Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-39024013-20190607112231/@comment-35137341-20190609214746

Firefly Writings wrote: ((We will start now, but you can add a character whenever!))

Dova walked on the concrete floor with only the cold moon left to cast light. There weren't even stars to guide her in this foul place. It was so unatural, she had grown up under those lights, but they never shone here. Whenever she would look at the ominous sky, it would be  a constant reminder of the life she had lost. And now she had to take care of the cats that had escaped with her. A figure emerged from the swallowing shadows, it was Tin.

"Dova! I found you! Lets ditch these cats and we can run away together! I know how to survive here. I can teach you everything I know!"

Dova shook her head, "I'm sorry, I can't leave these cats. And I need you here."

Tin scoffed, "You have always been soft on other cats...I know a place where 'your' cats can be safe and you won't have to suffer what you are going through now, but I need something in return."

Dova hissed in fury, why must her sister be so selfish? "Forget it! I don't need you."

Tin turned around and smirked, "Oh yes you do. If humans don't catch you, the Iron Claws will."

"Iron Claws?"

"Iron Claws. Organized crime. You will learn about them later. The point is that you know nothing about how society here works, nothing about the social norms of strays. Nothing. And how do you intend to cross the Metal Rivers? You will need me."

"Fine, tonight you can have my rat, and when cats rotate between eating days, you will always have more than half of what I have. I'm willing to starve for these cats."

Tin smiled, "Excellent. The Greenplace is past the highest standing tower," her ears pointed to the largest skyscraper in the distance, "There you won't have to worry about anything. I suggest we leave before sunrise."

They agreed, and Tin trodded out of the alleyway and into the escapists camp, and took Dova's rat (It was her turn to eat) and savoured every minute, then he leaped on to a dumpster and settled. ''This isn't so bad. I've got it made here. Dova will provide me with anything I need. And I barley contributed to the group!''

Meanwhile, Dova entered the camp. She was going to nap until the early morning, but she needed something first. When she was in the pound, she had heard stories of strange cats who could...heal other cats. With plants. She needed to know if this was true and if it was, she needed these cats by her side.

"Gray! Alia! Moon! I need to talk with you!" (I'm latelatelatelate DDD:)

Alia had been lost in her thoughts for awhile, her mind gyrating in the same spiral. Over and over and over, like a demented broken toy, cursed to repeat forever. Her father's eyes, that peculiar shade of turquoise that Alia shared, but with a vivid glint thrown in. Their family was used to living within barriers, they'd been the oldest shelter family. And none of them had ever had a desire to leave.

And Alia fell back into another reverie...

"Alia! ALIA! No, no, no! How many times do I have to tell you? The door is bad. It leads to a bad place. And you are not going anywhere near it again."​​​​

''The bigger sable-coated cat scooped the younger one up gently. "I'm your father. Father knows what's best," he said.''

"Don't end up like your mother. She wasn't a good girl."

A pause.

"But you are...right?"

Something snapped her out. A voice, calling her name. Just like her father had. "Alia!"

She scampered over to the cat calling her name. "Yes?"

I'm a good girl.

Right?