Post by +CinnamonPelt+ on Dec 26, 2008 19:21:55 GMT -6
A group of rogues live and hunt in an area of forest that consists of tall pines, sycamore, and silver birch trees. A few old trees have fallen down, and the rogues have made thier nests beneath them, it is relatively dry and warm, but very shadowed, like there's some kind of evil lurking around these parts. The ground is soft and after rain, slimy underpaw. Around the nesting areas the ground is mainly sand, and may cats like to sand bath here. Prey is not disposed of properly, and small and large bones alike lay scattered across the clearing.
Quincy rolled around in the dust before stretching out to full length, the clouds and shadows gave the illusion of his dark fur to be even darker, and his figure bigger. He stood up and trotted over to Sheeba, shaking off the dust and dirt from his fur. 'Don't you agree, we should get out of here' He grumbled. 'I haven't tasted fresh mouse in ages!' He complained, and flicked an old bone towards another rogue, who simple snorted and rolled over. Quincy growled and looked around him, before sheeba's voice calmed him. 'This is our home, Quincy, unless you want to live by yourself, its what you live like. Friends or alone, your choice sweety' She said, with a flick of her tail, she turned around and padded out into the trees. 'Hey!' He yowled,, and chased after her. 'Where are you going!?' He quizzed, eying her closely. 'I am going to hunt!' She said plainly, and bounded off into the trees. Quincy whipped around in frustration and headed over to the rest of the rogues, who were looking at him with smirks and quizzical expressions. Quincy bared his teeth and raked his razor sharp claws down a tree, before turning his back on the rogues, and curling up. 'Ws'a matter stinky? girlfriend gone and left ya?' Quincy spun his head around and bared his teeth; 'She is NOT my girlfriend!' He spat, and searched the crowd for who said it.
(Yeah, I Rp'd with two of my own cats.. that allowed?)
Quincy rolled around in the dust before stretching out to full length, the clouds and shadows gave the illusion of his dark fur to be even darker, and his figure bigger. He stood up and trotted over to Sheeba, shaking off the dust and dirt from his fur. 'Don't you agree, we should get out of here' He grumbled. 'I haven't tasted fresh mouse in ages!' He complained, and flicked an old bone towards another rogue, who simple snorted and rolled over. Quincy growled and looked around him, before sheeba's voice calmed him. 'This is our home, Quincy, unless you want to live by yourself, its what you live like. Friends or alone, your choice sweety' She said, with a flick of her tail, she turned around and padded out into the trees. 'Hey!' He yowled,, and chased after her. 'Where are you going!?' He quizzed, eying her closely. 'I am going to hunt!' She said plainly, and bounded off into the trees. Quincy whipped around in frustration and headed over to the rest of the rogues, who were looking at him with smirks and quizzical expressions. Quincy bared his teeth and raked his razor sharp claws down a tree, before turning his back on the rogues, and curling up. 'Ws'a matter stinky? girlfriend gone and left ya?' Quincy spun his head around and bared his teeth; 'She is NOT my girlfriend!' He spat, and searched the crowd for who said it.
(Yeah, I Rp'd with two of my own cats.. that allowed?)
