd grown up being teased, thrown out, made fun of- being a stray cat with no family, stuck scavenging for food her entire life. There would be no more of this, and she might be able to make some friends, meet someone who would change her life- Though I think I've already met them... She thought, remembering her run-in with Ratthroat in the garden by twolegplace. He was a clan-cat, but handsome nonetheless. "Hello?" She asked, walking through the twisted tunnels quietly and easily, not wondering what was going on. She smelled other cats, but not blood, besides the small drops of red from her own paw- and so it sounded safe, like she could walk around unharmed- besides, what bad could happen here? She regarded herself as having super-duper-absolute-level luck, having needed it to make her way through the slums and alleys of twolegplace when she was just a young cat.

[The Cannibal]

Hannibal was a Dusk Syndicate cat, he was born there and raised there right along with his sibling, but strangely enough, he seemed to wander sometimes. No boundaries held him and really, no cat ever dared to wonder where he had went, no cat ever really tried to follow him and see what he was up to because they feared for their lives. They knew what this cat was. All in all, he would end up returning to the Dusk Syndicate soon enough, but he had found this lovely network of tunnels, the smell of cats and the very stale scent of badger radiating from them. Very interesting that cats would choose to live in this network, but Hannibal never questioned it. He had introduced himself to the society and had decided to settle down here for a while. No cat really knew his intentions, who he was or what he did, they just accepted him. It's not like he was mean or rude or anything, but in fact he tended to be quite polite, he was just.. Creepy is all. His absolute lack of emotions is what put cats on edge, the fact that there was just no trace of anything what so ever. But enough of the back story.
Stretching out slightly in his nest, the dark grey tom opened his vibrant orange eyes to glance around the den he had situated himself in this time. No one else was in it, and that's why he chose it, he enjoyed being by himself rather than among the company of other cats. And that was respected. Slowly getting up, allowing himself to stretch, giving himself a few licks to spruce up his short-grey coat, the dark tom padded out of the den, approaching the sound of a fight, a verbal disagreement really, he smelled no blood and when he got closer, he saw no claws out. Immediately he took notice of the other cats that gathered. He had gotten to know these cats names from speaking to them. There was Diesel, and Amelia.. And he heard a voice, a new voice echoing through the tunnels, it appeared that another cat has stumbled upon the tunnels, Hannibal flicking his tail a bit. Some other cat could introduce her, he would not. Instead, he turned his head back to the two toms.

[Bram246]

Jungle was a loner.She didn't know her partner or if she had any siblings. Twolegs found her in a forest and kept her for a few months. She learned dog,bird, and a bit of human language as well in the cages. A Twoleg had adopted her to take home but Jungle escaped as the younger one tried to play with her. Ever since that day Jungle has been kind to any cat in need.
Jungle yawned lazily as her tortishell tail thumped on the cold tunnel rocks. She was lazy most of the time sleeping in her moss bed she made. Deep blue eyes stared at the other cats.

[oats]

((hey dude idk if you applied on the original site dude but this is a plot nd this thread is for that))
A twitch ran along the molly’s spine as she awoke with a start. Something was missing. Or rather, someone. Waking up with a start, Sappho looked about the damp, musty cavern. ‘Amelia?’ she called out, in a warbling mewl. It just didn’t feel right in a foreign territory, simply seated in solitude. Nothing felt right without Amelia, but she wasn't about to confess that. She was getting distracted. Now was no time to start getting all sentimental or whatever. She had a mate to find.
Rolling over, Sappho noted the lack of warmth was an obvious piece of evidence to solidify the idea of the fact that she was very, very alone. However, just to be sure, the thin grey she-cat whispered a hoarse whisper of ‘Where are you?’
No answer. She guessed that she would have to play it by ear. (Or scent, if you want to be particularly picky about it.) Finally hefting what little bulk she had off the ground, Sappho began to pad along the cavern floor. She knew there was something off about this cavern. It was too.. earthy. Way too fresh. Of course it was- she knew that, but still. It was almost as if there was new soil, dampened by rain, tears or blood.
Or maybe she was just, you know, overestimating what could be the case. Anyways. Sappho simply began padding on, letting out a dry, continuous rasp to hopefully calm herself down. Without Amelia at her side, these tunnels were practically a gauntlet. They simply her on edge, as if they served a macabre reminder of her kithood. Somewhat unfazed, she plodded on, tail drooping in-between her legs, and soon enough, the definite sound of other cats in the tunnel began to travel towards her. In a sharp change of pace, the she-cat began to race towards the sound, still calling her mate’s name.

[patroclus]

Amelia felt oddly exposed in the middle of the tunnel, waiting for a reply from the two. Her green eyes were still lined with concern, but uncertainly flickered within them. The she cat was never sure as to how she should carry herself around strangers. She was certain she looked awkward, but curiosity had forced the shy feline out of her corner of the world. Amelia’s ears twitched as she heard a faint echo behind her, though she wasn’t able to discern it very well. She wasn’t very concerned, since the tunnels were full of other cats and creatures. It was a bit early for them to be their usual bustling selves, but perhaps others had picked an interest in the new arrival as well. In fact, Amelia spotted Hannibal, a rather mysterious feline, lurking at the edge of the group. He never said much, but Amelia wasn’t deterred and could appreciate his shyness. However, she wasn’t sure if his shyness was the same as her own. She smiled timidly towards him in greeting before her attention was drawn to a voice emerging from the echoes. Sappho. Amelia blinked once as she heard rapid paw steps behind her and whirled around in time to see her mate emerge from the shadows. Quickly deciding Sappho wasn’t running for her life, Amelia smiled happily at her mate and padded quickly up to her. Amelia bumped her head beneath Sappho’s chin and dragged her flank across the other she’s chest before coming to a stop at her side. “Sappho! It’s alright.” The pale she murmured softly, her gaze resting on the two toms once again. Belatedly, Amelia noticed another she cat making her way into the tunnels. “Just new arrivals.” Amelia’s tail wrapped around Sappho’s and tugged it out from beneath the she cat’s quivering legs, her side pressed completely to her mate. Her green eyes tracked the suddenly busy tunnel, taking in the new comers nervously. She knew the tunnels were a place of peace, which was one of the reasons they had stayed so long, yet Amelia wasn’t used to things being so perfectly quiet all the time. The she cat drew back slightly so the two weren’t in the way, but she couldn’t help but peer forwards in an attempt to get a better look at the others without being too obvious. Though she doubted she succeeded.