Fantasy Feral V.S Domesticated..

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[Tasteless]

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  Name : Silver Fang
  
  
  Age : 48 moons / / 4 Years
  
  
  Gender : Male / / Tom
  
  
  Group : Feral
  
  
  Crush : Not Applicable
  
  
  Mate : Not Applicable
  
  
  Offspring : Not Applicable
  
  
  Defining Markings : His silver pelt with black markings. / / His amber eyes. / / Abnormally long fangs.
  
  
  
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  Silver Fang is less than polite. He is head-strong and dislikes any feline attempting to prove him incorrect or attempting to dominate him. He will viciously defend himself in means of protecting his rank even if it means the death of another. He refuses to force his clan to suffer through the difficult life as forest cats and has since moved them into the city, yet the felines already living in the city didn't find that too appealing. Silver Fang has proved himself to be a vicious and hateful opponent, yet he refuses to allow his clan to die due to the difficult forest life. He cares little for any random feline's life and is known for his intense fighting skills. Silver Fang is merciless, and uses his brute strength to overthrow and destroy any feline in his path, and his loyal clan does the same.
  
  
  
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  Silver Fang was born into a clan of cats, his father was the beloved leader, and his mother was just some average she-cat that got lucky. When Silver Fang was born, he was immediately admired for his beautiful pelt, his fierce eyes, and his large size. He was raised by his father's side, and he was trained specially by the tom. As Silver Fang grew, he became more skilled and quicker on his large paws, he quickly climbed in ranks of the clan. Once he was two years old, his father was becoming old, gray in the muzzle. His father gladly passed down his rank to his worthy son, and Silver Fang gladly stepped up. He was an amazing leader, until one night..
  
  
  One night Silver Fang was awoken by the screeching of his subordinates, he rushed out of his den to see the camp was engulfed in flames. he quickly began spitting orders, watching the able members run for the safety of the river. Silver Fang searched the entire camp for his father, before finding the elderly tom trapped below a fallen tree. No matter what Silver Fang did, he could not release his trapped father. The tom's final words still ring in Silver Fang's dreams ; ".. Protect them, Silver Fang. No matter what.. Protect until your final breath.." Once his father rested his head down, he was gone. Silver Fang barely made it out of the area, and he began to lead what was left of his clan to find a better home.
  
  
  
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  Silver Fang's left ear is scarred and tattered.
  
  
  He has a single straight scar across his right shoulder.
  
  
  He cares deeply for his clan.
  
  
  Silver Fang is the leader of the Feral cats.
  
  
  

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[Tasteless]

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  Name : Ivy Pelt
  
  
  Age : 24 Moons / / 2 Years
  
  
  Gender : Female / / She-Cat
  
  
  Group : Feral
  
  
  Crush : Not Applicable
  
  
  Mate : Not Applicable
  
  
  Offspring : Not Applicable
  
  
  Defining Markings : Her beautiful emerald eyes / / Impressively long claws
  
  
  
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  Sweet Ivy Pelt. Most felines expect all of the feral felines to be vicious, blood thirsty, yet there are quite the opposite. They are merely searching for a safe home to raise future generations. Ivy Pelt is one of the gentle-hearted she-cats. She dislikes harming any form of the innocent, and would rather not participate in the fighting. She merely wants to be safe and be able to live her life fully, without worry. She is a more care-free feline, she enjoys laying in the grass the watch the clouds pass over slowly. She watches the silver fish swim in the lake, and she watches the birds silently. She is incredibly quiet, never letting her presence be know until she wants to. She is comfortable in the shadows and is easily one of the most stealthiest feral cats.
  
  
  
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  Ivy Pelt was born to a Deputy mother, and average father. She was the runt of the litter and was often excluded from her litter-mates games, so she had fun on her own. She learned to appreciate nature and enjoy the little things on her own. When Ivy Pelt was only a year old, her mother was killed in a battle against a cougar that strayed into their camp. Not long after, the camp was engulfed in flames. Ivy Pelt lost all her litter-mates and her father. She was grieving, but as slowly began to accept their fate. She has never been a genuine clan-mate, just an average she-cat who enjoys the little things in her life. Now, all she wants is to be safe, and never have to fear the death of her friends in the night.
  
  
  
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  Ivy Pelt is flawless, not a single scar or injury flaws her beautiful pelt or muzzle.
  
  
  Ivy Pelt has dainty paws but impressive claws.
  
  
  She is only a hunter for the Feral clan.
  
  
  

 

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Lady

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  Name: Lady
  
  
  Age: 27 Moons
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Group: Domesticated
  
  
  Crush: NA
  
  
  Mate: NA
  
  
  Offspring: Has had a litter with a tom whom has passed away. Her litter is now scattered across the city with different owners or twolegs.
  
  
  Defining Markings: Two greyish cream stripes across her front legs and wide icy blue eyes.
  
  
  
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  Lady is the overbearing motherly type of she-cat. She is quite affectionate but don't take that for weakness. She is as dangerous as a badger on a rampage if those she cares about is in danger. She sees those younger and older than her as her kits, and will defend them no matter who or where they come from. Lady loves to hunt, although her bright pelt usually gives her away. Lady is focused and claims the day she stops working is the day she dies.
  
  
  
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  Lady comes from a litter of five, being born in a twoleg's home. Her littermates never got very close to their mother and father due to separation at an early age. She was raised alone with two elderly twolegs and enjoys their company. She sees her littermates once in a while, but overall doesn't feel much of an attachment to them either. Once she grew to maturity, she and a handsome tom had a litter, but he disappeared and she figured he had died. Her kits were taken from her and she mourns them despite not being bothered by losing her littermates. Lady doesn't mind the new cats coming into the city due to her having a cozy home, but is a bit disturbed by the deaths and aggression.
  
  
  
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  Lady has had one litter.
  
  
  Lady has no scarring.
  
  
  Lady can hunt.
  

 

[tiny grass is dreaming]

Name: Mamba

Age: 19 moons

Gender: Female

Group: Domestic turned Feral

Personality:

Despite the mysterious and proud demeanor she gives off, Mamba is quite humble and gentle. Her lean body veiled in velvety black combined with her stoic temperament causes her to be quite enigmatic in the eyes of those around her. Once one gets to know her they will witness how kind and docile she actually is, accurately meeting the description of a gentle giant. Mamba is always in a calm state. She is observant and analytical, her sharp eyes can notice even the subtlest of movements. She uses these traits to her advantage when hunting and reading other cats. She can oftentimes be seen(her eyes can at least, if you're looking closely) sitting back in the shadows observing her environment. Always aware of her surroundings, it is very hard to catch Mamba off guard. The tall noir she-cat is very perceptive for she also uses her sharp eyes to notice the subtle gestures and signals that are sent off as body language by other cats.

History:

Mamba was born into the life of a housecat. Pure bred from the healthiest, most pampered housecats, Mamba was quickly adopted into a home as a kit. Her owners were very liberal with her and gave her lots of freedom, from a young age the noir she-cat began to roam the streets. She would meet many strays throughout her time on the streets, some were very teritorial and viscious, some friendly wanderers, others sick and lonely. She enjoyed keeping the lonely strays company, giving them someone to share their desolate days with. She would ration her cat food, eating only a small amount and then let her stray friends inside her home once her owners had gone to bed to share the leftovers. Mamba met many friends on the streets and began to live a double life. Most of her neighbors, other housecats, looked down upon her while a select few respected how she helped out the suffering strays, giving them something to live for. Some strays hated her simply for her housecat origins, most respected her, some loved her.

Mamba gained agility and skill from the streets she roamed, something staying at home would never have given her. She learned how to hunt, to sneak and hide, to be agile, strong, observant, and weary. It was as if she was a true cat of the streets.

She noticed when the feral cats came to her town, a change so abrupt and large could never get past her sharp eyes. The new cats began piling into the streets, with ample long and thick fur carrying foreign scents of charred foliage. For a while she stayed back, hiding in the shadows of the buildings and ledges as the cats had trouble adjusting to the concrete and asphalt. She began helping the feral cats just as she had helped the strays. Mamba saw their struggles and decided to reach out to them, help them adapt to the city streets they were now forced to call home. She taught them how to hunt for mice and rats and where to find them, for the streets were much different than the forests in which they originated. She taught those who didn't let their pride keep them hungry to beg humans for food and to scavenge through rubbish. Just like the native city cats, some of these foreigners respected her while some hated her.

She began spending so little time at her indoor home that her owners had felt like she had run away. After she began affiliating with the forest cats, she would only come back home for food and a place to sleep. And as she became closer and closer to the clan cats her owners were deciding on departing.

They moved away, leaving Mamba without a home. Fortunately, she was accustomed to the streets unlike many housecats who have been abandoned by her owners, some of which were her close friends. It didn't take long for the clan cats to welcome her to reside with them once they found out her situation. It wasn't immediate, Mamba never told anyone much about herself so it took some time before anyone found out about her abandonment. From the forest cats' point of view no one knew much about her and she would always dissapear into the night, giving her a reputation among them as a benevolent enigma.




Crush: open

Mate: open

Offspring: none

Defining Markings:

Long and lean body, glistening black pelt, piercing green eyes, pointed face structure, towers over most cats

 

[BeetleShinobi]

Name : Jet

Age : 5 years

Gender : Male

Group : Feral

Personality : Jet is cruel and believes strongly that Domestic cats are below him. He is very grumpy and can often appear selfish. He isn't impressed easily and tends to show off. Jet can also be fairly Narssasistic. He will not hesitate to turn his back on people, as he has done before. Jet has one goal and that is to rid the city of these soft-paw pets.

History : As a kit, Jet was born with 3 sisters: Violet, Tuft and Dove. Jet was the strongest of the litter along with Tuft. Jet and Tuft were born rivals, they never seemed to get along. He wasn't born in a feral clan, he and his family were loners. His mother died when he was 3 months old along with his sister, Dove. Both were struck by a car. Him and his two sisters struggled to find food and shelter. This is when he found his hatred for Domestic cats. He hated how they got everything handed to them. His hatred only grew when a domestic cat took his sister Violet's life. After this, Tuft and Jet didn't get along at all. Their sibling rivalry turned to hatred. They parted ways. For years now, Jet has been on the streets...starting trouble everywhere he goes.

Crush : None

Mate : None

Offspring : None

Defining Markings : Thick claws, Broken tooth.​

 

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Zula

32 Moons (3 years), She-Cat, Domesticated

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Zula is a headstrong, overconfident, and angry she-cat. She has lost all three of her kittens, two of which to sickness, the other one to a fight with a group of feral cats.


Her mate, Jersey, is more subdued. Though he was equally struck by the tragedy of losing their kits, he believes that this conflict can be solved peacefully. He can often be found talking his mate down out of fights, attempting to help her hunt, and finding places to make den for the night in the city.

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• Zula is incredibly headstrong and, for lack of a better term, angry. She has a firm hatred of the feral cats, and wouldn't mind much seeing them all dead, though her mate Jersey doesn't quite share this mentality.
  
  
  She often finds that she needs to take care of her mate, simply because he isn't as suited to a hunting life. Zula cares fiercely about her mate, especially seeing as she's lost her kittens, and doesn't wish to lose him as well.
  
  
  Zula is likely to jump into any fight against feral cats she sees. She doesn't wish for any other cats to end up like Clover, and thinks the ferals capable of nothing but death and destruction.
• As a kitten Zula was adopted, along with Jersey, by an elderly twolegs. The twolegs treated them well, but she seemed to have trouble doing much outside of her routine, and didn't go out very much. Instead, she let the cats have a sort of free reign, installing a cat door to let them wander in and out.
  
  
  The old twolegs needed company, Zula had thought, and she was happy to give it.
  
  
  Even better news came when Jersey, who she had come to love, was not taken to the Cutter's. By her twenty-fourth moon, Zula had given birth to a litter of kittens - Clover, Elli, and Rowan.
  
  
  Elli and Rowan, from birth, had seemed weak and feeble. They were very sickly, Rowan had walked with a limp since birth, and Elli had problems breathing.
  
  
  Two of Zula's kittens did not make it past their second moon.
  
  
  Clover, however, was healthy enough. The twolegs was happy, or seemed happy, that at least one kitten had survived through six moons. As Clover was more able to move about, Zula and Jersey were free to take off with her for days at a time, as cats are apt to do.
  
  
  There came a day when the old twoleg's cat-flap was shut. The trio couldn't quite figure out why, or how, but they weren't let back in despite their complaints at the door.
  
  
  Only about a moon later, tragedy struck. In a spat with a group of feral cats, Clover was killed, her throat ripped open with the teeth of one of the ferals. Devastated, Zula didn't hunt for days, instead sitting vigil by her daughter.
  
  
  Jersey eventually urged her into resuming her life. Sitting wasn't going to help anyone, and the best way to honor Clover, he said, was to not share her fate.
  
  
  The pair have since been den-hopping about the city.
  
  
  
• Jersey is a tom, about the same age as Zula. They have had one litter of kittens together thus far. Jersey seems more regretful than angry about the loss of his daughter, and he dotes upon any kits he comes across, wishing somehow that he still had his own.
  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
• Offspring: Clover (she-cat, deceased), Elli (She-cat, deceased), Rowan (Tom, deceased.)
  
  
  Defining Markings: One very defined dark ring about her chest, more dark rings along her tail. A long scar down the right side of her body, from her shoulder to her hip.

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[tiny grass is dreaming]

All done with my su!

 

[Ashs Pikachu]

Anubis

Anubis


Name: Anubis


Age: 13 moons (2 years old)


Gender: Tom


Group: Feral


Appearance:


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Personality: A tom with little to no respect for humans and domestic cats, Anubis will not hesitate to strike at anyone or anything standing in his path. He is cold towards those he know and colder to those he don't. He won't let domestic cats get by with a swiped ear or broken tooth/claw he will make sure to let them know not to cross his path again. Humans that happen to stray to close are often chased or scratched. He knows that he isn't the leader of the feral cats but he wants to prove that he is an excellent addition to the feral clan cats. Not to mention he isn't one to back down from a fight.


History: Born into a litter of house cats/kittypets Anubis was one of the smaller kittens in the litter. He loved his mother and his many siblings, however he didn't stay with them long for he was soon sold to another twoleg when he was old enough to eat solid food. When he got to their house they practically left him to his devices. He was used to company and being petted but his new owner swatted at him, they'd shout at him, and ignored him. Soon enough Anubis became hostel due to the lack of positive human interaction. Whenever he came in contact with his owner it was always negative, and then eventually his human left him making the cat feel negative towards humans and others. However he had met other wild cats and felt like he belonged which he has stayed with.


Crush: Open


Mate: Open


Offspring: N/A


Defining Markings: He has the coloring of a German Shepherd, his left eye has a slash over it from an old battle leaving him blind in that eye. He has a long scar starting on the right of neck going down to his thigh on the same side.


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Ciel

Ciel


Name: Ciel


Age: 48 moons (4 years old)


Gender: Tom


Group: Domestic


Appearance:

Personality: Ciel is a tom who doesn't like wild cats. He can give you every basic reason why but it's truly because they killed his mate. He is often known to be stubborn and beats around the bush when explaining things. He prefers to stay indoors than to venture out and when his mind is set it's hard to convince him to change his mind. When it comes to other cats he trusts domestic ones for they know the safety of walls and the kindness of humans. He likes to act tough but will flee before any real fight and take place.


History: Adopted by Upwalkers from a breeder, Ciel was brought up pampered. His Upwalkers, showered him in treats and in playtime. For how house cats go he is lacks the skills to hunt (despite house cats knowing how to) mostly because he doesn't have claws. He lived with another cat, a she-cat named Winnie Pooh who he loved very much. However Winnie Pooh loved the outdoors which Ciel detested, he told her that the cats that lived outside were wild and monstrous. Yet she heard nothing of it and was soon killed. He doesn't like the idea of fighting the merciless cats but he fears that he may have too seeing that he wants to avenge his mate.


Crush: None but is open


Mate: Winnie Pooh (deceased)


Offspring: None


Defining Markings: Ciel is a Japanese Bobtail with calico like markings. His most defining marks are the speckled orange spots on his muzzle.


Additional Information: Ciel is a declawed cat