Fandom Cats of the Streets

[DemonKitten]

On the streets of Italy reside many cats. They can be seen, their skinny bodies, scrounging for food and killing their own kind just to make it through the day. There is order, but it is under the claw of a barbarian styled rule where the strongest are the only ones to survive.


The streets are becoming even more dangerous since dogs have been let loose to kill the cats in the city as if they were rats. There is hope, though. A young street cat has seen the starry pelts of old cats that tell him of a place beyond the city walls and that he must take with him a group of cats willing to learn a new way. Yet, he is very young and who would be willing to listen to a kit speak about the stars?


If he doesn’t get them to go, the stars have told him that the dogs will grow and the cats will vanish until the only meow you here are those locked behind glass skies.

We are Starting

I shall make the first post soon. The posting order will be made by the order that the first people manage to make their post. Since we will soon be all together, we shall keep post order. Any cats made after my first post shall be cats outside of the city that we run into.

 

[DemonKitten]

Lunar


His breathing was slow and steady as he rested underneath one of the many bridges of the city. His black pelt rose and fell as his ears twitched ever so slightly. What ever he was dreaming must of been exciting as his feet started to race forward with out ever moving an inch.


*Enter Dream*


"Wait!" Lunar called as he chased after the familiar figure across the shimmering grass. His paws flew up star-dust as he tried to pick up speed in order to catch the larger cat that appeared an awful lot like his mother.


"Please don't go!" he cried out, but she was soon beyond his reach as he started to slow down.


"Please don't go..." his voice got lower as he finally came to a stop next to what appeared to be a wall of water that poured down upon the waking lands.


"Lunar," A voice called, sweet and beckoning, but it wasn't that of his mother. Looking up he noticed a fluffy, silver she-cat with stars lingering in her pelt, yet, she was not familiar to him.


"How do you know my name?" He asked as he had never encountered her in the streets and she looked as if she had lived many moons ago.


"My name is Featherpelt and I know all of the street cats by name, because many of them are my family that has long since forgotten me," she meowed to him, her voice slightly pained by the thought.


"But you, my dear Lunar, have managed to keep us all alive here," Looking around, Lunar watched as many stars formed cats of all different shimmering colors.


"You see, at one time, many of these cats use to live outside the streets hunting together and living as one, but tragedy struck and most gave up on that life as they ran for shelter in the city," Featherpelt started to inform the young tom whose eyes were filled with wonder.


"The city was wonderful, though, and for hundreds of moons a thought of ever leaving never occurred," Her blue eyes sparkled with despair as she thought of all the cats that had recently joined the stars.


"But now you want us to leave..." Lunar said without a need to question if he was right. He always knew that he would leave the city.


"It isn't as simple as you just leaving. You must find others some that hold your sight, some that do not fear life, and those willing to leave all they love behind," the she-cat instructed him.


"But how am I to convince cats much older than me that they must go?" Featherpelt rested her tail on his shoulder.


"Do not worry. These cats are all destined. They will be ready, even if it is last minute," the she-cat started to fade, but stopped.


"If they do not," her eyes got cloudy as the peaceful scene around them changed to something dark and foreboding.


"The Dogs will grow," Lunar looked around to see larger dogs in what looked like packs hunting the cats in every street corner, under every bridge.


"Cats will vanish," he watched as his sister disappeared as well as many cats that he knew left with only red stains where they were last at.


"And those that live will reside behind the looking glass," she meowed as she gave him one last look of terror as the scene showed a pile of dead cat bodies being thrown into a fire.


Lunar's breath spiked and he started to choke on the flames as he screamed for help only to be prodded in the side.


"Lunar!" Luna called as she gazed at her brother's wide expression.


"Are you okay?" the white she-cat asked with concern as she checked his temperature.


"We need to leave now!" he demanded, before Leaving Luna alone under the bridge.

Luna


Silent as the morning before the sun had managed to rise and as balanced as a rock on a flat surface, Luna approached her prey, a stray pigeon that was up early to catch the worm. Too bad for it, Luna was up early to catch the bird. Getting close to the ground, but only hovering above it to where her belly fur just grazed the ground. Preparing for her leap, Luna pushed off as the bird turned towards her. Unable to actually escape, Luna gripped it's wings with her claws as she cracked it's neck with her teeth.


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"This will have to do," Luna meowed as she dragged the large, fat pigeon towards the roof tops. She was a little bit a ways from the the bridge in which she and her brother usually slept and she had to make it back before the sun rose above the city line.


Leaping upon a nearby trash can, and up a quick fire escape, the white she-cat darted across the roof tops towards where her brother awaited her. Keeping her eyes focused on her footing, Luna leaps across one roof top to another with the pigeon banging against them probably waking up a few twolegs along the way. It was a sort of pleasure to her knowing she was disturbing their pleasant rest as they were keen on disturbing her actual life.


Finally, the bridge that they rested under came into view and she leaps down the fire escape and onto the ground. Luna jumped down instead of taking the stairs and looked for her brother's sleeping body. The sun was rising, but she had made it before he had stirred. It was a custom of Luna's to make it back before he awoke since Lunar would sneak away to unknown places and Luna would spend the rest of the day trying to find him.


Jabbing her brother's black pelt with her stark white paw, she attempted to wake him up. Lunar was a rather deep sleeper as he sort of lived in his dreams then in actual reality.


"Lunar," she called to him.


"I have food," she tried to beckon him awake with the pigeon. which was slightly beat up from the banging.


"Lunar..." Her patience was drawing thin as she saw him twitch and his breath get a little faster and causing her to panic.


"LUNAR!" she yowled at him as his eyes shot open with a frightened and confused expression.


"Are you okay?" she asked him as she examined him closely.


"We need to leave now!" He demanded of Luna who was quite shocked and so much so to speak before he darted off.


"What?" she growled slightly as she grabbed her pigeon and trailed after him.


"Stupid Furball and his dreams," Luna muttered taking the stairs this time.


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[Clover of Moonlight]

CLOVER

It was only a matter of time before Clover decided that she was completely alone. With no help and all, and no one to really talk to, without getting screamed at, she was indeed...alone.


The only things she really saw anymore were those young, terrifying two-leg minors that chased her down the street every now and then.


Clover was starving.

She had only been eating the mice she had managed to snag in her mouth... You know, the ones that scampered down the street every now and then.


Her current setting is under the dock by the bay. She is alone, on the opposite side of the city from Luna and Lunar.

Clover had no current actions. No current plan on what she was going to do next. Even the prey she had been surviving on stopped showing up. She figured this was how her siblings were going to, or have already, ended.

This was it. This was the end. She fled from home, because some stupid canines pillaged her forest for prey, and now she would slowly and painfully starve to death.

It was cold, and the sea breeze blew through her fur like needles, penetrating her skin and causing her to quiver.

This was the end of her, and all she could do is sit and wait for her time to come... For the time of her inevitable and unavoidable doom.

Clover just... laid down and took a passing turn.
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