The Cats of Magnolia Avenue

[pomegranate]

Originally Posted by Silentshade

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you, I find it to be rather draining, scratching and clawing? Who needs that when they can just take food?" Pip said cheekily. oh how he loved to get reactions like this molly's! "So, I'm Pip, who are you?" he asked, "Or am I allowed to even address you?" He laughed at his own personal joke. Shoulders still loose, tail still.. he was the picture of calm. Minus his eyes, they flickered and watched everything, ready to leave at a moments notice. He may be reckless, but even Pip knew where and when he was not wanted

Puff whipped around to see Pip. She flicked her tail, her eyes narrowing. “What do you want?” She seemed to ask, as her ears flattened. “Pip.” She meowed coolly, her voice slick as she smoothed down her fur. “Hello.” Puff wanted nothing more than to bat his ears. She managed to keep an aura of calm, for the most part.

[Bracken12]

Originally Posted by Silver Fishie

Puff whipped around to see Pip. She flicked her tail, her eyes narrowing. “What do you want?” She seemed to ask, as her ears flattened. “Pip.” She meowed coolly, her voice slick as she smoothed down her fur. “Hello.” Puff wanted nothing more than to bat his ears. She managed to keep an aura of calm, for the most part.

"Puff! So nice to see you this fine day! How have you been as of late? Any... mishaps?" Pip purred. His eyes seemed to search Puff, looking for any cracks, things he would get a reaction out of. That's what he did, pry and grind down until the cat of his choice would crack. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Am I being... meddlesome?" he cooed, faking an apologetic glance. The concerned frown shifted to a snarky grin, and he waited for the molly to answer.

[Pluto]

Originally Posted by Silentshade

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you, I find it to be rather draining, scratching and clawing? Who needs that when they can just take food?" Pip said cheekily. oh how he loved to get reactions like this molly's! "So, I'm Pip, who are you?" he asked, "Or am I allowed to even address you?" He laughed at his own personal joke. Shoulders still loose, tail still.. he was the picture of calm. Minus his eyes, they flickered and watched everything, ready to leave at a moments notice. He may be reckless, but even Pip knew where and when he was not wanted

"Calypso." She said, a hint of growl edging her suspicious tone. She managed to make herself relax with a sigh. "Why are you here, um, Pip?" Calypso asked, with a curious tilt of her head. She saw his vile aura and scooted closer to Puff, whispering in her ear so only she could hear, "I don't like him."

[Bracken12]

Originally Posted by Ombre Party

"Calypso." She said, a hint of growl edging her suspicious tone. She managed to make herself relax with a sigh. "Why are you here, um, Pip?" Calypso asked, with a curious tilt of her head. She saw his vile aura and scooted closer to Puff, whispering in her ear so only she could hear, "I don't like him."

"Calypso, beautiful name," Pip said admirably. "Why am I here? Same as you, living, is that such a crime?" he asked smoothly. Narrowing his eyes as Calypso moved closer to Puff, he let out a small unsatisfied growl. Why did cats bother trying to get on Puff's good side? It would only be a matter of time for some cat grew bold enough, or stupid enough, to steal her food. Pip, he was not the least bit bothered by that, in fact, he was waiting to see who it was. The chaos of the stir up in the ranking would be oh so hilarious to witness. Pip strained his ears to hear what the molly was whispering, but could only catch the faintest of noise, hardly worth trying to figure out what it said. He sat, and lifted one sleek paw, and egan to wash his face neatly, smoothing the fur.

[pomegranate]

Originally Posted by Ombre Party

"Calypso." She said, a hint of growl edging her suspicious tone. She managed to make herself relax with a sigh. "Why are you here, um, Pip?" Calypso asked, with a curious tilt of her head. She saw his vile aura and scooted closer to Puff, whispering in her ear so only she could hear, "I don't like him."

Puff nodded slightly, murmuring back: “I agree. Too...” she trailed off to glare at Pip, her words being decided by Calypso’s imagination.

[Pluto]

Originally Posted by Silentshade

"Calypso, beautiful name," Pip said admirably. "Why am I here? Same as you, living, is that such a crime?" he asked smoothly. Narrowing his eyes as Calypso moved closer to Puff, he let out a small unsatisfied growl. Why did cats bother trying to get on Puff's good side? It would only be a matter of time for some cat grew bold enough, or stupid enough, to steal her food. Pip, he was not the least bit bothered by that, in fact, he was waiting to see who it was. The chaos of the stir up in the ranking would be oh so hilarious to witness. Pip strained his ears to hear what the molly was whispering, but could only catch the faintest of noise, hardly worth trying to figure out what it said. He sat, and lifted one sleek paw, and egan to wash his face neatly, smoothing the fur.

Originally Posted by Silver Fishie

Puff nodded slightly, murmuring back: “I agree. Too...” she trailed off to glare at Pip, her words being decided by Calypso’s imagination.

Calypso looked at him, her eyes only showing her confusion. "I can see that you're living is more than just a friendly peaceful life. I can see you wish more harm then good here." She snapped, her features turning anger. Calypso looked at Puff, hoping she would do something helpful to smooth things out or at least urge this menacing tom away.

[pomegranate]

Originally Posted by Ombre Party

Calypso looked at him, her eyes only showing her confusion. "I can see that you're living is more than just a friendly peaceful life. I can see you wish more harm then good here." She snapped, her features turning anger. Calypso looked at Puff, hoping she would do something helpful to smooth things out or at least urge this menacing tom away.

Puff tossed her head airily at Pip, who was now grooming himself. Ridiculous tom. He was getting bold, or just cunning, she wasn’t sure. If he ever tried to take her place, she would fight him for it if it came to that. “Pip.” She purred coolly. “Why don’t you scurry and and go eat some crowfood? It would make your mouth just a bit nastier, wouldn’t it?” She asked, her eyes level with his, trying to remain calm. She would not crack, not to this cat. Puff soon made her face look rather bored, it was a trick she often used. It normally unsettled cats to know that their insults weren’t working, but she didn’t know if they would work on Pip just yet. She yawned quietly, then stood up straight. Pip was hard to figure out. She looked at Calypso, her eyes flickering for a moment. She then decided to lay down softly on the sidewalk, closing her eyes to make sure Pip knew she could be disinterested too.

@Silentshade

[Dark Queen]

Originally Posted by Silver Fishie

(So, I recently read “The Cats of Roxville Station” by Jean Craighead George, and I thought that kind of topic was cool!)

Puff
Puff is a calico tortoiseshell shecat. He fur base coat is a deep brown, with an oaky and rowan tinge That is only noticed when looked upon closely. Her face is tapered to a sligh wedge, her face soft and dainty. Her head is split in half, a result of her chimera genes. One half is a light ginger tabby cat, while the other side is a dark mess of ginger and brown and black splotches. Her ears are large and have nicks in them, but her whiskers are still intact and long, graceful, hues of white. Her eyes are amber in her left, with rays of sunset gold and flecks of lime green near the iris. Her pupils are a dark yellow, ochre. Her right eye is blue, a deep blue of oceans. The color fades to an ice blue near the rims, with spots of green. Her nose is coal black, and her teeth are long and a bit yellowed. Her body is a scramble of colors, but her front right paw is pure orange tabby, a sandy color, and her left back paw is pure black, blacker than night. Her tail is also mottled, but has three rings of sandy orange near the tip.
Her attitude is mainly kind, but more of tolerant. She has a set territory, and she doesn’t like cats of any type, close to her or not, near her nest. They touch her belongings, they’re dead. While wary, she is normally welcoming and kind to visitors, who are passing through. Don’t expect to be allowed to stay. She isn’t very trusting, or trustworthy, because if you put your life in her paws, she would most likely drop it. In a pool of acid. Being eaten by a bear. Who was being eaten by a lion. Who then fell into a ravine. Who then- what am I saying? You get the picture. Her face is kind, and her body is small, but she has managed to pack in a lot of power into those tiny claws, and she rules her own little kingdom, called Magnolia Ave.

Magnolia Avenue
Magnolia avenue is known for its bright and blossoming cherry trees in the spring. The red branches and delicate flowers are pink and cheery. Among those trees, there are sky high oaks and evergreens, perfect for hiding and climbing. Houses line the paved road, all neat and orderly.
The people:
Magnolia Ave, 815, yellow house. This is where the ‘cat lady’ lives. She sets out opened cans of food every morning, for the strays who come and go every once and awhile. The kind, weathered widow has a large front porch with a lazy swing (Puff’s suntime napping spot) and a large garden out back. The garden has many plants, the best plant being a large rosebuds here out back, perfect for dozing off in.
Magnolia Ave, 816, old brown house. This house is abandoned, and most cats stay away from there as it is extremely cold and ‘haunted’.
Magnolia Ave, 817, gray house. It has a small young couple, a girl and a boy, who are always seen with their two year old boy, Jon. (Jonny) They are very kind to the strays, but the female twoleg is highly allergic, so whenever she is around the felines are sure to watch out for a shout or kick from a scared human.
Magnolia Ave, 818, this is the loud house. Cats stay away, as this old weathered couple has five kids, Angelica (17), Smith (15), Robby (12), Georgia (9), and Crystal (3). The loud teens are constantly chasing the cats, and Georgia and Crystal keep pulling their tails. Stay away. Not much else is known on that house, as felines rarely go near. The family is known as the Dover’s.
Magnolia Ave, 819, park. This is the park, with brightly colored swing sets and slides. This place is constantly filled with laughter and basketball games, and DUMPSTERS. This is where the cats get their main supply of food, rooting through the salvageable scraps of meat, and the occasional hamburger.
Magnolia Ave, 820, Empty lot. This is a small place, ringed by old pines and a small koi pond where some fish still swim. The house was leveled last year, planes to build a new house canceled after the demolition. Small things still remain, but this is where the cats dwell.

Roleplay Stuff and Rules
•Basically, Puff is top dog. (Queenella, if you read the Cats of Roxville Station.) She is first in command, but according to this Roleplay the ranks are not set.
•You can move up the ranks by simply stealing a higher ranking cat’s dinner, therefore besting them. So, there is no leader.
•Follow all WCO rules.
•This isn’t a clan, so there aren’t any ‘healers’ or ‘deputies’. There is the top cat, the lowest cat, and the cats in between.
•Do not constantly move ranks! If you want to challenge another cat for their position, please arrange it with the higher ranking cat’s roleplayer first to make sure you aren’t doing anything against them.
•No cat is expected to take care of others. All cats here are strays, and no one is expected to take any measures to make sure another feline is well cared for.
•Put Cats of Roxville in Code section if you read all of this. No cat is attacking, EVER. If you want to challenge another cat, set up a hunting challenge or whatever. Do NOT HARM ANOTHER PLAYER’S CAT. While you’re not expected to look out for one another, the strays are still a group!
•No ranks are set yet! Kind of make a cat, and the ranks will slowly mold around which cat is top and which is bottom!
Does this all make sense? It will if you at least read a summary of the book...

HOW TO CHANGE RANKS:
•Battle against them (higher ranking cat) in hunting
•Steal their food
•Battle off by “fighting stances” (Act tough and first to back down loses)
•Chase them out of their nest (Most cats have a designated nest, so the dens will become apparent through Roleplay.)
•Deprive them of one of the necessities (Food, water, shelter, potential mates, etc.)

BEFORE YOU POST!
•Fill out this form!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
Have you read the book?:

And then you can post.
I don’t ‘accept’ anyone, this is free to join and I just want you to fill that out so we know what your cat is like!

((I’ll start))

Name: Puff
Age: Around 20 Moons
Gender: Female
Appearance: Listed Above
Personality: Listed Above
Other: N/A
Have you read the book?: Yes

Puff woke up, her tail spiked up with morning dew from the rose bush. She had slept here last night, after a terrifying scare of the Dover children. Little Georgia and Robby had cornered her, but not before Puff had managed to deliver a few nasty blows to their pale wrists. She had hissed at them, spit, and growled, but she wound up hightailing away in fear. She ran to the widow’s house, scampering in the backyard, and cowering down in the bush until daylight. Nothing scared Puff, expect rowdy twoleg kits. She arose, leaping gracefully down from the branches before stretching and yawning loudly, the milky sun just creeping over the fence nearby. Already the neighborhood was murmuring with sounds, and Puff purred gladly.
@Broken Madness @Fuzzyfeline @Blueberry @Boba Fett
(You guys may not be interested but I thought you guys would most likely be.)

Name: Saint
Age: 17 moons
Gender: male
Appearance: he has a dark brown base coat. On his legs and paws it fades into a lighter brown. There's light brown Tufts on his neck and chest. There's some darker brown around his tail. He has puffy fur. His whiskers are long and white. There's some light brown on the tip of his ears. Saints eyes stand out. One is a bright yellow, specks of amber and green in it. The right one is bright green with specks of blue and yellow in it.
Personality: alert | deep | emotional | confusing | Happy one minute then creepy | foolish
Other: nope
Have you read the book?: No

Saint sat in the patch of grass, his different colored eyes staring at the ground. He wasn't paying attention to anything. Usually he would do this.

[Pluto]

Originally Posted by Silver Fishie

Puff tossed her head airily at Pip, who was now grooming himself. Ridiculous tom. He was getting bold, or just cunning, she wasn’t sure. If he ever tried to take her place, she would fight him for it if it came to that. “Pip.” She purred coolly. “Why don’t you scurry and and go eat some crowfood? It would make your mouth just a bit nastier, wouldn’t it?” She asked, her eyes level with his, trying to remain calm. She would not crack, not to this cat. Puff soon made her face look rather bored, it was a trick she often used. It normally unsettled cats to know that their insults weren’t working, but she didn’t know if they would work on Pip just yet. She yawned quietly, then stood up straight. Pip was hard to figure out. She looked at Calypso, her eyes flickering for a moment. She then decided to lay down softly on the sidewalk, closing her eyes to make sure Pip knew she could be disinterested too.

@Silentshade

Calypso studied Puff's unusually behavior, then realized what she was doing. She yawned and decided to help sell the idea that they did not care like Pip. She began to groom her fur, letting everything else drown out as she flicked her tail with boredom.

[pomegranate]

Originally Posted by Dark Queen

Name: Saint
Age: 17 moons
Gender: male
Appearance: he has a dark brown base coat. On his legs and paws it fades into a lighter brown. There's light brown Tufts on his neck and chest. There's some darker brown around his tail. He has puffy fur. His whiskers are long and white. There's some light brown on the tip of his ears. Saints eyes stand out. One is a bright yellow, specks of amber and green in it. The right one is bright green with specks of blue and yellow in it.
Personality: alert | deep | emotional | confusing | Happy one minute then creepy | foolish
Other: nope
Have you read the book?: No

Saint sat in the patch of grass, his different colored eyes staring at the ground. He wasn't paying attention to anything. Usually he would do this.

Originally Posted by Ombre Party

Calypso studied Puff's unusually behavior, then realized what she was doing. She yawned and decided to help sell the idea that they did not care like Pip. She began to groom her fur, letting everything else drown out as she flicked her tail with boredom.

Puff purred as Calypso got the message. She continued the act, before growing bored. For real. Her back stiffened as she smelled a tom, and she casually turned her head, her eyes scanning the street around her. She soon arose and stretched, her tail shaking. She dipped her head to Pip in farewell, but briskly to remind him the exit-farewell was not of regret to stay away. She turned and saw Saint, a tom, across the road. She quietly decided what to do.