Adopting/ Abandoning

[Darkie]

Adopting
To adopt one of the cats from the adoption board, write a clip for them and post it here, and then an admin will tell you if you are accepted. You can change the cat if you want, unless the previous role player specifically asked that the cat not be changed, but please leave the overall idea of the cat the same. (Don't make a happy-go-lucky cat hate the world.)

Abandoning
Aw, that's sad. Are you sure you want to? Well, if you do, please post their bio here, and notify an admin, so that they can remove the bio from where ever else it is. If you want the cat to be kept exactly as they are, please post something on the bottom of their biography.

[[[ShAdYCaUStI]]]

This is for Phantom........


The silent moon slipped in and out of the tattered clouds, its silver light illuminating the trees and casting dark shadows. A light wind blew steadily from the west, carrying a few chilly drops of rain on its icy fingers. Beneath the trees, there was no sound but the rubbing of the dried leaves against each other, the branches scraping together, the fallen leaves swirling on the cold ground. The sliding moon-shadows and moon-shine did nothing to show the black shape among the tree-boles. Was it a cat? Was it simply a trick of the moon? Or perhaps was it the shade of some creature long passed beyond the realms of life? There were few creatures to wonder, even if they could have seen the silent form.

Black obsidian eyes saw clearly through the dark trees and the dense shadows. His tail twitced a little and his whiskers moved so very slightly. Ah yes - prey. He could hear its scuffling among the roots of the oak up ahead. He opened his mouth silently. A mouse. Odd. He seldom found mice here. Silent steps, perfect balance, relentless eyes. It wasn't as if the poor mouse had any chance. Do mice think? Do they understand? They know they are hunted by predators, for they scurry away at any warning. They know they must care for their young, for so they do. Do mice speak? Do mice think? Surely no cat knows. The Phantom cared not. He pounced silently, swiftly. The mouse had no chance to emit a final, terrorized squeal before his small life was crushed into bitter death. Cats' lives have purpose; surely they have. Do the lives of mice have purpose? Was this mouse's purpose to feed Phantom's hunger? It was these sorts of morbid, cynical thoughts that filled the black shadow's twisted mind as the warm, bloody mouse-flesh was consumed.

And then the black shade of evil padded silently away from the oak. Tonight he saught larger prey. The bloodlust was on him stronger than usual. Cats, cats - he wanted to kill cats. His claws slid in and out, tense with his eager thoughts of rending, tearing; the blood would fly and the anguished screams of the creatures he killed. He flicked his tongue in and out in anticipation of the cruel ravaging murders. But where were the cats? An owl would do if cats were not to be found just now, but oh, the cats; where were they?

The feline scent met his olfactories only moments later. Cats... He nearly purred - and Phantom never purred. Cats would die tonight. He would taste their blood.

[Darkie]

Ooo, I really like this! What about you, Night?

[Nightpool]

Love it...Accepted.