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Post by Kit Harington on May 10, 2015 19:53:52 GMT
Hey, hey. Welcome to Meatball's Power House. Meatball does not take kindly to strangers, even less to hostiles. What? Who is Meatball? Nah, Thumbtack, you ain't ready to know about Meatball. All you need to know is that Meatball is the brains of this operation. What? Thumbtack, yer getting real out of line now. Stop asking questions, Meatball does not like too many questions. Sit yer furry tail down right here and wait fer Meatball to come to you. Don't touch anything, Thumbtack.
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Hey how ya doin? I figured that Meatball needed to get himself a gang yo. Now this is a gang in progress aiight? Meatball don't take well to outsiders. He needs some adjustin' time.
Actually hah this is my attempt at making a gang ok just work with me here.
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Leader-
Meatball [Me]
Second-
Atlas [Momo]
Gang-
Weasel [Me]
Axle [Momo]
Mazie [Momo]
Tara [Momo]
Comatose [Momo]
Combat [Momo]
Shiv [Me]
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on May 11, 2015 22:32:18 GMT
[ xD Foxeh... <3
That was awesome ~ ]
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Post by Kit Harington on May 11, 2015 22:37:39 GMT
i didn't really know how to make whats in my head go to the screen XD
but thank you momo<3
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on May 12, 2015 0:32:05 GMT
[ Psh. I'll be your second. Atlas. cx that's the best I got right now. ]
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Post by Kit Harington on May 12, 2015 0:34:27 GMT
ok this is an rp just fyi if that was confusing or not
you can have as many charries as youd like if youd like ^^
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Post by Kit Harington on May 12, 2015 0:35:50 GMT
i has to brb
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on May 12, 2015 1:05:24 GMT
[ Nope, I understand! cx
I will have Atlas and Axle(both male)
Mazie(female), Tara(female), and little Comatose(male) and Combat(male) ]
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Post by Kit Harington on May 12, 2015 1:13:50 GMT
okidoki :3
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on May 12, 2015 22:50:57 GMT
Atlas xx Axle;; A small smirk curled the corners of this tom's maw, bringing forth a sense of unease to those around him. The tom who trailed behind him was a younger version of himself, except his toes were pure white. The two black furred toms moved through the shadows that shrouded the alley, both set on returning to the rest of their gang. Meatball was sure to be in a piss-poor mood this afternoon, after all, a worthless she-cat had stolen some of their food last night. Luckily, Axle, the 5 moon old tom who looked twice his age due to an unnatural growth spurt, had a bag of food in his jaws. It was stale but this never bothered the gang before. "Come on, this crap is getting heavy!" the younger tom whined, his jaws aching from clamping too hard on the greasy paper sack. "Hush," his older brother scolded, flashing a pair of bright green eyes in his direction. Axle dipped his head in submission to Atlas, for not only was he the older brother, but he was also the second of their gang.
Mazie;; The perfect time to wash blood off your claws in never. Irritation flashed through her deep amber eyes as she contemplated the death of the cat who had forced the red substance upon her. It had been Tara of course. The strange she-cat had gotten in a bit of a scuffle and needed rescuing. Mazie was honestly unimpressed with Tara and often found herself hating the pretty blond furred she-cat. You see, Mazie was not one you'd consider above par by any standards. Her light tabby fur was anything but eye-catching and she was often to quiet to show much of her personality. That's one of the reasons she truly envied Tara. That and the fact that the pretty little face never had to worry about being used to produce kits. The beautiful ones were always treasured and usually went to high ranking toms, she on the other hand, was fair game for any idiotic tom from the streets. This is how the she-cat found herself in the early stages of pregnancy. She had killed the father out of anger but that couldn't take away the kits growing in her belly. Mazie let out a long, tired sigh. She could only wait and hope life miraculously got easier. Yeah right.
Tara;; Pretty, young, and deceptively delicate looking. This she-cat was quite the little spit fire. With her blond coat and doll blue eyes, she was truly a sight to see. Yet, she was rather vicious on the inside. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, as she watched Mazie think from one of the boxes the gang used for shelter. The dull she-cat had gotten in the way of her fun and Tara wasn't very pleased about that. Of course, she just washed her chest fur, pretending to be all grateful. This sly feline was always sweet to others, it was easier to manipulate that way. She'd been raised in this world, a world where you can trust no one but yourself. Mazie thought she had it tough but the naïve she-cat had no idea the terrors that were Tara's life. Not that she was complaining, all her experiences made her stronger. Letting out a snicker, the blond padded out into the central area of the alley the gang inhabited.
Comatose xx Combat;; Demonic red eyes watched the movement of the other cats, carefully picking their next prey. A flash of white, something sharp... fangs. Glee and desire pooled in those eyes, all four of them. Two silky dark gray paws appear from the shadows, followed by two white ones. The black claws were flexed on all four paws and again the teeth were bared. Bloodlust smoldered in their deadly gazes as their heads fell into the light. Identical faces, both dark gray with white tabby stripes on the cheeks and forehead. Soft pink noses brought out the deep, restless ruby shade of their eyes. Even their ears, colored a dark gray with the left ear tipped in white and the right ear tipped in black, were exactly the same. Their eyes had locked onto a struggling alley cat, getting too close to the gang for their liking. Matching grins plastered themselves on the faces of the two boys before they shot forward, claws sinking into the alley cat. He yowled in shock as the two tiny fluff-balls attacked him. Surprised how much their extremely little claws hurt. One of the kits even dug it's baby fangs into his coat. The ginger tom got irritated and tried to swat the little devils from him. That's what they were, devils. These two proudly called Satan, "Daddy."
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Post by Kit Harington on May 12, 2015 23:15:33 GMT
oh my gosh i love your charries omg omgo mg
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on May 12, 2015 23:18:40 GMT
[ Lol, thank you, Foxeh! -blushes- <3
Even my demon kittens that are like three inches tall... cx ]
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Post by Kit Harington on May 12, 2015 23:37:07 GMT
especially them <3333333333 x3
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on May 12, 2015 23:55:52 GMT
[ Yay! I luff them too! cx ]
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Post by Kit Harington on May 13, 2015 0:16:54 GMT
ok so my other charactre that i had forgotten about.... Shiv XD
so originally i was going to have her be... a bit.... intense... XD
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older and laid back but not so laid back?
but now im thinking that the little demons need a friend X3
idk what do you think?
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on May 13, 2015 2:10:29 GMT
[ She can try to befriend the evil ones... -chuckles- No one can really keep up with them but it would be interesting to see someone try... -curls up on thread- ]
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Post by Kit Harington on May 17, 2015 18:51:10 GMT
Weasel-
All an alley cat could ask for was a name that represented who she was. Little Weasel had gone almost a lifetime with no name, not knowing her family and not needing one and not having the bit of brains to give herself one--that was, until she had met Meatball. The rugged ginger had befriended the bone-thin she-cat, though befriended was a stretch... The red-furred tom solely tolerated the half-witted she-cat. She had learned quick under his wing, though the years of damage she had suffered could not be repaired.
Most saw her as a scary monster, The Cat with a Half of a Face they called her, though only a few have been able to actually look at her. It was not true, she had an entire face, the left half was just... Marred beyond repair. Because of her appearance, Weasel most often found herself slinking in the shadows. A revered thief, she was the best in the gang. Her title was often proven when day after day she returned with something to eat. Human food, food from other animals, whatever she brought, it was always something edible.
Today, though, she was not out searching for food like the rest of them. She was up in the rafters of the abandoned human den the gang called home, watching the cats down below, the few that were. One of the smallest, the one named Shiv, was one that had caught her eye. Of course, she would. The she-cat was the smallest of the group and was constantly causing trouble. More trouble than most. The small white kit always tried to prove herself, to anyone in hearing distance. Weasel smirked as she watched the small kit wait patiently by the entrance, no doubt waiting for the twins to return.
{{ Sorry I had no idea where to really start o3o }} |
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on May 17, 2015 23:50:15 GMT
Combat xx Comatose;; The large tom managed to break free of the tiny devils and scampered off, blood lingering in his pelt. Matching grins remained on both faces, glee in their eyes as they watched their prey scramble away. These kittens were the definition of tiny, almost like newborn kits with their fluffy fur and such. Each brother turned, in sync I might add, and padded toward the human den. Combat licked his lips in thirst, giggling when he tasted blood. Both squirmed through the entrance, their pelts scuffed up. Four red eyes fell upon the white furred she-kit they considered apart of their world. Not many could tell them apart, for there was absolutely no difference between them, but Shiv always seemed to know and that's why they first let her in. No one else could tell other than Meatball, who they adored in an odd kin-ly way. "Hey, doll," Combat greeted in his Southern drawl he got from being born in the south. Which is really rather odd, because when you listen to Comatose he speaks in a very faint German accent with a heavy lisp, resulting in him not talking very often. How he got his accent, the world will truly never know. |
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