||Things Have Changed|| (Open&Accepting) Rated~M~

[sparticles]

Gypsy
A soft but yet quiet voice seemed to slowly echo from the fog, her ears twitching slightly as she tried to make out what was being said. A 'Hello' echoed through the canines ears causing her brown to lift, taking no hesitation she turned her head-a golden coloured dog seeming to be standing not to far away. The fog had just about cleared up now and everything soon became visible. Seeing the canine probably posed no threat and was also looking for some unmutated company she smiled. Clearing her throat "Yeah, over here!" She barked in a slightly quiet voice not wanting to draw attention to the small group that had begun to form. Gypsy shifted to the side a little so both canines would be clear to her-the bitches eyes darting from one canine to another as her tail slowly wagged-a chilled feeling seeming to run up her spine as a cold gust of wind sharply blew through the town.



((Sure, Tara is of course accepted!))

[DancingWithDeath]

Name| Aurora
Age| 6
Gender| Female/Bitch
Breed| Akita
Sub-breed| Husky
Personality| You do not wanna mess with her. She is a beautiful dog.
History| Aurora was born, her father was an akita, and her mother was an akita husky mix. Both of her parents were AKC registered. Her parents were dognapped to the pound, and she and her siblings were left to live alone.
Crush| Impress her.
Mate| Impress her.
Pup(s)| No
Family|Dognapped
Extra| No, thats all.

[sparticles]

((Accepted, you may post!))

[OreoHeroz]

The Bengal relaxed when he realized that the canines were not mutants, but he still remained in the shadows. Alarm struck through him when he noticed that the fog was fading - the canines around him were slowly coming into sharper view. Turning, he quickly scrambled off into the other direction, keeping his claws unsheathed as he retreated back into his old cardboard shelter. The musky scent entered his nostrils; causing him to wrinkle his muzzle in disgust. Squeezing in, he stretched out, bumping his hind legs onto something soft. Turning round, he noticed a small lump in the corner, and scooped it out. A dead rat had been nestled inside of his box - most of the fur had been lost and the stench was overwhelming. He didn't understand why he hadn't smelled it when he entered, but Slate slipped out of the shelter, unwilling to live with the scent.  

[sparticles]

Sapphire
The female cat continued to bound down the street-her tail whipping side to side as she leapt onto a fence. It seemed to wobble slightly causing her to stumple off-letting out a screech she hit the ground with a thud. "Damn fence!" She cussed to herself as she shook the dust from her pelt. Lifting her head and it seemed the fog had suddenly began to vanish a half smile growing across her face "Well, least I can see now.." She shrugged and continued on-taking a sharp turn down an alley it seemed another creature was seen trotting down-a grey feline. Gasping as she thought it was a mutant the feline lept ont a bin causing it to fall once she lept up ontl a dumpster and behind a small cardboard box-peering around the corner watching the figure curiously.

[meeeea]

The acidic stench of the allies were enough for the shep to scrunch her muzzle up in digust, tattering down the street with her radiating eyes dilating and widening through the thick fog. Edme snapped her teeth together in another bark, her short whiskers quivering at the sound of cats mingling around. Furrowing her brows, the fae turned her head away- having too much on her mind to care about those scraps. Ears standing erect, the scrawny canine continued trekking through the emptied streets, head hung low and her breath kept shallow.

Name: Orion

Age: 5 Y/O

Gender: Male/Tom
 
Breed: Maine Coon

Sub-breed: Purebred

Personality: Orion is often seen as a tough and grumpy lad, but will always lend a paw and step down if needed. He prefers to spend him time alone and doesn't enjoy others' company. He has a strange hatred towards other cats and will always prefer dogs- even act as a dog sometimes.

History: Ask him.

Crush: None yet.

Mate: None yet.

Pups: Nope.

Extra: Slightly deeper English accent.

[sparticles]

((Orion is of course accepted!))

[OreoHeroz]

Slate continued his way around the corner, glancing around suspiciously for any sign of a canine."Good thing they're far off," he muttered. The Bengal froze at the sound of an object crashing to the ground - and at the moment, his claws unsheathed. He trembled slightly, before turning and peering around the corner. His dark green eyes darted around, before one paw cautiously stepped out. Soon, the three followed, before Slate was staring at the dumpster. A bin had been pushed to the ground and its contents had spilled out. Suspiciously padding forward, his neck fur bristled as he took several whiffs of the air. The scent of a feline wafered into his nostrils; Slate bristled as he glanced in all directions. He hesitated for a moment, before sharply calling, "Who's there?"

[sparticles]

Sapphire
Sapphire sat still behind the box taking a few peeks over-it seemed the tom has began to move closer, her heart began to beat as she pulled herself back behind the box. What if its mutated?! She questioned to herself with a gasp, the sound of sniffling then the deep voice of the feline caused her to peer around the corner, the cat now practically just below her. Its eyes appeared normal and not glowing-deciding he was probably just a normal feline she lifted to her paws revealing herself-the cats ice blue eyes shining as she looked down at the grey striped cat. Clearing her throat she spoke "Me, the names Sapphire.." She muttered her tail flicking to and fro as she peered over the edge of the dumpster and down at the green eyed cat.

[OreoHeroz]

Slate nearly started in surprise when a silver feline appeared out from a box. His flexed his claws slightly, ready to defend himself as he stared suspiciously at the other feline. He relaxed when he realized it was not a mutant, however, a she-cat, who claimed to be known as Sapphire. Slate grunted slightly in acknowledgement, before raising his head to inspect Sapphire. "Name's Slate." He offered, nodding. Briefly keeping silent, he questioned, "What are you doing around here? You seem pretty young." Slate gestured towards the cardboard box, wondering if she was the one who had killed and left the rat there.