Monster Alley
Much like Twoleg Place of the old lake territories, this new place is one that the Clans crossed through on their journey to their new home. Having to cross a thunderpath that is infested with monsters only to step into a place filled with twolegs and their monsters tends to leave an impression - this place is dangerous for the oblivious cat, seeing as there is almost a constant roar of monsters in the air. Any cat not watching their step might find them self roadkill. Easily thirty cat's died on the trek across this dangerous beast.
Backyard
Fenced in backyard right across from the noisy Thunderpath. Most kittypet's congregate here. |
Street Corner
Right before getting onto the Thunderpath is a street corner. Monster's take this fast and without caution, so this is a dangerous place to be. Great if you don't want cat's to overhear a conversation.... |
The Park
Large, sprawling park with Twoleg's and their kits running around all the time. Home to most of the Loners and Rouges. Den's can be made in tree's, under equipment, in bushes or anywhere in between.
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The Pit
Concret basin in the middle of the area. There is nothing down there but sewage and gunk. No cat can call this home as Twolegs are constantly in here, but it is a good place. All cat's come here with a unspoken treaty of peace...but try to live here, and they will have an issue. |
Cat's Of Monster Alley
Rain
Age: 108 moons
Once beautiful, now mangled, she-cat with blue eyes and a filthy coat, which would leave her almost unrecognizable, if it wasn't for her missing tail-tip. After leaving to get as far away from the clans as possible, she is back, and more bitter than ever, thinking that it is the clans' fault for the tragedy in her life. Weak due to age and her past battles, she uses mental tactics to fight more than physical brutality, which she leaves to her son. She has no faith in anything and thinks life is just a huge punishment, and she will do anything to prove her point. [Played By: Rain]
Age: 108 moons
Once beautiful, now mangled, she-cat with blue eyes and a filthy coat, which would leave her almost unrecognizable, if it wasn't for her missing tail-tip. After leaving to get as far away from the clans as possible, she is back, and more bitter than ever, thinking that it is the clans' fault for the tragedy in her life. Weak due to age and her past battles, she uses mental tactics to fight more than physical brutality, which she leaves to her son. She has no faith in anything and thinks life is just a huge punishment, and she will do anything to prove her point. [Played By: Rain]
Milo
Age: 56 moons
Large tom-cat with reddish fur with white thrown in. His eyes are a light shade of amber, and even though he's really big, he's actually just lean-big, with long legs, like his WindClan father Birdtail. Has a sweet disposition and a kind attitude. Always cheerful and goofy, though this makes him somewhat unapproachable about serious subjects. Even though he's friendly, he only has one true friend: Rowancall of ThunderClan. Wishes he had more friends though. Doesn't mind his Clan blood -- he does feel it's wrong in some way but wouldn't care if he fell in love with a Clan-cat. Outspoken and bold, and will challenge absolutely anyone. Smart and statistical, and very swift on his paws. [Played By: Crys]
Age: 56 moons
Large tom-cat with reddish fur with white thrown in. His eyes are a light shade of amber, and even though he's really big, he's actually just lean-big, with long legs, like his WindClan father Birdtail. Has a sweet disposition and a kind attitude. Always cheerful and goofy, though this makes him somewhat unapproachable about serious subjects. Even though he's friendly, he only has one true friend: Rowancall of ThunderClan. Wishes he had more friends though. Doesn't mind his Clan blood -- he does feel it's wrong in some way but wouldn't care if he fell in love with a Clan-cat. Outspoken and bold, and will challenge absolutely anyone. Smart and statistical, and very swift on his paws. [Played By: Crys]
Ivydeath
Age: 48 moons
Black cat with one piercing yellow eye. Used to be very strong and very helpful; once loyal to all of her family. Sadly, she's is blind in one eye, so she can't see well, but her hearing and sense of smell is stronger than the average cat's. Massively built like her father and growing fast. Was part of FearClan and considered herself superior to all other members except Talonstrike and maybe Shatternight. Very shrewd and is very good at planning ahead. Doesn't particularly like WindClan, and gets annoyed easily although she doesn't show it. Formerly known as Ivythorn of ThunderClan, she left her Clan after the battle between FearClan and the Clans, when FearClan was defeated. Has made it her personal mission to strike down all Clan cats, and has killed six warriors of various Clans and counting. Next on her hit list is Breezestar; she has a personal grudge against Bluemoon of WindClan and her family for indirectly causing the scattering of FearClan through the great battle. Close friends with the original FearClan members and still deeply in love with her mate, Silendeath, who died during that battle. He visits her in dreams, guiding her paws down dark paths no cat should ever walk. Evil to the core, but misses her father and longs to be close to her sister once more. Gave birth to Silentdeath's kits; Fearkit, in honor of the group that brought them together, and Strikekit, after her mission to exterminate Clan cats. Sent them to ThunderClan to help carry out her mission and for their safety, as she now lives in Twolegplace along with Talonstrike and Shatternight. Truly evil deep down and an amazing, skilled fighter; once took on four trained Clan cats at once and still won, killing three. Since her sister's death, she began to have times where she seems distracted, but is almost single-mindedly trying to take down her killer; revenge. Has informants in almost every Clan except RiverClan, to keep an eye on things, especially the leaders. Doesn't trust her niece Silverpaw, though she's one of her informants, after the cat murdered her mate. She has two goals in life: Revenge, for her sister and her mate, and training minions carry out her plans. Despises most of the other Twolegplace cats; thinks of them as narcissists with nothing to do with their lives. [Played by: Alfawolf]
Age: 48 moons
Black cat with one piercing yellow eye. Used to be very strong and very helpful; once loyal to all of her family. Sadly, she's is blind in one eye, so she can't see well, but her hearing and sense of smell is stronger than the average cat's. Massively built like her father and growing fast. Was part of FearClan and considered herself superior to all other members except Talonstrike and maybe Shatternight. Very shrewd and is very good at planning ahead. Doesn't particularly like WindClan, and gets annoyed easily although she doesn't show it. Formerly known as Ivythorn of ThunderClan, she left her Clan after the battle between FearClan and the Clans, when FearClan was defeated. Has made it her personal mission to strike down all Clan cats, and has killed six warriors of various Clans and counting. Next on her hit list is Breezestar; she has a personal grudge against Bluemoon of WindClan and her family for indirectly causing the scattering of FearClan through the great battle. Close friends with the original FearClan members and still deeply in love with her mate, Silendeath, who died during that battle. He visits her in dreams, guiding her paws down dark paths no cat should ever walk. Evil to the core, but misses her father and longs to be close to her sister once more. Gave birth to Silentdeath's kits; Fearkit, in honor of the group that brought them together, and Strikekit, after her mission to exterminate Clan cats. Sent them to ThunderClan to help carry out her mission and for their safety, as she now lives in Twolegplace along with Talonstrike and Shatternight. Truly evil deep down and an amazing, skilled fighter; once took on four trained Clan cats at once and still won, killing three. Since her sister's death, she began to have times where she seems distracted, but is almost single-mindedly trying to take down her killer; revenge. Has informants in almost every Clan except RiverClan, to keep an eye on things, especially the leaders. Doesn't trust her niece Silverpaw, though she's one of her informants, after the cat murdered her mate. She has two goals in life: Revenge, for her sister and her mate, and training minions carry out her plans. Despises most of the other Twolegplace cats; thinks of them as narcissists with nothing to do with their lives. [Played by: Alfawolf]
Bear
Age: 48 moons
Huge tabby tom with small white patches, green eyes, and a thick, course coat. He is fiercely protective of his mother, Rain, who uses him as a physical shield and weapon to prevent harm to her frail body. Does all of the hunting and caretaking for his mother, and has been taught to hate the clans since he could hear, even though he was never told why. He does not think highly of himself, and is used to verbal abuse, making him numb to what others say to him. Was never told about his family, but is curious and hopes to find out. Deep down, he questions some of his mother's decisions, and does not want to be so cruel. [Played By: Falcon]
Age: 48 moons
Huge tabby tom with small white patches, green eyes, and a thick, course coat. He is fiercely protective of his mother, Rain, who uses him as a physical shield and weapon to prevent harm to her frail body. Does all of the hunting and caretaking for his mother, and has been taught to hate the clans since he could hear, even though he was never told why. He does not think highly of himself, and is used to verbal abuse, making him numb to what others say to him. Was never told about his family, but is curious and hopes to find out. Deep down, he questions some of his mother's decisions, and does not want to be so cruel. [Played By: Falcon]
Wren
Age: 44 moons
Large but lithe gray tabby she-cat with green eyes and a short, bobbed tail. Although she could probably excel as a fighter, she is not very keen on fighting techniques, and she is not a fast learner due to her sometimes stubborn attitude. Strong-willed and determined, but has a one-track mind and can only put her heart into one thing at a time. She will work to get what she wants and use whatever tactics possible, even if they aren't as honorable as she would like them to be. Doesn't like being told what to do and how to do it; would rather carve out her own path, even if it is the more difficult one. [Played By: Rain]
Age: 44 moons
Large but lithe gray tabby she-cat with green eyes and a short, bobbed tail. Although she could probably excel as a fighter, she is not very keen on fighting techniques, and she is not a fast learner due to her sometimes stubborn attitude. Strong-willed and determined, but has a one-track mind and can only put her heart into one thing at a time. She will work to get what she wants and use whatever tactics possible, even if they aren't as honorable as she would like them to be. Doesn't like being told what to do and how to do it; would rather carve out her own path, even if it is the more difficult one. [Played By: Rain]
Rasco
Age: 44 moons
Big, muscular tom with a thick ginger pelt with a few white patches. His eyes are a deep blue like his mother, Flight's. Doesn't understand his sister, Piper, but loves her all the same. Found his father dead and wishes he'd had time to know him better. Often wanders on his own as he never knows where his mother or sister is. Often finds himself chattering on about nothing. Thoughtful and doesn't know how to fight. Likes all cats, good or bad. Fell in love with a Shadowclan she-cat but was left alone in the end, as she chose another tom over him. He has since taught himself to fight and swim and has found a new mate in the former Thunderclan cat, Lullaby. Followed the clans to their new home due partly to his heritage, and partly due to the failing health of his now motherless kits. [Played By: Northy]
Age: 44 moons
Big, muscular tom with a thick ginger pelt with a few white patches. His eyes are a deep blue like his mother, Flight's. Doesn't understand his sister, Piper, but loves her all the same. Found his father dead and wishes he'd had time to know him better. Often wanders on his own as he never knows where his mother or sister is. Often finds himself chattering on about nothing. Thoughtful and doesn't know how to fight. Likes all cats, good or bad. Fell in love with a Shadowclan she-cat but was left alone in the end, as she chose another tom over him. He has since taught himself to fight and swim and has found a new mate in the former Thunderclan cat, Lullaby. Followed the clans to their new home due partly to his heritage, and partly due to the failing health of his now motherless kits. [Played By: Northy]
Innocence
Age: 22 moons
A medium sized tom cat with silky black fur and a set of triangular ears with a small nick on his right ear. He is rather lean in build and doesn't have much muscle attached to his bones. His most noticeable feature is his rather dull looking grey eyes. He also has rather long legs built for running. Seeing as he is rather quick on his paws. Innocence is described as emotionless. But this doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, it's just that he doesn't know how to fully portray his feelings. He is rather shy and doesn't like approaching other cats unless he absolutely has to. If he views you as a possible threat, he will try to avoid you at all costs. In any case he prefers being neutral, avoiding fights and unnecessary bloodshed if possible. Other then that he is pretty dull. [Played By: Poppy]
Age: 22 moons
A medium sized tom cat with silky black fur and a set of triangular ears with a small nick on his right ear. He is rather lean in build and doesn't have much muscle attached to his bones. His most noticeable feature is his rather dull looking grey eyes. He also has rather long legs built for running. Seeing as he is rather quick on his paws. Innocence is described as emotionless. But this doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, it's just that he doesn't know how to fully portray his feelings. He is rather shy and doesn't like approaching other cats unless he absolutely has to. If he views you as a possible threat, he will try to avoid you at all costs. In any case he prefers being neutral, avoiding fights and unnecessary bloodshed if possible. Other then that he is pretty dull. [Played By: Poppy]
Nettle
Age: 20 moons
She had a rough start from the very beginning - born on the streets, her mother taken too soon by a loud monster that screeched when it murdered her, siblings grabbed along with herself before being stuffed into a too-small space and carried, jostled, before being placed in a room, behind bars of metal, where other cats leered in and hissed at her and her two sisters. They did not like the newcomers and she did not like them, and so she would hide in the fluffy, warm cave that was plush and comfy and felt a little like her mother's belly in the days before everything seemed to fall apart. Nettle was too young to have seen her mother long enough to remember what she looked like, but she likes to think that she looks a lot like her. A thick, soft coat that flutters out in messy disarray about her figure, coloring that is mottled and dappled orange, black and white throughout until you reach the shocking exchange on her face - one half a pitch black color, the other a soft orange. It perhaps signifies what Nettle once was and what she is now, but she's always been colored this way, and so Nettle believes she was always meant to be two halves of a whole. Good, and bad. Dark, and light. She wasn't in the barred trap for long - soon twolegs came with their miniature twoleg and they peered at her, cooing and spilling words that fell like gibberish on her ears. She tried to hide, but their searching fingers found her and dragged her from her sisters, who called out for her and in a panic, slammed into the side of the cage. The twolegs didn't notice the damage they had done, the family they had finally, ultimately, torn to shreds. Nettle watched the distance between her and her last shred of familiarity grew. The twolegs took her back to their nest, and when they put her down, she ran and tried to find a place to get out. Escape. Freedom. Instead, she hid under the large structures in the house and shied away when the twolegs came calling, peering into the darkness but not seeing her. It took her a couple moons to grow affection for these twolegs, until finally she was seeking affection - she wanted to love her new family, and she wanted them to love her. She met other Kittypets like herself, who told her about the Clans, the Rogues, the Loners. They told her tales that made her shiver and duck for cover, terrified of the wild that lie just outside her door. She refused to go outside, not unless pushed out by her twoleg, who had begun to grow. She was growing, too, from her small, emaciated form to a fluffy, large she-cat. It didn't take long until she was nearly full-grown, and as she watched her miniature twoleg get bigger, she found that they stopped playing with her as much. Nettle didn't think much of it, not until the night of the storm, when she was accidentally locked outside and had to run for cover in the closest bush - which wasn't really all that close, when you consider she was terrified and out for her first night, in a storm. When she finally found her way home again, it was too late - her twolegs had abandoned her, and she knew they'd abandoned and hadn't just left to return later, like they sometimes did. She sat at that house for days until hunger drew her out into the wild, and when she finally came to terms with her abandonment, she grew a strong, coarse hate for twolegs. For the Kittypets who didn't understand that they were not a part of the family, but a part of the decorum. She left her collar, shredded, on her old porch and never looked back. Her hate for Kittypets and Twolegs is coupled with a fair hatred for the Clans in general, and a stronger one for the one called ShadowClan, due to her having been chased from their territory when she was seeking shelter in her first few days as a non-Kittypet. She has the scars on her flank to remind her not to trust the Clans, who seem to think they're some higher form of cat than her, and while she isn't actively seeking a way to bring them down, she wouldn't mind being part of a plan to ruin their rule of the roost. [Played By: Crys]
Age: 20 moons
She had a rough start from the very beginning - born on the streets, her mother taken too soon by a loud monster that screeched when it murdered her, siblings grabbed along with herself before being stuffed into a too-small space and carried, jostled, before being placed in a room, behind bars of metal, where other cats leered in and hissed at her and her two sisters. They did not like the newcomers and she did not like them, and so she would hide in the fluffy, warm cave that was plush and comfy and felt a little like her mother's belly in the days before everything seemed to fall apart. Nettle was too young to have seen her mother long enough to remember what she looked like, but she likes to think that she looks a lot like her. A thick, soft coat that flutters out in messy disarray about her figure, coloring that is mottled and dappled orange, black and white throughout until you reach the shocking exchange on her face - one half a pitch black color, the other a soft orange. It perhaps signifies what Nettle once was and what she is now, but she's always been colored this way, and so Nettle believes she was always meant to be two halves of a whole. Good, and bad. Dark, and light. She wasn't in the barred trap for long - soon twolegs came with their miniature twoleg and they peered at her, cooing and spilling words that fell like gibberish on her ears. She tried to hide, but their searching fingers found her and dragged her from her sisters, who called out for her and in a panic, slammed into the side of the cage. The twolegs didn't notice the damage they had done, the family they had finally, ultimately, torn to shreds. Nettle watched the distance between her and her last shred of familiarity grew. The twolegs took her back to their nest, and when they put her down, she ran and tried to find a place to get out. Escape. Freedom. Instead, she hid under the large structures in the house and shied away when the twolegs came calling, peering into the darkness but not seeing her. It took her a couple moons to grow affection for these twolegs, until finally she was seeking affection - she wanted to love her new family, and she wanted them to love her. She met other Kittypets like herself, who told her about the Clans, the Rogues, the Loners. They told her tales that made her shiver and duck for cover, terrified of the wild that lie just outside her door. She refused to go outside, not unless pushed out by her twoleg, who had begun to grow. She was growing, too, from her small, emaciated form to a fluffy, large she-cat. It didn't take long until she was nearly full-grown, and as she watched her miniature twoleg get bigger, she found that they stopped playing with her as much. Nettle didn't think much of it, not until the night of the storm, when she was accidentally locked outside and had to run for cover in the closest bush - which wasn't really all that close, when you consider she was terrified and out for her first night, in a storm. When she finally found her way home again, it was too late - her twolegs had abandoned her, and she knew they'd abandoned and hadn't just left to return later, like they sometimes did. She sat at that house for days until hunger drew her out into the wild, and when she finally came to terms with her abandonment, she grew a strong, coarse hate for twolegs. For the Kittypets who didn't understand that they were not a part of the family, but a part of the decorum. She left her collar, shredded, on her old porch and never looked back. Her hate for Kittypets and Twolegs is coupled with a fair hatred for the Clans in general, and a stronger one for the one called ShadowClan, due to her having been chased from their territory when she was seeking shelter in her first few days as a non-Kittypet. She has the scars on her flank to remind her not to trust the Clans, who seem to think they're some higher form of cat than her, and while she isn't actively seeking a way to bring them down, she wouldn't mind being part of a plan to ruin their rule of the roost. [Played By: Crys]
Stella
Age: 20 moons
Purebed Siamese with sky blue eyes. One will never see her without her fancy jeweled collar that jingles when she walks. She's rather oblivious to her surroundings and naive. Tends to come off as not very bright, but that's due to her pampered, easy lifestyle. Can be friendly when she's feeling happy, but when she's in a bad mood she tends to be rather snobby and rude. [Played By: Goldcat]
Age: 20 moons
Purebed Siamese with sky blue eyes. One will never see her without her fancy jeweled collar that jingles when she walks. She's rather oblivious to her surroundings and naive. Tends to come off as not very bright, but that's due to her pampered, easy lifestyle. Can be friendly when she's feeling happy, but when she's in a bad mood she tends to be rather snobby and rude. [Played By: Goldcat]
Andy
Age: 12 moons
Small dusty brown tabby tom-cat with brown/yellow eyes and half a tail. He's a adventurous and daring, often opening his mouth when he shouldn't. He tends to speak his mind openly without a filter. He's a normally pretty happy tom-cat, and it's hard to get him angry. Even when he is angry he tends to stumble over his words. [Played By: Fyre]
Age: 12 moons
Small dusty brown tabby tom-cat with brown/yellow eyes and half a tail. He's a adventurous and daring, often opening his mouth when he shouldn't. He tends to speak his mind openly without a filter. He's a normally pretty happy tom-cat, and it's hard to get him angry. Even when he is angry he tends to stumble over his words. [Played By: Fyre]