Please, don't mess with me. You'll regret it. (Open)

[яυє {Very Inactive!}]

OOC: So, this is an advanced RP, and I'm gonna be putting down a minimum word post. 100 words, which is not hard to do. Have fun!

Drake woke up with the sun, as he always did. He groaned gently, rolled over on the ground, and got to his paws. He flexed his unnaturally long black claws, then bent his head side to side, popping the bones inside of it. The muscular, dark tabby stepped into the grey light of the dawn. He blinked wearily in the sunlight, his icy blue eyes reflecting the rays of sun.

His stomach growled, and Drake was reminded of the party the upwalkers had had last night. There were fireworks, and food, and other cats. Cats he'd never met before. He closed his eyes and locked his lips, picturing the greasy pack of fries he'd eaten. It had been slathered in ketchup, and was still hot. Drake had loved it with his every fiber. His stomach growled again. He groaned, pulling himself away from the beautiful picture. He had to find food.

The tabby stalked through the trash heaps, searching for food. He was one of the first cats up, so he usually got the best pickings. He just had to look out for the guard dogs. All the smells were mixed into one, awful stink, that most cats would find unbearable. Drake actually liked it, though it made it impossible to pick out smells among the garbage. There! He trotted eagerly over to a small sausage that had been left out. It was slightly moldy on the end, but that was okay for Drake. He crouched and started wolfing it down, eyeing the dump with a watchful gaze.

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Another tom watched him with crocodile eyes. He was muscular and handsome. He had greyish brown fur with black stripes. he looked like a tiger but was much smaller. He jumped down from the fence of the junkyard, his sleek fur rippling over his large muscles. He watched him from afar. He had unsheathed claws, they were long and as sharp as knives. he twitched his ears and screwed up his nose at the horrible smell. He wore a dark blue velvet collar that was snug around his neck. he had a white muzzle with black spots where his whiskers were. His whiskers were black tipped with white.

[Chitter~ Inactive till 11th]

'I'll sing you a song of the long ago-
Seven shine the shiners, oh!
What did the seven do way back when?
Why, they wove the Charter then!
Five for the warp, from beginning to end.
Two for the woof, to make and to mend.
That's the Seven, but what of the Nine-'

. The junkyard was a temporary refuge.

Mogget didn't even like it all that much.

But he was tired enough to stop here for the day. He didn't dare stay in this town for more than a day, though. This was his birth town, and his large family was bound to be about. He knew only one of his elder siblings was a loner, but had never happened to meet him before. His parents and other siblings were kitty-pets, and wouldn't leave their home for one simple reason, and it was his fault.

Many moons ago it seemed, he and his eldest litter mate, a she-cat named Ranna, left to explore the city, and Ranna was killed by a monster. His family hated him for it. As a reminder, her wore her red collar around his neck.

Mogget's green eyes flashed dangerously as he trod over two-leg trash, bags and furniture, forcing his history to the back of his mind. It was too painful. The mask was up. He wasn't Yrael anymore; only Mogget, the loner.

A hungry loner, that is.

Before an all day nap, he required a meal.

He raised his nose to the piles hungrily, his mouth opening slightly as he took in the many scents. It was difficult to distinguish trash from good- the rotting smell did all it could to cover the decent meals that lay hidden.

Mogget sniffed his way around a hill, stopped abruptly as both cat and food enter his nostrils. His clean white fur fluffed gently in alarm, but his mind gently told him to calm down. His sane side often did that. He liked to think it was Ranna's spirit keeping him sane, but he had no proof to that.

Scenting again, the pure white tom noticed the smell of sausage- the tabby tom must have been eating it.

Another cats scent invaded his nostrils. It was another cat. But he was too busy with this one. Not busy, per say, but preoccupied.

He contemplated turning around or talking. He was feeling particularly "friendly" today, so he chose the latter.

"Mmph, sausage." Mogget mumbled with a yawn, "Not much of a fan myself." .

'What of the Two that chose not to shine?
The Eighth did hide, hide all away,
But the Seven caught him and made him pay.
The Ninth was strong and fought with might,
But lone Orannis was put out of the light,
Broken in two and buried under hill,
Forever to lie there, wishing us ill.'

[Te Predicabo]

A she-cat padded towards the junkyark. She didn't care if she was seen. Padding closer to one of the heaps, she saw some toms conversing as her one blue and one green eye looked over at them, with calmness. Her body gave no sign of fear.

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A black she-cat jumped through an open window of the twoleg house. She tasted the air. She could smell meat and fries. She smiled. Ahhh...fries. Her favorite food. She remember the pack of fries that she had gulped down yesterday. There was a twoleg party. There were other cats. There were fireworks. But best of all,there was food. Cake,sausge,fries,burgers,hotdogs,ice cream,you name it. She padded softly over to the pantry. Closed door? No probelm. She knew how to open doors. She jumped up and pulled the handle down while kicking the door with her hind feet. The door opened a small crack and she slipped inside. She could see the contents of the pantry now. Chips,ramen noodles,bread,candy,crackers,cans of vegatables and fruit. She leaped onto a shelf and grabbed a bag of BBQ chips then went out of the pantry. She ran to the window and jumped out of it. The she-cat started walking to her den. On the way there she smelled other cats. And a sausge. Curious,she padded over to see two toms and a she-cat. Her sea green eyes looked around.

[Chitter~ Inactive till 11th]

The amount of cats arriving was a bit too overwhelming for Mogget, and his ears slowly began to lower to his head. His green eyes narrowed as he surveyed the many cats. Five was just a crowd- especially since most of them were most likely deadly loners... or somewhere near that.

His attention was suddenly caught by a bag of chips hanging from one of the she-cat's mouths. Barbecue. Now those he liked. Maybe he could pull his charms on her a get some food out of it?

"Hmm, they're not even open." He murmured as he turned to the she-cat. His green eyes flashed uneasily, "You stole those from two-legs?"

[Lightningfox~Inactive]

The she-cat dropped the bag of chips and putted a white paw on it. "Yes. I did. And you are?"she mewed. She looked at the white tom. He looks like a kittypet. No,an anbandonded kittypet. Red collar. He seems hungry but if he is he should get his own food. But it couldn't hurt to share some....after all she could always get more.

[Chitter~ Inactive till 11th]

"Mogget." The white tom mumbled, still unsure of the she-cat. Loners didn't steal from two-legs much, unless from their garbage, and she sure didn't look like a kittypet..

"Former kittypet." He mentioned with a tingle of his collar and bell, "But that was many moons ago. Just looking for something to snack on."

His pride got the better of him, so he turned with a sniff and continued to look for anything edible.

[Lightningfox~Inactive]

"I'm Alaska."the she-cat replied. Then she watched Mogget look for food. "You want some?"she asked pushing the bag forward a bit with her paw and slashing it open with the other.

[яυє {Very Inactive!}]

Okay, so I will be locking this thread for two reasons: one, It's going inactive, and two, people aren't following the hundred word limit. BUT I will be opening another thread with Drake of anyone wants to rp with him.