Rosepaw's Prison OPEN

[poppy]

haha, not really a prison

This is open to cats who want to come to the window and talk to her!! She lives in an old house with a sick old woman who has like twenty other cats. She is a former TC cat (she's working on getting back there lol)

Open to loners, kittypets or maybe even some Clan cats that are like 'hey, ik you! '

[poppy]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

The screeched of fighting cats came from the Main Room, and Rosepaw winced. They must be fighting over the food again. Or maybe they were in the bathroom, looking for water. Call her selfish, but she had claimed the sink for herself. The cream furred molly had felt bad for taking the water source, but now she realized that, well, it didn't matter. They had the bathroom sink. The old Nofur was still in her bed, coughing, so they'd be fine. Staring out the window, she sighed softly. One day she was going to get out of here.

Good thing the bugs like the window, too. The moths and beetles had long since became her sole source of food, with the old Nofur forgetting to get more food. She distantly remembered her old home. ThunderClan. Did anyone notice she was gone?

No, if they did, they would have come for her by now.

[Madelaine]

Breadstick > Male[he/him]

Jumping out the first story window Breadstick was set on trying to make friends with the other cats around the neighborhood. His two-legs have started to trust him to leave the house as he has always came back. He loved his two-legs so much, especially the little girl he belonged to. Breadtsick padded around, seeing a cat in a window. Collar jingled as he ran over to them. He sat right outside. "Hi! My names Breadstick! Whats yours?", asked the eight moon old cat.

// @poppy.; \\

[poppy]

*＊✿❀ @Bliss. ❀✿＊*

The molly saw a tom much younger than her skip over, and she waved her tail in greeting. Giving a fierce look behind her to ensure no one was intruding, she smiled. "Nice to meet you! I'm Rosepaw!"

[Halfmoon]

Daisyshine sniffed. She had come here to find Rosepaw, but it was impossible to smell anything here. Then she spotted a young she-cat by a window, speaking with a tom. It was Rosepaw!
"Rosepaw!" She called quietly.