Thundercats: The City
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				Title: <strong>Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 10:39:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">The Cat’s Lair Kingdom</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/001-ThunderCats-2011-Cats-Lair-Kingdom-of-Thundera-1.jpg)</div><br><strong>The Cat’s Lair</strong> is an immense fortress that embraces a city within its immoderate stone walls. Every resident within the Cat’s Lair is a Cat, who humbly serves under <strong>King Leomedes</strong>. The people are retired veterans, and the descendants of the <em>First-Cats</em>. All is well under the king’s rule. The death of <strong>Queen Lionessa</strong> marked the beginning of the <strong>Golden Age</strong>. The queen was a valiant warrior, much more than her husband, and a symbol for all women. There are statues that immortalize her beauty and strength scattered about the kingdom and adorned with flowers from all over. There even exists a religious group called <strong>The Nine</strong>, who worship the former queen as a goddess and regard her children as demigods. They don’t believe that death has taken the queen, but instead her spirit has been released and resides within the city, blessing it with the Golden Age and her divine protection.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The City</span></span></div><br>Welcome to the city, a bustling burg where Cats can bask in the light of the Golden Age of peace. It is a place where heroes of the <strong>Mutant Wars</strong> are praised and highly-respected. It is the perfect place to retire for an old battle cat. Whilst in the Golden Age, the city is warm with peace and joy. Children are playing in the streets and warriors, new and old, are sparring in the streets and drinking at taverns. Festivals are a common sight, but currently, the city is alive with talk of who the next ruler and wielder of the <em>Sword of Omen</em> would be.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Sections of the City</span></span><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Marketplace</li><li>Town Square</li><li>Fountain Center</li><li>Church of Lionessa</li><li>Bay Bay’s Tavern</li><li>The Cat’s Meow Inn</li><li>Guard Posts</li><li>Residential Area</li><li>Fortress Gate</li><li>Sentry Towers</li><li>Battlements</li><li>Underground Shelter</li></ul><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPCs</span></span><br><br><strong>Catsy</strong> - A wealthy and snobbish feline with big plans to have her place at the throne. She's planning to attend the grand ball that's coming up in order to have her way with the prince (or princess). [NPCed by Saphir]<br><br><em>To be created by GM or players</em><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Things to Know</span></span><br><br>1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Technology is banned in the fortress. Getting caught possessing technology is like getting caught with cannabis. Your character no matter how revered they may be, will risk arrest by the guard.<br><br>2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Foreigners who are not of Cat origin are regarded as a threat and are immediately imprisoned.<br><br>3.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Those who wish to venture outside the city must have a permit. They must have that permit upon returning as proof that they were let out. The permit is passed up the ranking ladder until it is signed by the king himself.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 19:23:30</strong>
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				Panthrix moved through the market square, a wide, dark hat atop his head, cocked to one side as was the fashion of knaves and rakes.&nbsp; The panther wore a dark, leather vest, open in the front, revealing a long line of abdominal muscles along his dark fur.&nbsp; He wore a pair of loose linen breeches, tucked into a pair of dark leather boots.&nbsp; About his waist was a thick leather belt, adorned with various pouches and the sheathe that held his falchion, the unusual weapon more common in southern kingdoms than in the northern lands where the city dwelt..<br><br>He reached up, one clawed hand toying idly with a silver hooped earring.&nbsp; He eyed the various trinkets and other baubles that the merchants sold, all of them a pale comparison in wealth to the many accouterments that he wore as trophies.&nbsp; They were flimsy, at best, and certainly not worth the coin in the pouches at his belt.<br><br>Despite his obvious wealth and the pouches that jiggled with coin and gems, no one made a move to rob him.&nbsp; Panthrix was known throughout the kingdom as a dangerous cat, one not to be trifled with.&nbsp; Tales were told in taverns and the more squalid sections of the city of the many deaths attributed to the mercenary.&nbsp; He was deadly with his barbed whip, and deadlier still with his curved blade, and even pick pockets knew better than to try to steal from one such as he.<br><br>His reputation had only grown greater still when it was announced that he was in the service of King Leomedes.&nbsp; After the warrior Queen's death, the King hired him to personally ensure his children's safety, and while his extensive network of spies and mercenaries tracked the two royal children, ready to spring into action should they need it, the panther still took his responsibility seriously.<br><br>Tipping his wide-brimmed hat to a passing servant girl, the mercenary turned to watch the sway of her hips and the way her long, slender tail seemed to accent her movements.&nbsp; She turned, glancing at him over her shoulder, a smile widening her pretty face as she realized he was watching her.&nbsp; Grinning, Panthrix turned to follow her, and the two soon disappeared into a nearby warehouse, the mercenary eager for a little distraction from his duties to the King.<br><br>It was good to be a cat, Panthrix mused, watching the girl begin to undress.
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 22:48:22</strong>
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				The City was bustling with the impending Ceremony, and Tigria hated it. Everyone was rushing about trying to make order of the chaos, and all it did was put her sharp teeth on edge. She was very aware that all the running around and idiocy would end in something quite grand, but until that time came, the white tigress was doing her best to stay well away from it all. She'd not had orders from any of the Royals oddly enough. This left her with much time on her hands. WAY...too much time on her hands...<br><br>...which meant she too was in the market square at the moment. Though the crowds tended to make her queasy, she was mostly ignored, which was fine with her. She even finally managed to take on a semblance of enjoyment as she came to the section of the market that held the clothiers, and the jewelers. Though if any were to ask Tigria, she would deny to any that she cared for such things. Yet truly? Oh she loved pretty things. <br><br>So she found herself wandering the stalls, gazing upon a necklace of gleaming blue stones that the sun bounced off enticingly. Clawed fingers stroked over it lovingly until the merchant made mention how wonderfully her blue eyes would be enhanced if she wore such a bauble. This comment caused her to duck her head, a hand coming to smooth long white fur away from her face shyly. Shaking her head she would mumble excuses before turning away, sighing at herself. Why couldn't she just buy it? Stupid, stupid cat! Simply continuing on, she was quite oblivious to the occasional favorable glance in her direction from passers by. Though she was unaware, she moved with a dancers grace, the swell of sleek hips swaying enticingly, her steps lithe and silent. The blue suede halter (http://compare.ebay.com/like/160592068711?var=lv&amp;ltyp=AllFixedPriceItemTypes&amp;var=sbar&amp;_lwgsi=y) she wore cupped lovingly full breasts, and the long blue loincloth (http://media.photobucket.com/image/long%20loincloth%20for%20women/Kattheif/RP%2520stuff/FFIV__dragon_girl__by_AngELofREbell.jpg) swayed with each step she took, tight round hillocks just peeking from beneath the material. <br><br>Another sight caught her attention a stall of silks. A bright blue shimmered in the warm breeze and she found herself in front of this stall soon enough, fingering the softness of the material with a far off look in her ice blue eyes. Her mind was on what sort of dress could be made with it. Something light and airy, easy movement for dancing. She wouldn't be able to make the garment herself, but surely she could con one of the Royal seamstresses into doing it...
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				Post by: <strong>Saphir</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 06:30:35</strong>
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				Today was a good day especially as the streets of the city were packed with cats busy buying and making their arrangements for the festivals to come in celebration of which child of the king would inherit the Sword of Omens and become the next ruler of the kingdom. Something Caraina really had no interest in at all. Perhaps she should have been more concerned over who would lay down the laws of her home, but eh. It all honesty, she didn't even feel like Thundera was a place she wanted to spend the rest of her life. That was one of the brighter sides of being a thief, she followed her own rules and could travel where ever she pleased without having to answer to anyone. So should one of the royal brat who inherited the sword do something idiotic to screw up the kingdom? Bye bye Thundera and off to another village she would go...<br><br>Down the streets she walks in a casual stroll nodding to all with a smile and felt content as they returned her silent greetings. She couldn't say it was a bad day. Moderate weather and a nice buzzing positive atmosphere amped up her natural cheery disposition. And it was just taken up another notch she the young cat walked past a female cat (http://i53.tinypic.com/2pqozr8.jpg), dressed fashionable in fine quality clothing and one was carrying a basket that contained an assortment of items. In particular was one that had caught the caracal's sky blue eyes.&nbsp; A beautiful blue scarf adorned with silver embroidered crescent moons across the fabric and gold trimming. Why that would go perfectly with her current outfit...she had to have it. As the girls stopped into a market stand that displayed precious jewelry on display, Caraina followed closely behind the girls. Thankfully in her current state of dress, no one questioned her motives. She just looked like the beautiful daughter of a wealthy household, a stark contrast in her true nature.<br><br>"Oh..." she approached the cat with the basket who had picked up a sapphire and white gold hear shaped broach. "That is gorgeous...what a lucky find." Caraina smiled approaching the others side s they both stared into the viewing mirror. <br><br>"Well, yes. It does look good. On me..." the other cat replied with a smug smile. " I think I will buy it. There's no one else in Thundera pretty enough to wear it...and I will just be a hit at the ball the palace will be holding soon."<br><br>"...A ball?"&nbsp; Caraina's brow arched. Now her attention had been caught. A ball at the palace would be the perfect place to gather a precious amount of loot from all those rich snobs thats have their noses turned up to high to even notice themselves being robbed. "Interesting..."<br><br>"Yes. Everyone important is going...I have to go. Because, well, once the prince sees my face, he'll be begging me for my hand and marriage. And then once he takes the throne, I will be his queen." the girl giggled as she continued to admire her reflection. "And I, Catsy,&nbsp; lived happily ever after~"<br><br>"...Aren't you the confident one..." Caraina forced back an eyeroll at this girl's, or Catsy as she stated her name to be,&nbsp; ludicrous plot for a crown. She couldn't have been serious about it. But then again, with some people these days, you never knew. "Plus, how do you know the prince will get the throne? The princess has an equal shot. What would you do if she got the throne?"<br><br>"...I guess it's good that I'm bi." Catsy replied nonchalantly. Caraina blinked at that answer. She wasn't prepared for that kind of bluntness. The caracal fought back her laughter with a few coughs, earning a glare from the new acquaintance. "Please...do not cough on me...I would like to remain in good health so that I may look my best that night." <br><br>"Right because I'm sure the princess is into that...plus two girls can't make an heir. " Caraina trailed off. She shrugged and offered another big smile. Yes, this bitch was crazy, but she was entertaining none the less. the thief found that rather amiable. "Well, good luck with your plotting to seduce royalty and all I guess..."<br><br>"I will remember you peasant when I ascend my throne." the other girl cat replied still viewing herself in the mirror with the broach. "Your support will not go unrewarded!"<br><br>"Uh...huh." Caraina nodded slowly backing away out of the market stand and making her way back into the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Now she remembered that there were always new crazies and interesting folk to meet in the kingdom, making life there a little more interesting. Weird as hell, but interesting nonetheless. The thief's tail moved from behind her and warped in it's clutches was the very blue scarf she had her eye on. Once again, another win for Caraina. " 'And I'm gonna marry the prince and be a queen~' "she mocked followed by a gigglesnort as she wrapped the scarf around her neck. "Some people just need help..." she mumbled, now approaching a stall selling silks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 12:56:07</strong>
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				The hustle and bustle of the city was general noise to anyone living here for a long time. They would be used to the constant tidal waves of sound crashing around them, it was a way of life. However the recent preparations for the Ceremony had driven everything up a notch, and now market sellers became energised, extra stalls had been set up along the town square, people were even selling costumes, and there were plenty of wooden-toy "Sword of Omens" being peddled to kits, waving them around in their paws eagerly.<br><br>It was among this milleiu of life and merchandise that the <em>other</em> noise began.<br><br>"Step right up! Step right up! Watch the legendary Orange Howler take on the strongest opponent in all of Cat's Lair! For only a couple of coins, you can see the risk-taking, danger-flirting, heartrate-exciting Tigrus the Maw fight his biggest challenge yet! Come one, come all, come spotted old-cats and keen little new-kits. Do you want to know if the Orange Howler still has it in him? Heck, I want to know if he's still got it in him! I don't even know if he's recovered from his last fight yet! Is the Orange Howler fully recovered, or is he walking straight to his bone-crunchy doom? Lace my paw with silver and you'll find out! Only here, only today! For a <em>very</em> limited time only..."<br><br>The diminuative figure had a powerful voice. Bob, the bobcat, was a small, wiry fellow with a nose for cash and a talent for getting it. He'd been Tigrus' fight promoter a year ago when he was still on the circuits, and had been the main pusher to get this fight together here, today. With all the extra people getting ready for the Ceremony, a good promoter knew when to do a bit of guerilla-advertising. As Bob said, "Nothing gets people ready to spend like a day fulla Royals."<br><br>Currently, in an impromptu ring set up with chunks of rock, wooden stakes and twine-y ropes, the first thing one would see is the cat-mountain. Pumal had gotten in late to the fights, which Bob cursed himself for. The huge, dappled-black-and-grey cat was a crowd draw, just for his size alone. Bob was determined to make up for it by getting Pumal out into fights like these, turn him into as big a cash-cow as possible. The puma's rippling shoulders narrowed to a V at the cat's waist that was still wider than most trees. Nothing covering him but a ragged loincloth (Bob said it would increase his "savage" feel) the gathering crowd had a plain view of this combatant's clear, ripped advantage.<br><br>The <em>other</em> combatant was better known to them. Tigrus, the Orange Howler, stood at the other end of the ring and flexed. Not wearing his infamous armour today (with the ring being so close to the crowd even Bob hadn't wanted to risk bringing weapons), the tiger prize-fighter was clad in an assembly of "glamour-bandages" as he called them, conveniently placed muscle supports, to make it look like he was still recovering from his previous wounds, but still <em>just</em> managed to reveal his bulging biceps, his rippling back muscles. Rus smiled at the growing numbers of his adoring public, some waving excitedly at him, some shaking their head and muttering.<br><br>Treating them all if they were the former, Rus flexed for them, his washboard chest exposed, the orange-and-white fur there bristling as the pumped-up abs underneath stretched to their master's whims. Now the discus-thrower, Rus pointed one arm out over the crowd and brought his other arm behind his head, as if he were throwing a grenade...<br><br>But he just grinned instead.<br><br>Now he aimed a fake high-kick over at his opponent, flicking his tail upwards as well to complete the gesture. Running his claws through his whiskers, he flicked them at Pumal in a gesture of contempt. Pumal said nothing. <br><br>"Silence is golden, big boy, and if that's the case I'm gonna be disgustingly rich at the end of this fight when you're on the floor and your golden silence pours forth from that big fat mouth...oh wait...I <em>am</em> disgustingly rich! Well, I'll just take those big plump whiskers as a reward. Say, reckon I can make a tech-radio out of those antennae, beefy boy? Maybe we can tune into I'MALOSER eff emm!"<br><br>Cue grin, thumbs-up to the crowd, quick muscle-flex.<br><br>Pumal twitched. And then, raising a claw, he pointed to Rus and in an impossibly deep, baritone growl; <strong>"I'm going to hurt you."</strong> <em>Pause</em>. <strong>"In the face."</strong><br><br>Bob smacked his furry forehead with the palm of his paw. Pumal looked out quickly over the heads of the crowd and gave a faint shrug at his promoter. He'd never been good at the smack-talk. He just wasn't aggressive enough.<br><br>Still, the crowd cheered their favourite and jeered their opponent. Things like; "I hope he rams that tail into your mouth so we don't have to hear any more of your shit, Orange Furball!" and "C'mon Howler, we wanna see the big guy fall!" and "Your time's up, Tigrus! Pumal's gonna <em>pummel</em> you!" and "Howler, my money's on you again! Don't let me down, my kits love you!"<br><br>As he posed and pointed and strutted, Rus felt a flash-back to his previous, slightly more glamorous fights. This wasn't them, things were different now, some of the glitz was gone and Rus felt jaded...<br><br>He was bought of out of his musings as a lacey pair of bright purple panties hit him full in the face.<br><br>"Woooo! The Howler can make <em>me</em> howl any time! Over here!"<br><br>Blinking and looking around, he saw a pair of clearly drunken ladykits waving excitedly and blowing kisses. "I wrote my name on the inside! We love youu!" <br><br>And, just like that, Tigrus, the Orange Howler, was back in his game.<br><br>Exagerrating a bow to the pair, he picked up the panties and made a show of tying them around his tail. Then, marching upto the rope wall that the girls were closest to, he took a readily extended paw and kissed it.<br><br>"A favour from my lady!" He shouted in an over-the-top posh accent. The crowd roared. Flexing his tail again to indicate the tied-on purple panties, he smiled at the noisy mob.<br><br>Bob nodded and grinned from his place in the crowd as more people pushed closer wanting to get a good view and handed over coins. Good old Tigrus. It was going to be a most affluent day for them all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 16:21:33</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lynx <br>Marketplace</strong></span></span><br><br>Lynx was weaving through the crowded marketplace, avoiding gaps between individuals that seemed too tight to risk squeezing by. It was a common trick of pick-pockets to be walking right behind those types people to dip a hand into a pocket and slide away like a breeze. He had a woven basket filled with two, three-foot mackerels. The fishermen had brought in quite the catch, and although he had to fight a few Cats to get to them, those items on the list were accomplished and there were still much more to acquire.<br><br>The look on Lynx’s face was unenthusiastic. His long, white ears were flat against his head and his eyelids half-lidded beneath furrowed brows. What he would give to receive an order from the king…it had been five years since the clerics were called to perform any duty, and unfortunately, their last mission was a failure. It hadn’t been just a failure of the clerics, but the entire kingdom for five years ago the queen gave her life in battle.<br><br>Now the ceremony was here. There was no competition for the throne. Even Lynx knew that Leona was sure to receive the Sword of Omen, but could she wield it? The sword would decide.<br><br>Just beyond the next pair of approaching shoulders, Lynx’s brown brows rose upon recognizing the white mane of a certain feline. The corner of Lynx’s mouth cocked in a smirk.<br><br><em>No way,</em> he thought in disbelief.<br><br>Quietly, Lynx lowered his stance and stole behind one of the jewelry tables. He crouched, his blue eyes gleaming beyond the edge of the table as he watched closely Tigria inspecting a silk cloth.<br><br><em>So there’s a woman in her after all.</em><br><br>Lynx’s lips stretched back into a mischievous, fang-filled smile. Darting from the table, he turned on his innocent and naïve kitchen lad persona. With the basket clutched in his paw, Lynx scampered over to Tigria.<br><br>“Hey Tigria! Whatcha’ <em>doin’</em>?” he said in a sing-song voice. He lingered to her left, stooped over and staring up into her face as though he had been peeking around her side. He then whirled over to the silk he had seen her paw and raked his fingers down the blue cloth. “Pretty! You should buy it. You should also buy that necklace. Oh, you know what you should buy? You should buy larger clothes. Your tits look just about ready to pop right out of that thing!”<br><br>It had been an exaggeration, but several male felines turned their heads to stare down the tigress, searching for the said billowing bosom.<br><br>Lynx was smiling just as cheerful as he walked backwards as she sauntered forward. Just a few stores down, the marketplace would open to the Town Square where a big fight was about to take place.
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				Post by: <strong>arikelillusion</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 00:36:47</strong>
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				On top of a tree, where able to see nearly the whole market down below, Leopnad was watching everyone who passed through town. Was soon noticed how everyone was excited about the big event that was to occur. One of the things that drew her attention and made a smile comes across her lips is when she saw that some females was buying all the most expensive and beautiful clothes or jewelry, probably in order to draw the attention of Prince. Looking from above all seemed like a good piece of a comedy to her.<br>Leopand would also get ready... in a couple of minutes. She wanted to enjoy the market a little more and maybe find something that will draw her attention. Hum... It was not a bad idea... Looking around, her body resting lay in a branch, she look at those stores and soon found something that pleased her.<br><br>With a quiet leap, she came down the tree that was lying towards the middle of the crowd. <em>They had not even realized I was up there ... funny ... </em> She though while settling and arranging her dress. Leopnad walked toward a tent that was specifically getting attention to her because of a red cloth that she had seen. <br>Leopnad had a small, slim body, but that did not cease to draw attention to her because of it. Her fur had a brightness that emphasized their small black markings and her hair that reached almost to his waist.<br><br>When she arrived at the cloth store and saw closely at the red cloths, she had no doubt and bought one.<em> I think I will wear for the ceremony. And I have the right neclkess to use with it... </em> she though smiling. Leopnad walked without a sound, her long tail dances with the same rhythm that your step. She had seen Tigria also looking at a fabric shop and thought about going to her greets her, but gave up when she saw Lynx coming to make her company. Leopnad liked the city so animated but it was not easy to find a quiet place with so many people. And that she did really not liked.<br><br>Walking between stores in the markert for some more time, she soon start to want a more quit place.&nbsp; <br>"I'll eat something, maybe look for a bracelet and go back to the castle..." decided.
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 02:18:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>~TIGRIA – Marketplace~</strong></em></div><br>She <em>had</em> been enjoying herself. She <em>had</em> actually managed to forget about things for a while. Forget that she hadn't had any Cleric duties in a long while. Forget that she hadn't been able to lose herself in a decent battle in so very long. Sometimes peace could set a cats canines on edge. She still had dance though, and she couldn't stop the gentle curl of an almost smile upon her mouth. Oh how she loved to dance. Setting herself and her mind apart from everything, and falling into the music and movement. It was something she could do to while away the time she spent alone, which happened to be a LOT of the time. Her wistful smile faded as she gazed in longing at the material she'd found. A new garment for the ceremony would be wonderful, even if no one noticed her...<br><br>...with a sharp snap reality slammed back into her by the face of Lynx wavering in her vision, smiling that shit-eating grin of his that he always had. Mortification swept in swiftly as in his always too loud voice proclaimed, she should buy the items she'd been looking at. Her soft smile fled lovely, seemingly gentle features, and cornflower eyes widened as his speech worked...LOUDLY....towards her chest. Her head would whip back and forth, seeing the glances that were being set her way, cats leering in her direction.<br><br>“ LYNX!! Shut UP!! Have you been watching me!? Why you little....”<br><br>Ah Lynx. What to say about him? He was really the only one she ever had any sort of connection with. They were both orphans, and they both were Clerics. Yet none knew of these things but each other. It bound them in a manner, bound them in a way no others could ever possibly understand, but sometimes, okay most times that didn't matter. Lynx managed to irritate her in any manner of ways, and he took such delight in embarrassing her at any given moment. And somehow, some way she allowed him to disconcert her every....SINGLE....time.<br><br>Oh and Lynx knew it. If she could blush her comely face would be bright red. Instead, her claws came out, and her ears laid back tight against her skull as she hissed at him. Her lithe body tensed, coiling like a spring as she readied to pounce upon him, even as he bounced backwards steps, snickering at her reaction. And pounce she did, taking after him like a shot, growling low as she raced to catch him. Indeed they were running right towards the Square where a cat was announcing an upcoming fight, but she didn't care. Her fight was with Lynx, and she planned on pummeling him all about his oh so funny head.<br><br>“COME HERE! You better hope I don't catch you...!”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 05:18:18</strong>
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				Cheetarik walked around the town square being swarmed by little kits and some young lady cats. Cheetarik smiled and laughed playing with the children, he towered high above most other cats and his bulk was FAR greater than almost every other cat. He WAS a Juggernaut after all and he lived the title well while in battle, but in everyday-to-day life Cheetarik was like every other cat. He stood and smirked seeing a beautiful white tigress and follows her into a jewelry store he browsed around and picked up a gem that looked like there was fire inside and smiled at it, when she left becoming extremely shy he couldn't help but smile. He bought the neckless she had been looking at and walked after the Tigress.<br><br>He was about to speak with the shy tiger when suddenly a boy started speaking loudly about her breasts and he sighed shaking his head while two nobles next to him whistled at the girl. "Hey baby! Nice tits!" One of the cats yelled at her and Cheetarik growled slamming the cat in the face with his fist, the cat feel outcold with a missing fang. He laughed to himself saying. "Oops..." Cheetarik stepped over the unconscious cat and followed after the attacking feline. Cheetarik walked after he in a straight line as people moved out of his way not wanting to get trampled. Cheetarik looked pissed but not as pissed as Tigria. He sighed catching up to the two, the giant cat moved in between the pissed off lady cat and Lynx. "Can you calm down, milady? Let us not cause a scene please. Besides I've been trying to give this to you..." He held up the gem and held it out to her.<br><br>He placed the gem in her hand and took his lute out and began to play trying to calm the crowd as they gathered around the three. "I'm sorry folks but can you move on? There is much to do before the festivities, and we all have things to do." He said waving the crowd off. The crowd slowly began returning to their normal day. "You know, for one so shy. You can certainly cause quite the scene if I do say so myself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 08:00:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lynx<br>The Marketplace</strong></span></span><br><br><br>A spout of startled and excited laughter left Lynx as he darted away as Tigria chased after him. He managed to maintain a tight hold on the fish that were flopping about in his basket. His clothes fluttered as they had before and with a show of great agility, Lynx zigzagged about the townsfolk who were leisurely crowding his path of escape. He turned a sapphire eye over his shoulder to see if the tigress was keeping up. If she hadn’t been slacking in Cougan’s training, she would have, and he enjoyed challenging her whenever he got the chance.<br><br>His eye glinted as he took in her bouncing chest. He didn’t see that often. When she was wrapped in her clerical robes or donning her battle armor, those breasts didn’t exist. Chuckling impishly behind a sly smile, he called, “Oh my, don’t run too hard now. They’ll bounce out of your top!”<br><br>“And catch me? You couldn’t catch a cold!”<br><br>Lynx slowed to a stop when a large cheetah stepped before his pursuer. He recognized the big cat immediately to be Cheetarik, The Juggernaut, the strongest cat in the kingdom. He didn’t doubt Tigria would recognize him—if she had done her homework. They were both secretly clerics after all but to this large warrior, he was a young boy—a kitchen lad, and Tigria possibly some woman. He smirked in amusement at the thought <em>some woman</em>.<br><br>Lynx watched as the soldier gifted Tigria the necklace she had been fondling earlier. So he had been watching her. His triangular ears stood erect, curving like blades with his black tufts presented. Unintentionally, he was able to eavesdrop on the commotion that was going on in the town square.<br><br><strong>Watch the legendary Orange Howler take on the strongest opponent in all of Cat’s Lair!</strong><br><br><em>Heh, right. I wonder who that could be?</em> Lynx thought. It obviously wasn’t Cheetarik since he was standing before him.<br><br>Bouncing before the big cat, Lynx gazed up at him with a beaming smile before he exclaimed, “Woah! It’s Cheetarik! What are you doing here? You gonna fight? That announcer in the square just said some other cat is the strongest, but we all know that you’re the strongest cat in…” He thrust his paws into the air to emphasize. “ALL of Cat’s Lair!”<br><br>Scampering around to Tigria’s side, he had to get back to work but he managed a slick smile. He peered over his shoulder at the soldier. “So be gentle with Tigria, eh?” He then went on his merry way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 20:54:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Outside of The Cat's Lair, The Outer Courtyard</strong></span></span><br><br>The massive stone double doors to the Cat's Lair interior were wide open, welcoming guests and deliveries in an expedited fashion.&nbsp; Leona pulled her dark gray cape over her light armor, covering it completely, as she walked into the warm embracing sun of the The Cat's Lair <strong>Outer Courtyard</strong>.&nbsp; Between the Outer Courtyard and the beginnings of the <strong>Marketplace </strong>was a guarded wall.&nbsp; A few kits ran about the marching soldiers in the courtyard, taking no heed of her presence.&nbsp; She smiled as she threw the cape's hood over her head, covering parts of her crimson mane.&nbsp; A group of nearby subjects greeted her in an excited fashion and she returned the greeting with a warm smile.&nbsp; The scenery was more of a mess than usual but she could hardly complain about the festivities.&nbsp; Taking in the courtyard the the bustling Marketplace just outside its walls, she felt her spirit roused by all the suspense in the air.<br><br>She mentally checked herself over as she waited for Leonaar to prepare for their stroll around the city. It was one thing to enter a town that was celebrating, it was another to enter a town that was celebrating for <em>you and your brother</em>.&nbsp; The subtle scent of baked pies from the Marketplace cut her line of thought as her tail fur stood on end at the thought of fresh, flaky, hot pastries.&nbsp; She enviously eyed where the scent was coming from-- a small kitten, running around the courtyard with dirty paw of cherry pie.&nbsp; She checked, somewhat impatiently, behind her again to see what Leonaar was doing.<br><br>Turning around, she saw two off duty soldiers passing by.&nbsp; They gave her a respectful nod but they seemed eager to get along somewhere.&nbsp; The more slender of the two pushed his buddy as he passed her.&nbsp; Her ears picked up a smattering of their conversation.&nbsp; "The<em> Orange Howler</em> is in the Town Square and is going to take on-..."<br><br>Leona blinked as cheering from beyond the Marketplace met her ears and distracted her from her eavesdropping.&nbsp; So Rus was already reveling in the day's action-packed festivities, she smirked and chuckled to herself.&nbsp; After grabbing a pie, she knew nothing was going to stop her from seeing a few knucklehead Cats beat at each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arikelillusion</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 14:30:52</strong>
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				Leopnad was walking around the market when her hearing got something that caught her attention. <em>A battle? interesting ...</em> Taking a turn, began to head to the town square. <em>A chance to see the great Orange Howler in action...</em> With that thought she giggled to herself, a smile crossing her face.<br><br>Reaching the location where the fights would occur, Leopnad realized she was not the only one who would like to see. The place was getting more crowded with every step she took. While walking, from a distance she sighted Linx and curiosity grew inside. Giving a fast pace, the little package she carried with red cloth stuck under her little arm, soon reached Linx stopping beside he. <strong>Linx! </strong> Called. <strong>I thought you were with Tiger. She will not come watch the fights?</strong> Soon as she finished speaking, Leopnad realized a chance to sneak through a crowd of cats that would probably take her to a privileged vision. Looking from one side to another just hope that they would get distract a little bit more so she could get closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 20:38:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tigrus<br>Town Square</strong></span><br><br>Oblivious to the personal goings on around his position, the to-ing and fro-ing between clerics and chatting between other cats, the huge cheetah, oblivious even to the smart cat whom had taken a tree-top view of the city, Rus continued to pose with his prize.<br><br>It was as he flexed his tail for the umpteenth time that Pumal pounced. <br><br>Lunging in whilst Rus had his back turned, the huge puma grabbed his grinning orange opponent by the shoulders and flung him to the ground, earning an earnest "Ooooooh" from the crowd. Bob leapt on the moment triumphantly as the fight began.<br><br>"Oh and would you look at that! Our large friend doesn't want to mince his words any longer and opens up with a sly floor-throw on the Orange Howler! How will our chatty catty take that I wonder!"<br><br>Rus winced on the floor and slowly got to his feet. Above him, Pumal towered over, and grinned at the crowd, showing his shiny fangs in a rare display of emotion. Rus seemed pained as he rose, pushing himself up on his arms, his orange biceps bulging from their bandages as the tiger got up off the floor. Pumal grinned further at the sight of Rus straining himself to his feet, his whiskers bent on one side. <br><br><strong>"Apparantly you ARE out of sh-"</strong><br><br>Quick as a flash, Rus launched a savage kick to Pumal's side. Surprise caused the huge cat to bow to the attack, leaving the clearly-unhurt Rus to grab his head and perform a shoulder-drop on the huge cat, a muffled grunt eminating from Rus's flame-coloured shoulder.<br><br>Bob winced as the crowd began to holler loudly in enthusiasm. These kind of fights were staged to a point, but the fighters had to have leeway in order to make it look realistic. Pumal was no stranger to giving out and receiving pain, but he was new to the kind of tricks that Rus was so used to from his time spent on the cage circuit. Bob shrugged and supposed the big cat deserved it for his sly opening move.<br><br>Rus wasn't giving Pumal a chance to recover, knowing that if he did the fight would soon be over. They hadn't agreed on a winner, thinking that the guard would break up the fight before a conclusion could be wrought, making the crowd hungry to see (and pay!) for a rematch elsewhere. Knowing this, the wily Orange Howler pummelled his opponent, a barrage of kicks and running punches to keep his heavier opponent in one place. Although the blows glanced (nearly) painlessly off Pumal's massive arms and boulder-like shoulders, the crowd were baying. And that was all Rus cared about.<br><br>"Never-interrupt-a cat...when he's...flirting!" Each word was punctuated with a blow. With Pumal in a defensive stance, Rus quickly took the oppurtinity to run to one side of the ring.<br>"Quickly. Sketch a picture. It'll go for thousands." Rus flashed a winning smile, showing his slick shiny-white canines whilst Pumal slowly got to his feet behind him. Knowing full well he had scant seconds, Rus was about to turn and recieve Pumal's renewed attack when something caught his eye.<br><br>At first he thought it was a small tree being lifted, but only then did Rus distinguish Cheetarik's massive form. Flicking a glance over at his opponent and pointed out of the ring.<br><br>"Hey boulder-face. You're not the biggest guy in Cat's Lair at all, s'probably why I'm having such an easy time with you. THAT guy over there is the biggest guy! And I bet he could wipe the floor with you just as easily, too. But..." &nbsp;<br><br>Rus turned back to the confused audience-member who was bravely trying to draw a picture as requested. The flashy tiger winked. "...not with as much damned <em>style</em>."<br>Without turning round he ducked <em>just</em> in time to avoid a massive clothes-line from Pumal, slipping underneath the grey-black pipe of an arm as it sailed over Rus's head, the Orange Howler blowing kisses to the crowd as he limbo'd under his opponent's attack whilst the purple panties still flew like some hilarious flag from his tail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 20:45:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121101.msg5315091#msg5315091">Quote from: VNConsort on 08-10-2011, 20:54:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Outside of The Cat's Lair, The Outer Courtyard</strong></span></span><br><br>The massive stone double doors to the Cat's Lair interior were wide open, welcoming guests and deliveries in an expedited fashion.&nbsp; Leona pulled her dark gray cape over her light armor, covering it completely, as she walked into the warm embracing sun of the The Cat's Lair <strong>Outer Courtyard</strong>.&nbsp; Between the Outer Courtyard and the beginnings of the <strong>Marketplace </strong>was a guarded wall.&nbsp; A few kits ran about the marching soldiers in the courtyard, taking no heed of her presence.&nbsp; She smiled as she threw the cape's hood over her head, covering parts of her crimson mane.&nbsp; A group of nearby subjects greeted her in an excited fashion and she returned the greeting with a warm smile.&nbsp; The scenery was more of a mess than usual but she could hardly complain about the festivities.&nbsp; Taking in the courtyard the the bustling Marketplace just outside its walls, she felt her spirit roused by all the suspense in the air.<br><br>She mentally checked herself over as she waited for Leonaar to prepare for their stroll around the city. It was one thing to enter a town that was celebrating, it was another to enter a town that was celebrating for <em>you and your brother</em>.&nbsp; The subtle scent of baked pies from the Marketplace cut her line of thought as her tail fur stood on end at the thought of fresh, flaky, hot pastries.&nbsp; She enviously eyed where the scent was coming from-- a small kitten, running around the courtyard with dirty paw of cherry pie.&nbsp; She checked, somewhat impatiently, behind her again to see what Leonaar was doing.<br><br>Turning around, she saw two off duty soldiers passing by.&nbsp; They gave her a respectful nod but they seemed eager to get along somewhere.&nbsp; The more slender of the two pushed his buddy as he passed her.&nbsp; Her ears picked up a smattering of their conversation.&nbsp; "The<em> Orange Howler</em> is in the Town Square and is going to take on-..."<br><br>Leona blinked as cheering from beyond the Marketplace met her ears and distracted her from her eavesdropping.&nbsp; So Rus was already reveling in the day's action-packed festivities, she smirked and chuckled to herself.&nbsp; After grabbing a pie, she knew nothing was going to stop her from seeing a few knucklehead Cats beat at each other.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Leonaar hurried out with his own Cloak, the hood hiding his mane but showing some of his face. "Alright sis, let's go have some fun.. where do you wanna go first?" Of course his keen ears heard the calls for fights and he knew his sister would want to go there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saphir</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 03:53:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Caraina</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-size: 17pt;" class="bbc_size">Market/Town Square</span></strong></div><br>Caraina paused in her stroll outside the silk stand watching a lynx now in pursuit by a white tigress who seemed to be very vexed towards him. The caracal smiled and giggled to herself having herd bits and pieces of their conversation. Him drawing unwanted attention to her and her just wanted to tear her claws into him to repay the favor. Yep this day was getting more interesting by the minute. The thief recognized the lynx. She'd seen him quite a few times buying things at the market and by quite a few times, I mean all the time. She found him to be rather attractive....it was just ashame that lovely face of his was about to be torn off. Or so she believed.<br><br>She slinked around, following the two, who were soon joined by a female leopard and then a rather large and muscular cheetah, who had taken an interest in the white tigress to calm her down. It wasn't until she saw the cheetah handing over a gorgeous necklace to the white tigress. Caraina bit her lip with a silent squeak. Sapphires...that necklace had sapphires. Those were like her crack rocks when it came to thievery. She could never just let them slip by without attempting to snag them...and this time wouldn't be any different. She needed a plan. Or she didn't really have time for a plan. She had to wing this and fast before the opportunity was lost! She knew how to get close without being suspicious. Hell if it could allow her to get close to the lynx guy, even better. She would just have to make a hasty break for it.<br><br>So she strolled along, faking a stumble and found herself bumping into the lynx fellow. A bashful smile and a small wave, she greeted the cat and nodded to the female leopard as well.&nbsp; "I'm sorry about that. I lost my footing...I'm such a clutz." she apologized glancing up at him. She took note of his eyes, a deep blue and sparking like those sapphires that were soon to be hers. She burred a bit, her tail swaying to and fro behind her. "So you're shopping again...hope you've found all the ingredients you needed...' she said looking down at his basket. "I hope you'll invite me to have some of your dinner one day..." giving a light laugh she had slowly began backing up, this time towards the cheetah and the tigress.&nbsp; As much as she wanted to stay and flirt, she still had a necklace to snatch. "I should be on my way. Hope to see you again soon...."&nbsp; she turned moving forward hastily and found herself bumping "accidentally" into the white tigress.&nbsp; Caraina played it off shaking her head and stared back to the other female cat with an award winning apologetic look. "Ugh, again. I'm such an idiot. I need to see where I'm going more often. I'm so sorry..." she said. She turned to stare up at the cheetah for a moment. That was one huge mofo that she didn't need grabbing her...she had to be careful. And just wait for the right moment...<br><br>"There she is! That's the one who stole my scarf!" <br><br>Caraina's ears twitched as she and many others in the crowd followed to see where exactly the yelling had come from. "Oh poo sticks..." the caracal sighed. It was Catsy and she had brought at least 6 cougar patrol guards with her. Now she really had to nip this in the bud....<br><br>"She stole my scarf! I need that scarf! It's pretty and I need it to look sexy for the prince!" Catsy cried, of course gathering stares and raised brows from others in the crowd. Even the guards had to blink on that one. "Don't just stand there, morons! Get her!"<br><br>"Well...this is just silly. I have no time for accusations and definitely not any prosecutions, so I should really be going." Caraina said moving forward. She made a lunge for the tigress' necklace, but Catsy's shrill scream caused the caracal to fumble and miss. That cat <em>really</em> needed a muzzle.<br><br>"She's at it again! Get her! Lock her away! Off with her head!" Catsy cried while the guards had begun to give chase and Caraina knew she wouldn't get far with the streets being as crowded as they were on this day. <br><br>"Damn..." she threw one last glance at the necklace...and she had already been found out. She would have to swallow her pride and accept failure. It only happened every once and awhile. But&nbsp; she'd be damn if that wench of a cat, Catsy, would get this scarf back. Caraina had grown quite attached in the short time she had acquired it. "Exiting stage right now...later cats and kits~!" The caracal used her strong legs to leap and scamper up on top of a hut and began her getaway across the tops of the market stands weaving in and out of the festival banners and whatever obstacles lay in her way. Once she had gotten to the towns square, she threw a glance back over her shoulders, noting that the guards were attempting to bulldoze their way through the streets. <br><br>"Oh, give it up boys~ You'll never lay hands on this pussy~" she teased blowing a wink and kiss to further taunt them. Of course, she ran out of huts and roofs to run on as she reached the square. The thief took a daring leap out into the crowd surrounding the battle ring and elegantly, Caraina used the shoulders and heads of the cats, practically leaping like a ballerina while ignoring the grunts, cursing and yelling of those who she used as her literal stepping stones to freedom. Yet another obstacle lay in her way as she found herself&nbsp; face to face with the fighting ring that contained the Orange Howler and Pumal. The thief took one last daring leap from a spectator's head and made a 3 point landing in the ring behind Tigrus. His tailed waved, swatting the caracal in her face with the purple panties that flagged from it.<br><br>"....Ew." she grumped wiping a free paw to her face and then looked up to see the two larger and male cats. "...I just got bitch-slapped by The Orange Howler's tail with some skank's dirty panties tied to it..." she said deadpanned. "I'll have to reconsider my membership in the Orange Howl Club now..."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 05:04:00</strong>
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				Panthrix moved through the town square thirty minutes later, feeling thoroughly satisfied, at least for the moment.&nbsp; The serving girl had gone on her way, her cheeks rosier than when she'd encountered the mercenary, a lightness in her step that the panther noted with a grin.&nbsp; Now, he moved through the city, toward the square, eying the amateur wrestling match that was going on in the ring.&nbsp; It seemed that the ridiculously-titled Orange Howler was at it again, the mock battle between he and the Puma making everyone in the crowd go crazy with wanton lust for violence.<br><br>The mercenary shook his head at the sight, his disdain clearly written upon his features.<br><br>As he edged his way toward the back of the crowd, he hooked his thumbs into the wide leather swordbelt at his waist.&nbsp; He watched the 'battle' for a long moment, scoffing at the spectacle of it all.&nbsp; This wasn't battle...this wasn't even a fight.&nbsp; True combat was something that the panther excelled at, something he had made his entire profession out of.&nbsp; Well, that, and an extensive network of spies and thieves who lined his coffers with gold.&nbsp; But for someone to be so blatant in their 'skills' bothered the mercenary so much that he almost considered joining the ring to drag the cheetah out of there with his bare paws.<br><br>Almost.<br><br>Sighing, the mercenary turned his attention to the crowd.&nbsp; As he studied them, he ignored their cat-calls, and the urge to mock them for their foolishness.&nbsp; As he was about to turn to go, however, his lavender eyes fell on two cloaked figures, trying vainly to make their way toward the arena without drawing attention.&nbsp; Smirking, the panther made his way around the milling throng of onlookers, towards the pair.<br><br>Coming around behind the duo, his paw moved out, falling on each of their shoulders, and spinning them around to face him, a mocking grin on his face.<br><br>"Imagine my surprise, prince and princess, to see the two of you <em>trying</em> to be discreet.&nbsp; Does your father know you're out here?&nbsp; And don't you have a ceremony to prepare for?"&nbsp; He eyed the prince first, but his lingering displeasure fell on Leona thereafter.&nbsp; She should know better, the princess the brighter and more responsible of the two.&nbsp; "Come now.&nbsp; You don't want to be here, anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 06:55:43</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Marketplace<br></span></span></strong><br>"I missed breakfast so let us rectify that first," Leona said while sparing her brother a rare wink.&nbsp; Together they walked down out of the Outer Courtyard and into the <strong>Marketplace</strong>, dodging oncoming traffic for the palace.&nbsp; Leona knew Leonaar would not stray far from her so she did not check to see if he accompanied her side.&nbsp; The busy crowd thinned out as they entered the stalls and stores of the Marketplace, but still people piled around the vendors.&nbsp; Naturally she kept an eye on who noticed her and did not, looking for any signs of The Nine with long, languid glances of the scene before her.&nbsp; She picked her way to a rather busy stand under a gently billowing, purple covering.&nbsp; The long wooden stand, filled with warm pastries, was situated in front of a Breads Shop which was also packed with Cats.&nbsp; From out of the shop's open door, an aproned lady cat, with white fur, carrying a fresh tray of pastries came over to the stall.&nbsp; Leona recognize her as a side cook in the Lair's kitchens, but was not very surprised to see her out at the Marketplace.&nbsp; It was a good chance to gain extra coin by helping out with the influx of Cats due to the celebration.<br><br>Leona made her way over just as the white Cat set the tray down, steam rising from the braided sweetbread.&nbsp; She waited patiently as a kitten raced over to the stall with two copper coins in hand.&nbsp; By the look of the kitten's light green pants, his mother would definitely be having a word with him by the day's end.&nbsp; She cracked a smile when he turned around and looked up at her, half of his sweetbread already in his mouth.&nbsp; At the same time the white cat looked at her with panicked recognition, even mewling in surprise.&nbsp; Leona placed her finger to her lips with a playful grin.&nbsp; The little kitten looked curiously up at her as he continued to chew on his sweetbread, as if he was trying to figure out where he had seen Leona before.&nbsp; <br><br>The Princess offered the lowest denomination coin she had, and raised two fingers to show how many she wanted.&nbsp; Still making flustered noises, the white cat patted at her apron in an anxious fashion.&nbsp; "Let me at least get you fresh ones!"<br><br>"These will do, my Lady.&nbsp; I just saw you bring them out," said Leona, chuckling softly.&nbsp; Almost reluctantly, on the white feline's behalf, did the exchange happen.&nbsp; She took great care in wrapping two pastries for the Princess and then fussed over the change.&nbsp; Leona was used to the awkward moments, especially when she arrived out of nowhere unannounced.&nbsp; She walked further down the Marketplace road, seeing Leonaar in the distance, near the Town Square.&nbsp; She unwrapped a pastry, careful not to get her fingers sticky with the warm, sugar glaze.&nbsp; She could not restrain licking her lips before biting down on the very warm dough, sweet fruit filling spilling out.&nbsp; Leona reveled in the taste as she walked down the road, now completely oblivious to what was around her.&nbsp; <br><br>Once she reached Leonaar near the Town Square, she tossed the second pastry at him.&nbsp; For a moment she contemplated keeping it for herself but many kitten years of <em>'sharing is caring, Leona'</em> chimed in her head.&nbsp; She stood next to Leonaar, taking in the rest of the Marketplace as she consumed the rest of her treat.&nbsp; Finishing her pastry, she licked her index finger and refocused on what there was to do next.&nbsp; Her tail swayed eagerly under her cloak as her pointed ears rustled under her hood, listening.&nbsp; The commotion was much louder now that they were closer to the Town Square.&nbsp; There was an unusually large number of Cats crowded together.&nbsp; She squinted to see across the Town Square and throngs of Cats to see a raised ring and a hulking orange cat that could only be Rus.&nbsp; She should have known he would be trying to hype a crowd to profit big-time with a handful of other cats.&nbsp; <br><br>She nudged Leonaar and tilted her head in the direction of the <strong>Town Square</strong>.&nbsp; With a teasing tone reserved for him, she said,&nbsp; "Is that Tigrus?&nbsp; Perhaps you should get in the ring with him, Leo."<br><strong><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Town Square</span></span></strong><br><br>Leona was drawn closer to the ring, hoping to be within hearing distance or at least a better spot.&nbsp; She could nearly make out Rus's boisterous calls, fully confirming that it was more of a match of the wits and show rather than a true test of strength.&nbsp; She felt disappointed but the electrifying energy around her kept her from caring for long.&nbsp; <br><br>A heavy paw fell upon her shoulder and before she could crouch and retaliate, the paw grabbed her and gave her a turn around.&nbsp; Her hand was on her shortblade beneath her cloak as she confronted her assailant.&nbsp; Black fur, almost a midnight blue under the direct sunlight, filled her entire vision.&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes at the panther and gently removed his hand from her shoulder as he spoke, <strong>"Imagine my surprise, prince and princess, to see the two of you trying to be discreet.&nbsp; Does your father know you're out here?&nbsp; And don't you have a ceremony to prepare for? ....Come now.&nbsp; You don't want to be here, anyway."</strong><br><br>"Do try and remember who you are touching, Panthrix." She said in a sarcastic tone, taking a step back from the agile cat, putting distance between them.&nbsp; Leona eyed Panthrix, recalling his services to her father and several occasions where they drank among comrades in the City's taverns. She had not seen him in some time but she had also been increasingly busy with new responsibilities.&nbsp; <br><br>"We weren't <em>trying</em> to be discreet," she gritted out when she realized at least two other nearby cats had picked up on their presence.&nbsp; Most of the people seemed to be fairly distracted with their day though.&nbsp; Leona pushed back her cloak revealing her light casual armor and white and green garb, the royal insignia etched into her belt. <br><br>"Besides," she continued with an arrogant smirk, still hooded, "I am here to make sure cats, like yourself, do not engage in excessive tomfoolery."<br><br>Speaking of such, Leona's face filled with a quizzical look as she saw a small female dash swiftly through the crowd.&nbsp; Above the noise of the Town Square, she heard the baritone of a guard's yelling.&nbsp; "What the..." Leona watched in amazement as the female caracal used the horde of cats surrounding the fighting ring as a running platform and then jump into the ring next to Rus.&nbsp; Throwing Panthrix and her brother an incredulous glance, she stepped towards the fighting ring to get down to business. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 20:18:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tigrus<br>Town Square, in the ring</strong></span><br><br>Rising quickly to his feet to block an elbow from Pumal and dodged a swiping left-hook that, given the <em>whoosh</em> of air as it sailed an inch over his head, felt to Rus that it could have taken said furry head clean off. As he backed off rapidly from his towering opponent, he felt his tail bat into something, and that something made a noise. Several noises. In front of him, Pumal's grey eyes had gone wide in confusion. <br><br>Rus took a chance and whipped his head around quickly, relying on the big cat's lack of subtelty for this to be a trick. <br><br>He was rewarded with the sight of, what seemed to Rus, a tablecloth. A very pretty tablecloth, with fancy patterns and bulgy sleeves, and an equally pretty cleavage...<br><br>It was only when Rus realised that said tablecloth was batting his panty-wielding tail out of its face that this was in fact a ladykit, and she had somehow appeared in the ring.<br><br>Whipping his head round to where Bob should be in the crowd, Rus's wide blue eyes demanded an explanation, expecting this to be some kind of publicity stunt on the small bobcat's part. Finding his short promoter, who was shaking his head and looking equally as baffled, Rus then heard the lusty roar of the crowd pick up a gear again at the arrival of the fancily-clad girl into the ring.<br><br>Clapping his open muzzle shut with a <em>click</em>, Rus gave up on logic and operated on the most reliable instinct he had.<br><br>His vanity.<br><br>"Did you say Howler club? I'm always pumped to meet my fans...usually they aren't as forward as this, though, kid."<br><br>That earned a brief laugh from a few of the crowd. Rus had bought himself some time.<br><br>"Here, gimme that scarf, I'll sign it for ya if you want. Where was that guy drawing the sketch? Or if there's anything else you want signed..." Rus didn't need to wink. One quick look upto the closest guy in the crowd earned him the snigger he was looking for.<br><br>Pumal, meanwhile, was standing around looking completely clueless. There had been no mention of a show-stopper halfway through the fight, but the Orange Howler was taking it all in his stride as if this was the plan all along and Pumal hadn't got the memo. The big cat scowled, relying on the best instinct that <em>he</em> had.&nbsp; <br><br>His strength. <br><br>Seizing Rus when his back was turned for the second time in the fight, the huge cat's dappled-grey biceps bulged monstrously as he lifted the yelping tiger off his feet, away from Caraina, although Rus still had Catsy's scarf in his paw. He'd been looking for a pencil.<br><br>Quickly, Rus squirmed out of Pumal's grip in the air, and slid down the puma's back in a slapstick-comedy esque manner. Scurrying underneath Pumal's tree-trunk shins, he caused the big cat to look this way and that as he got to his feet again, slamming his shoulder into Pumal from behind and putting the huge cat off-balance for a couple of seconds.<br><br>Turning quickly to Caraina, he scooped up the young caracal, grabbing her by her slim waist and the backs of her knees. Rus's own biceps tensed and spasmed underneath Caraina's legs as the Orange Howler twisted his hips, picking up the momentum to toss the slight Caraina straight at Pumal.<br><br>"You wanna throw people around?! Should have no problem catching this! Hot...hot...hot potato...<strong>hooooo</strong>!"<br><br>His turn completed, Rus's taut muscles released their energy and Rus released his grip on the blue-dressed girl, sending her flying through the air straight at Pumal. The crowd gasped collectively.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 22:13:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>~TIGRIA/Marketplace/Town Square~</strong></em></div><br><em>“And catch me? You couldn’t catch a cold!”</em><br><br>Lynx's parting shot had her gearing up for a&nbsp; pounce, ready to snatch an ear in a tight paw grip because oh yes, she was <em>that</em> close. It had also managed to bring a smile to her mouth, delight at the simple chase she was giving. But once again luck was with the little brat as the looming figure of Cheetarik spilled into her vision, and Tigria would pull up just short of wrapping her paws around his haughty little neck. All in good fun of course. Sky blue eyes would watch as a massive fist met the face of an offending shit-talker, and she found herself quite caught up in the spectacle of the huge Cheetah sauntering towards her. Almond eyes would blink as he came to tower over her, asking her to calm down, his mighty paw moving out to open for her, and show within the necklace she had been looking at earlier.<br><br>Lynx was being...well Lynx, nice and loud and proud, bouncing around, spewing on about Cheetarik's strength, knowing full well that the attention of the crowd and the huge cat before her would have her frozen. Crowds, attention directed her way was so NOT her forte. But the offering of such pretty jewels, this brought a purr followed quickly by a soft yelp. A paw came up to cover her mouth, her ears drooping as eyes widened, gazing up at Cheetarik in mortification as Lynx told the hulking cat to 'be gentle with her'.<br><br>“You're going to pay for this Lynx, I swear...and I hope your fish spoils..!” A parting shot would be given Lynx which she knew he would very well hear, even over the howls of the nearby crowd, the call to witness the Orange Howler in all his wondrous glory. In fact she heard the Howler proclaim to his opponent that Cheetarik was most <em>definitely</em> the largest cat in all the Lair. How true. <br><br>A step back would be taken from the mountain of a cat, her embarrassment very obvious, as she began shaking her head back and forth. She would shift from leg to leg, a sure sign that she was ready to flee the situation, even as she began to stammer. “ I...oh I couldn't. I mean you're sweet!..and nice..but it's so expensive..but really..it..it's too much..!” A canine worked her lower lip as she gazed at the beauty of the sapphires before her in longing, knowing that accepting such a gift wouldn't be right, no matter how bad she wanted it. A paw came up to smooth white hair over a shoulder, about to proclaim again that he was really very sweet, but she just couldn't, when she was jostled, she was bumped, she was...touched.<br><br>Her demeanor changed instantly. The shy tigress washed away in a quick moment, blue eyes snapping down to glare at the floofy little caracal who now blinked innocently up at her, apologies spilling forth in a sickeningly sweet manner. Oh but Tigria saw the flick of the little kits eyes towards the necklace Cheetarik still held. She witnessed the tension thrumming through the Caraina, and knew right away what the small cat was up to. Tigria wasn't a Cleric for nothing. Claws slid out as her mouth curled into a snarl, ready to snatch the annoying little kit up in her capable paws until a shriek tore through the crowd. Tigria's head whipped up, seeing a female cat tearing through the throng with guards in tow, yelling to grab up the caracal. Caraina was already tensing again, spewing out more words that didn't matter, and Tigria knew that it was time to just let the action of others run their course, as well as take as much attention off herself as possible. Looking again to Cheetarik, the warrior that had surfaced so swiftly drained away once again, and she offered him a sheepish grin as her mind worked on how to get out of the current situation.<br><br>“ Really...um...it's real nice of you, but I can't take such an expensive gift...it...um..goes against my upbringing? Yeah...that....how about we just go watch the fight instead? Hey..maybe you could take on the Howler!” As she was speaking she was moving through the crowd, nearing the ring, and turning her attention to Rus and his antics, and now...the flighty caracal as well. Somehow she had made her way into the ring with the fighters, and as she watched, Rus grabbed up Caraina to whip her around and toss her at Pumal. Her own howl of delight mingled with that of the gathered crowd, glancing over her shoulder to urge Cheetarik to join in the fray, until her gaze captured another sight. Panthrix was at the edge of the congregation, his meaty paws on the shoulders of two kits. Twins....and one was coming through the gathered cats towards the ring...<br><br>...oh no...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 23:22:32</strong>
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				[to make up for my fail of a post from before, I shall now post this very very nice post ^^] [DD I couldn't think of anything to edit that with, but I swear that won't happen again &gt;.&lt;]<br><br>Leonaar smiled as his sister brought him a very nice tasting pastry. "oooh, sis this is so good." At his sister's words of fighting in the arena He just about choked on his food. "ahh, Leona you know darn good and well I couldn't do that!" He yelled, clapping a hand over his mouth after he had spoken. As Panthrix put a hand on his shoulder he blushed quite a bit and moved to remove it. "Greetings Panthrix, I hope the day treats you well indeed." He said, keeping his hood up.<br><br>As the commotion hit his ears, they twitched and he tilted his head. "What on earth is happening there sister? Perhaps something fun.. shall we go see?" He said, following her to the arena itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 05:49:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ΘCheetarik/ Marketplace/ Town SquareΘ</span><br><br>Cheetarik shook his head slghtly as he hear Lynx's comment. 'Be gentle with her'? Did the Lynx know this tigress so well that he could make comments like that? He pondered their relationship before her words hit him over the crowd. He bowed his head apologeticly. "I apologize for interupting your revenge on that lynx. . . But I must ask, is getting in a fight with him really worth dungeon time? He sighed and frowned as Tigria rejected his gift, he saw that look of longing in her eyes as she stared at the neckles. Cheetarik was taken back a bit when he looked down at the little kit that bumped into him. Her words kind of blatted on in his ears, he hardly heard her over the crowd but noticed how tense she was.<br><br>As he heard the shriek of a noble woman yelling for a stolen scarf followed by about six guards trying to push their way threw the crowd. He yanked his hand closed as Cariana grabbed at it. He looked at her oddly as she ran into the ring and jumped on stage being batted by tiger. Cheetarik chuckled slightly. Cheetarik's attention grinned at Tigria as she covered her mouth for the second time. The warrioress' shyness struck Cheetarik as cute. He smiled widely as she sheepishly grinned at him. He forced back the urge to said something about her being cute. He frowned slightly as she rejected the gift for being expensive and then wanted to see the fight. The fights didn't really amuse him it just bored him. He followed her to the fights.<br><br>When she howled in delight as the little theif was thrown at the puma. He sighed and walked up next to her throwing coinage at the bobcat to pay for the tickets. Cheetarik smirked and tied the neckles around Tigria's neck. "I insist, and I wont take no for and answer." He smiled until she said he should join in the fight. He shrugged and looked past the fight and saw the two cloaked figures, know full well who they were. As the panther put his hands on the two he growled lowly. "Damned arrogent mercs." His fists clinched as he watched them. He sighed slightly as the two made their way towards the fighting and away from the damned panther. Cheetarik turned his attention to Tigria. "I'll join this fight if you'll honor me with being my date to the up coming celebrations." He smiled at her and winked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 21:58:15</strong>
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				<strong>Lynx<br>The Marketplace</strong><br><br><strong>You're going to pay for this Lynx, I swear...and I hope your fish spoils!</strong><br><br>Lynx grinned impishly and remarked over his shoulder, "If it spoils, you're still eating it."<br><br>He was then jostled by a young woman. She had made his white mane flare with disturbance. It had been the one action he had been trying to avoid. Clearly, she was a thief. It was the oldest trick in the book.<br><br><em>Damn you Tigria,</em> he thought. As the caracal began saying her "lines," ones she's probably practiced many times before, Lynx was checking his clothes, sliding his hands into his pockets and secretly feeling about his gear beneath his kitchen lad outfit.<br><br><strong>So you're shopping again...hope you've found all the ingredients ou needed...</strong><br><br>Lynx glanced up from his clothes to gaze at the young cat. So she had been watching him...did he have a stalker? His ears folded back against his head as he suddenly felt the situation to be rather awkward yet she continued to speak casually as though what she had said wasn't socially discomforting.<br><br>"Not exactly," he replied sheepishly.<br><br><strong>I hope you'll invite me to have some of your dinner one day...</strong><br><br>"Well, if you come to the ceremony, you can have all the food you want."<br><br><strong>I should be on my way. Hope to see you again soon.</strong><br><br>Indeed. He would have to look out for her. A spy being spied on was just too strange. Lynx shrugged and started back toward the markets when he noticed Leopnad jogging toward him.<br><br><strong>Lynx!</strong><br><br>Lynx smiled brightly as he raised his paw to wave her down. "Hey!"<br><br><strong>I thought you were with Tiger! She will not come watch the fights?</strong><br><br>Lowering his hand he directed a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to Tigria and Cheetarik.<br><br>"She's with her new boyfriend. I'm sure they'll be heading there soon. I don't have time to hang around and enjoy the festivities. I AM apart of the kitchen staff. I've been fighting Cats for the town's best all day and these fish need to be put on ice as soon as possible!" he explained. The more he thought about it, the more he felt compelled to hurry. He was slacking.<br><br><strong>There she is! That's the one who stole my scarf!</strong><br><br>Lynx peered over his shoulder, his ears perking at all the commotion. <em>Heh, I was right. What an amateur</em>, he mused as a smirk cocked the corner of his mouth. "Hey, Nady, I'll catch you around another time. I have to get back to work. You should go say hello to Tigria. It'll make her feel comfortable having another Cat around. You know how nervous she gets in public."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arikelillusion</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 23:30:57</strong>
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				Leopnad could not help a small laugh when she notices to where and to who she Linx was point to. Looking to where Tigria was she saw<br>Cheetarik with her now. "Oh"<br>And she would not miss this chance to pokes Linx "Dont worry Linx, I bet you still have a spacial place in her heart!" She said smiling at him playfull. And hearing what he explain about he job she could clearly see that he was more worried about it by second. "You go then and I ll pass in the kitchen latter and tell you who win"<br><br>Leopnad saw Tigria and Cheetarik walking toward to where the fight was been held. "I will go talk with her then." She said smiling. "See you later Linx" She said and start to walk between those cats, open space for her to pass and soon she was standing beside the two of them.<br><br>"Hello Tigria. And Cheetarik." She greet both smiling "Can I make you both company? Or am I interruping someting? I dont want be in the way..." And then noticing the beatiful stone that Tigria held in her neckless Leopnad started to said someting but her attention soon was called toward the ring. When a small Caracal beeing thrown at&nbsp; Puma. "Tigria, thats a beauti... Owo!" was the only thing she said, with her small mouth a little open with surprise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saphir</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 20:08:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Caraina</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-size: 17pt;" class="bbc_size">Town Square Ring</span></strong></div><br><br><br><em>"Now I'm really starting to rethink my membership..."</em> Caraina thought, yet continued to force a smile on her face, even through The Howler's boasting. The smile vanished as soon as he mentioned signing the scarf. Like hell he would ever mark up her newest possession. Not to mention the fact that she had no time for such things as her eyes caught glimpse of the guards pushing their way through the audience and&nbsp; nearing the ring. <br><br>Before she could even make a another break away, the thief found herself suddenly scooped up Tigrus. Sitting blinking in his arms, she wondered just what the hell was really going on. She could hear the boo's of female cats in the audience, their faces of disappointment as Caraina was cradled by the cat they'd been swooning over the whole match. <br><br>"Hey~" the caracal giggled and glanced up to the tiger.&nbsp; "I think your harlots are getting the wrong idea....or if they do have the right idea, well...." she paused trying to think of a kind way to turn down the fighter. "I think you're hot and all...but I'm just not that kind of CAAAT!!!" she screamed being hurled towards Pumal. <br><br><strong>"You wanna throw people around?! Should have no problem catching this! Hot...hot...hot potato...hooooo!"</strong><br><br>"Did you just call me a ho!?" she cried, twisting her body through the air and she extended her legs, her petite feet smashed into the large puma's face, with bent knees, she pushed off and back flipped over Tigrus', landing back onto her feet. This was starting to get ridiculous. As she glanced up, she not noticed the 6 guards had the ring surrounded and had begun stepping in to arrest the thief.&nbsp; This was <em>not</em> how she had planned her escape...but she always did love a challenge. <br><br>"We've got you surrounded, there's no escape! Stay where you are and don't make a move!" a guard shouted as he drew his sword.<br><br>"Tsk. Not very genre savvy~" Caraina chucked and flashed a toothy grin. "I'm a loveable rogue...we always escape somehow~" she said looking around her for an escape route. Six guards all with their weapons wielded&nbsp; and two fighters she had in her way. Damn, it wasn't her day at all. Giving a shifty look left and right, Caraina skittered back to Tigrus, tugging on his arm for him to lean down and lend her his ear. "You know these guys all think your a crock of crap when it comes to fighting, right? I heard them talking about you the other day..." she whispered to the tiger. "You're just a phony who does nothing but snort catnip an just get lucky in your victories. They also said you should stop with the whole ladies man routine...and that someone as vain as you is totally gay..." <br><br>"Stand aside, Pumal and Howler or we will put you down." the lead guard spoke as he and his men neared.<br><br>"Oh?" Caraina tilted a head to the guard. "Do you know who this is? You can't put him down. He's unbeatable!"<br><br>"Pfft. Hog wash." the guard chuckled. "We are trained officials. He's just a street fighter with a couple of cheap fight moves...."<br><br>"See?~" Caraina narrowed her eyes throwing a glance back at Tigrus and smirked. "He just called you cheap. Whatcha gonna do about that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 18:30:35</strong>
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				<strong>Mysterious Group<br>The Town Square</strong><br><br>The two other nearby cats who had noticed the shrouded figures remained in suspicion until the princess carelessly roused her cloak and revealed her royal crest. News of the prince and princess began to spread among the crowd that was overlooking the arena, passing from one ear to the next; but it wasn’t just any ear that received the information. The crowd began to thicken around the two cats, thickening until they were forced to huddle close to each other, and soon there were cats clustered so close, they would have barely any room to budge. The mob of cats then moved, forcing the royals along.<br><br>The crowds around the arena were a din of excitement as cats threw up their paws with the new addition to the show being a young and quite beautiful caracal. Seeing the show she and The Orange Howler were putting on, made them eager to learn what was to happen next. They had even attracted the royal guard! The small group that had budded away had gone unseen. They weren’t as important as the thief, the guards were trying to apprehend.<br><br>The mob jostled the two cats into an alley where they then proceeded to fight them into a cloth gag. They weren’t mutants, they weren’t escaped prisoners, but cats, their own people. They looked just like any commoner, wearing cotton shirts, pants, gowns, and vests: males, females, and younger, ensnaring the two twins with ropes as they planned to take them into an abandoned shop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 00:40:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>~Tigria/Marketplace/Town Square~</strong></em></div><br>Her sharp vision watched as the Princess made herself very know, and inwardly she cursed. What was the kit doing! Tigria raked her eyes over the gathering crowd, seeking any that seemed out of place, any that looked wrong. Though indeed cats were converging on the Twins a bit more, trying to vie for the attention of the Royals, for the moment all seemed casual. The Princess had her eyes locked upon the match between Pumal and Tigrus and now the little caracal, with the Prince eagerly in tow as was the norm. Still, they shouldn't be out and about alone like this, not when it was so close to the Ceremony. <br><br>But her attention was thwarted by a large and handsome cat. The smile that Cheetarik beamed down upon Tigria caused her cheeks to flame, a slight ducking of her head and a shift of cerulean hues. Why had she even bothered to come here? Too many cats! Yet there was indeed something about Cheetarik. One would think being a Hero of Thundera, a soldier of renown, Cheetarik would be all sorts of full of himself. Not so. In fact, he was ever the Gentlecat. So much so in fact, that she once again simply froze as his paws worked the gleaming necklace about her slender throat. Clawed fingers looking so deceivingly delicate lifted to touch gingerly to the stones, and all she could do for a few mortifying moments was stammer. ” I..um..it's really...why...?”<br><br>She was saved, in a manner, by the arrival of Leopnad, but really all it did was want to make her shrink back more. She managed a rather ill looking smile at the pretty cat, sighing in resignation to her current situation. ” You're not interrupting. We're just watching the fights. Really! That's all we're doing!” Almond eyes would widen as her mind swiftly led to the obviously unwarranted thought that Leopnad thought she and Cheetarik were there <em>together</em>! About ready to continue her tirade, feeling she simply <em>must</em> drill it into Leopnad that there was no way this was a date, how could this be a date, why would you think this was a date!....when Cheetarik spoke.<br><br><em>"I'll join this fight if you'll honor me with being my date to the up coming celebrations."</em><br><br>Then he winked at her. WINKED! Tigria practically bolted right then and there. She could do nothing for what seemed like forever, simply staring up at him, blue eyes and the sapphires at her throat shimmering in the sunlight. ” I... Cheetarik.. that's really very sweet but I just...WORK! I'm pretty sure I'll be working the Ceremony. Won't be able to...date..have fun...um...oh my...” She found she wanted nothing more then to say Yes! I'd love to! But for some reason it wouldn't come out. She was horrified. Sighing softly, clearing her throat she tried to shift gears and let him off easy when her sweeping eyes caught more movement, all surrounding the Royals. Scowling a bit, her demeanor shifted, her head tilting slightly as her ears pricked up. The crowd seemed normal, if a bit large, but why wouldn't it be with the Princess and prince being seen in public? Yet there was something... a paw would come up, gesturing to Cheetarik and Leopnad vaugely, trying to pay attention to the crowd's movements.. <br>...there! An almost perfectly hidden scuffle, something that did not blend with the normal ebb and flow of a harmonious gathering such as this.&nbsp; And to top it off, suddenly it seemed the Royals were no longer in the vicinity. Alarm swept through her body, and for a slight moment she almost forgot herself, almost simply tore off through the crowd with nothing said. But she couldn't. She was simply another commoner, simply another cat wandering through the marketplace. Quickly her mind worked, trying to come up with an excuse to flee the area, and report her findings. Blinking, she would look back at Cheetarik, chewing a lip and fingering the stones warm against her collarbone. ” You know what... yes. I will be your date. But this means I need to... um...go shopping! Yes...I need to find a new outfit!” She was already sidling backwards, trying to smile and seem casual, knowing she was failing miserably. Lifting a paw she would wave a bit to Leopnad. ” It was nice seeing you, but I gotta go. Things to do... gotta get ready!” With that she turned and very swiftly disappeared into the crowd, weaving in and out of the cats surrounding the fighting ring and those gathered. Searching, she tried to catch a glimpse of the Royals, hoping she was mistaken. Nothing.&nbsp; Low growl would emanate from her as she ran to the outskirts of the crowd. Nothing. Whipping about, white mane would flutter in the breeze as once her vision raked the scene, trying to find a clue that might have been left behind. Nothing. She had no proof anything <em>had happened</em>. Maybe the twins had simply found the crowds to overwhelming, and had gotten smart and headed back home? Tigria really, really hoped so, but there was that small niggle of doubt. With that thought she was off like a shot, heading towards the Lair.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 02:14:33</strong>
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				<strong>Tigrus</strong><br><br><br><br>Rus had to admit, he was surprised. He'd figured the caracal girl to be just another crazy fangirl, but when she pulled off her mid-air-twist and drop kicked Pumal in the face, the Orange Howler burst with surprised laughter.<br><br>"Aahaha! In the FACE! Ow, man! Sucks to be you! How's them whiskers, big guy? I planned that all along. Yeah, it's my new special move, Seven Divine Winds of....Carac-attack."<br><br>Pumal, who had staggered back somewhat after the Caraina-attack, cricked his neck and scowled deeply at his opponent. Yet another anomaly in the fight that was not only a surprise to Pumal, but worked in Rus's favour and managed to land a shiner on Pumal's otherwise awe-inspiring features at the same time. Seeing the guard approach into the ring was the last straw. <br><br><strong>"I didn't sign on for this, Howler. Bob can stuff himself up a mutant's ass, too. I'll collect my pay from him myself."</strong><br><br>Rus and the crowd hardly noticed, for now there were new combatants. An excited hush fell over the crowd as Caraina slyly egged on both the Orange Howler and six of the city guard into a now-unavoidable confrontation. The guard were bound by their duty and Rus was bound by his pride. Rus was still impressed with Caraina's dynamic aerobatics.<br><br>"Whassat? Oh these guys...yeah sure, I charge more to fight figures of authority but I'm sure Bob'll work it out. We usually get the twins to appease their folks. Now, listen, seriously, I've just lost my fight partner, and you seem like you're <em>made</em> for this kinda stuff...whaddya think? "The Orange Howler and the Beigey-Blue Flash"? Well, we could get a better name, I suppose..."Talky and Jumpy"? I dunno, Bob usually does the promotions..."<br><br>The diminutive fight promoter was nowhere to be seen in the crowd anymore, however. At the sight of the city guard approaching, he'd desperately given Rus the "stopforgodsakestop" sign, but the big orange cat had been too busy checking out Caraina to notice. Now, with a ticked off and pay-hungry Pumal stalking him, he'd made himself scarce, leaving his best cashcow to fight his own battles.<br><br>Or rather, to fight someone else's battles.<br><br>Still, as long as someone was watching, it was all the same to the Orange Howler. Blissfully unaware of the commotion that whisked Tigria away on desperate Royal duty (there's no way Rus would have noticed that given all the stuff happening around him), Rus turned to his new opponents.<br><br>"Cheap street fighter, huh? I guess you've never heard of the Howler, but I'll tell you something about us Street Fighters..."<br><br>Rus turned to the crowd, as if about to launch into a long diatribe. The six moved in closer behind him, fanning out, prepared to take him in one movement. Suddenly Rus span on his heel with explosive energy, pushing his arms out in what looked to be some kind of delivery move, with both palms facing the guards.<br><br>"...<strong>Kablouken!"</strong><br><br>The six had all flinched back. Perhaps they had been expecting a ball of blue flame to erupt from the Orange Howler's paws? <br><br>Rus looked mildly perplexed.<br><br>"Yeah. I'd been working on my chi, lately...maybe I didn't <em>say</em> it right..."<br><br>Running out of patience with Rus's show, the three closed ran in, angling the butts of their swords and spears for Rus's unarmoured head and torso. He ducked away from the first blow, grabbed the second with an outstretched paw, but wasn't quick enough for the third one, a spear butt connecting solidly with Rus's well-muscled midriff, forcing an "ooof!" from the Howler.<br><br>The crowd roared.<br><br>Remembering he had an audience was like popping a can o' spinach for the Orange Howler. As the butt was raised for a head-strike, Rus yanked the other guard round (who was desperately trying to pry his weapon from Rus's strangely powerful grip) and flung him into his comrade, the two colliding together, their weapons and armour serving to compound the fall, their kit clangling and scraping and forming a block between Rus and the other three who had held back initially. Leaving just the one closest to him.<br><br>"You know, just because a cat takes pride in his appearance, puts the extra lick in, here and there..."<br><br>The guard bravely stood his ground as his colleagues desperately tried to reach him.<br><br>"...it doesn't necessarily mean that..."<br><br>Rus was inches away from the guard now. <br><br>"...he likes the guys!"<br><br>The guard's sword came down. Barely dodging to the side in time, Rus got past the guard's guard (heh) and grabbed his wrists. Yanking him forward, Rus put a savage knee into his enemy's belly. Then he swiped his legs from underneath him, dropping him unceremoniously to the floor. Crouching down, he lifted the guard up and dropped him again, just to be sure.<br><br>With seconds to spare, he gave Caraina a look as if to say "watch this" then hefted the dazed guard up by his arms, facing the crowd. Manipulating the guard's paws like a puppeteer, Rus made the semi-conscious guard smack himself repeatedly in the face.<br><br>"Why are you hitting yourself, man? Stop hitting yourself in the face. Hey, I said stop! Why would you do that? Why would anyone hit themselves over and over again in the face?"<br><br>The crowd were in fits of laughter, more so because it was a city guard being humiliated. Now, though, the other three had raised their two fallen companions and were again converging on the Howler, one man down. Rus dropped the cat in question and turned to face the others.<br><br>"You see this, people? This is police brutality! You pay your taxes for this! And by the way," Rus turned from fire-and-brimstone politics to dry toilet humour in a flash, "Calling me gay is a little rich. All you boys do is hang out with each other in cute little uniforms, have showers together and hold each other's spears, getting all excited when another dude gives an order. Pots shouldn't throw stones in black kettle houses. Or something."<br><br>Incensed now, the remaining five charged, shouting curses and accusations of law-breaking. Rus backed off frantically, dodging a spear-swipe and landing a nifty right-jab on the closest, putting him momentarily on the floor, but soon he was on the backpedal with the other four all lunging and swiping at him.<br><br>"Hey Beige Beauty or whatever it is! Flash your way over here and earn your cut! I'll get you front-row tickets with free booze to my next show!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 18:50:50</strong>
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				Leona moved forward, her paw reaching to remove her hood as she kept her eyes on the caracal and Tigrus.&nbsp; She pushed closer toward the ring but the crowd was dense and, not-to-mention, swept away in the theatrics in the fighting ring.&nbsp; She paused for a moment and dropped her paw, looking at Tigrus.&nbsp; Perhaps it was all a ruse, including the caracal?&nbsp; Just another way to draw the attention of the festival-goers.&nbsp; She wish she could get to Tigrus and at least clarify what was going on.&nbsp; Guards began to press in as well, pushing the crowd away with force.&nbsp; The crowd around her began to move in another direction, tightening around her so as there was no room to move.&nbsp; <br><br>"Back away, make room!" She barked, getting frustrated with the complete one-mindedness of the group around her.<br><br>Her instincts were thrown into high-gear as she noticed the people around her did not give way to her pushing.&nbsp; They were firm and unmovable.&nbsp; She reached for her short sword with rising suspicion, but a hefty hand squeezed tightly on her forearm.&nbsp; In her surprise at the strength at her arm, she failed to defend herself as a smaller cat pushed through the crowd in front of her and lifted her sword from her belt.&nbsp; She was already being quickly shoved along, out of the direct sunlight to the more shadowy alcoves of the town square.&nbsp; <br><br>Leonaar?&nbsp; Where was Leonaar?&nbsp; She struggled, causing more of a fuss and looking above as many heads as she could to find the tell tale signs of her brother. <br><br>"Leonaar?! <strong>Leonaar?!</strong>&nbsp; Unhand me, you -!" &nbsp;A rough cloth was shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head.&nbsp; She gnashed down on the cloth, raising her muffled voice as loud as she could.&nbsp; Ropes came next but not easily.&nbsp; Her captors seemed to be increasingly annoyed at her struggle but they managed to wrestle the ropes on her, tightly.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 20:26:41</strong>
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				Leonaar was nearby, but seperated, she could catch glimpses of him being as roughly handled as he called out. "Leona! Let go of me you bastards! LEONA!!" He yelled before his speech too was cut off by a cloth gag stuffed into his mouth and his body restrained. <br><br><em>"Damnit, why didn't I&nbsp; train harder, now we're both in trouble big time.."</em> Leonaar thought to himself with Regret at the forefront of his mind as he continued to try and struggle int eh grasp of two muscular cats who kept him bound and sperated from hsi twin sister, Leona.<br><br>After much struggling, Leonaar finally caught glimpse of his sister, and he was angered to know she was captured as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 22:57:46</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Cheetarik</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Marketplace/ Town Square</span></strong><br><br><br>Cheetarik smiled at her reaction to his question. She seemed to be in a trance for a short while. Cheetarik laughed slightly. He continued to smile even though she said no. "Very, well. I'll hope your work doesn't keep you to busy in such celitablory times, my lady." He turned his attention back to the royal he'd noticed earlier. He didn't like how that crowd kept growing, something was going to go wrong he just felt it. He growled lowly and his ears flattend to his head as he watched the mob grow, he could barely see the royals anymore and that fact earatated him.<br><br>He was about ready to charge into the crowd to find the royal and bring them to safty if he could but was taken back when Tigria said she'd go to the celebrations with him. His smiled faded when she left and he looked back at the crowd and cursed to himself. Where'd they go!? What happened? Cheetarik sprinted jumping up on the stage behind Rus. He looked around crowd the royal gathered not seeing them he growled lowly and jumped from the ring and ran into the crowd looking over everyone to see if he could find them. "Damn it where'd they go!" Some of the crowd started staring at him and some began to surround their hero.<br><br>Cheetarik sighed. I'm going to have to get rid of these people. . . he breathed deeply and let out a large and somewhat terrefing roar. Most of the crowd backed away from him at first then began getting closer again. Cheetarik sighed shaking his head. He hated the attention alot of the times it provented him from doing his duty to the crown and the people. He was glad however that the crowd did seem to move out of his way as he walked, most likely not wanting to get trampled by the giant cat. He scanned the crowd looking for any sign of the royal he growled lowly as he didn't couldn't find any. He felt like he'd failed the crown. Cheetarik sighed trying to calm himself he knew his temper wouldn't do any good at time like this. He prayed they'd gone back to the castle, but how could they? He could barely get threw the crowd so how in all of Thundera could they have done it, unless they were taken. Cheetarik looked around to find any where they could've been taken but this was invain. Cure this bloody crowd! Why couldn't they get on with their damned lives instead of being star struck? Could they not seem him trying to do something? Cheetarik sighed giving up he walked over to a wall leaning on it, he placed a hand on his face out of frustration he slammed his fist against the wall and cursed as he looked at the hole he'd created. He sighed walking back to the fights throw he's now resisting the urge to fight the arogent tiger mocking the guards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 16:05:15</strong>
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				<strong>Lynx<br>With Leopnad</strong><br><br>Lynx paw rose to touch where Leopnad had poked him.<br><br><strong>Don't worry Lynx, I bet you still have a special place in her heart!</strong><br><br>His ears shot straight up and his eyes opened wide. <br>"What? You got it all wrong. She's nothing but a big-breasted mouse!" he replied with an amused sneer.<br><br><strong>You go then and I ll pass in the kitchen latter and tell you who win</strong><br><br>"Oh boy, I can't wait," he said facetiously. He started back towards the markets. "Who's going to win Tigrus's gag fight? Hm..."<br><br><hr><br><strong>Lynx<br>Marketplace</strong><br><br>The Marketplace was in chaos. Thankfully, some of the shoppers had been drawn to The Orange Howler’s show, but Lynx was still fighting the crowds for the last bit of everything. Having much experience when it came to these situations, the Cat was well-prepared. He had extra baskets that he unfolded, one of them conveniently acting as a cylindrical backpack. Sack cloth bags of potatoes, tomatoes, and other greens were tied and hanging from his hips.<br><br>Snatch, snatch, snatch! His hands were at work, moving just as swift as they did when he threw his knives. They were a blur, passing between other cats to return with a clinched bag of flour, seed, herbs, and spices that he tossed into the basket on his back. There was even a time where he had to jump on top of a vendor’s table and kick a loaf of bread into the air. He had then leapt off the table to catch it in its descent and jog onto the next station.<br><br>“Woo! Lynx, you’re too awesome,” he self-praised, and then grinned largely as he chuckled at his self-grandeur.<br><br>Coming up was a fattened and plucked hen. The butcher had just finished preparing it and set it out on his table. It was a miracle that no other Cats had noticed.<br><br>“Ha-ha!” Lynx laughed in triumph. His hands went to his hip to remove a sack as he prepared to bag the bird. Just as he came across the table, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a snow leopard. Their paws were both outstretched toward the hen, and they froze in slight embarrassment.<br><br>His blue eyes gazed into her gold and his black ears lowered shyly. She was pretty cute. The snow leopard gazed down at her feet as her cheeks flushed. Her tail curled about her leg and her circular ears pinned back against her head.<br><br>Lynx decided to go first. “You know-”<br><br>“No, it’s all right. You go ahead,” the snow leopard blurted.<br><br>Lynx’s ears slowly rose as a long and fox-like smile stretched across his lips. Well, that was easy. He snatched the hen.<br><br>“Thanks!” as he went on his merry way.<br><br>The snow leopard was shocked at his selfishness. Her eyes were wide in surprise. What the hell just happened? She wasn’t expecting that. The cute girl’s face contorted into a feral scowl as she turned to glare holes into Lynx’s back.<br><br>“Hey, you bastard! You were supposed to give that bird to me!” she snarled.<br><br>Lynx blinked in shock. <em>Woah, she wasn’t all that cute after all.</em><br><br>His blue eyes appeared like irritable slits over his shoulder.<br><br>“Not a chance sister! You may be cute, but not <em>that</em> cute,” he returned.<br><br>“You asshole! Reowr!” she roared.<br><br>Suddenly, the snow leopard was sprinting after him much like Tigria had done earlier. It made his heart jump with how vicious the girl turned out to be. Keeping a good grip on his sack—in more than one interpretation—Lynx bolted away from his pursuer. Damn, looks like his shopping just got pushed up a notch.<br><br><em>Again? Seriously?</em> he thought in panic. Today just wasn’t his day.<br><br><hr><br><br><strong>Mysterious Strangers<br>Alley</strong><br><br>The cats were in the bag. Gagged and tied, the twins were forced into an abandoned bakery and into its kitchen. The group of cats came before a large, coal oven that two male cats shoved aside. Behind it, was a hole that revealed a winding staircase. The twins were shoved along, the cats entering the hole single file as the two male cats remained behind to seal it. They then patted coal soot from their paws as they started out of the bakery to resume their watchful activities. They were the lookout and were to report if the king or any soldiers caught wind of the incident.<br><br>An older woman removed a torch from her apron. The cloth that wrapped it was soaked in oil and with a piece of flint, she set it alight against the wall. The calico faced the twins and gave them a smile so warm and welcoming that it may have disturbed them to think that this woman, this kidnapper, could have just been any face on the street.<br><br>“Mother Tabitha will be so happy to see you. My, you’ve grown since we last seen you.” Her eyes were only on Leona as she spoke. Her hazel eyes glimmered with tears before she wiped them away with the back of her paw. “You look so much like Our Lady. The goddess is reborn!”<br><br>“Hail! From the fires of her womb she was brought forth again,” the group of cats returned in unison.<br><br>“We must make haste!”<br><br><hr><br><strong>The Nine<br>Catacombs - Beneath the City</strong><br><br><br>The calico led the group down the winding stone stairs into a thick darkness. Once they reached the bottom, there were two figures in black flanking the door. She held the torch toward Leona’s and Leonaar’s faces so the shrouded ones could see.<br><br>“We have them!” she happily exclaimed.<br><br>The cloaked ones raised their paws, directing them to continue into a corridor already lit with torches. The calico extinguished his torch in a vat of water as the corridor then opened to a grand chamber where several figures wearing the same garb as those at the entrance were seated. They turned their heads to regard the visitors and dramatically, the calico raised her paws to the ceiling and exclaimed—once again with tears sparkling from her eyes, “Hear my cries of joy for the goddess has cometh again. She is amongst us!”<br><br>“Hail! From the fires of her womb she was brought forth again!” the congregation chorused.<br><br>The calico ran down the aisle and collapsed before the altar where a tall and slender cloak stood.<br><br>“Mother Tabitha! She has come. Eternal peace is with us! She is here!” she yelled in hysterical excitement. She then began bawling with joy as the veiled mother descended the small steps to take the calico’s paws in her own. She brushed the tears from her eyes and ran her hand back through her mane tenderly.<br><br>“Ssh, my child. Your joy is a beautiful radiance, but it must be saved…”<br><br>The mother then stood and pointed down the aisle to Leonaar. “For our goddess has shed her sins in the form of a devil!”<br><br>There congregation was filled with angry growls.<br><br>“Impure One, it is two days until our goddess takes the throne and reclaims the Sword of Omen. You will not interfere!” the mother bellowed at Leonaar. “Bring them here. The goddess must be cleansed and the Impure One destroyed!”<br><br>The cats began shoving the twins down the aisle and toward the altar. As they went, Leona’s binds were removed along with her armor and clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 17:16:51</strong>
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				Leonaar could hardly believe this.. This had to be the nine of which their father warned. He made muffled cries, struggling a bit, trying to get to Leona, she was his twin after all and he cared so deeply for her. <em>"Leona.. fight them.. please fight them.. otherwise we'll be separated for good.."</em> His mind raced, he could talk a damn good game if only his gag was removed, but these people.. they were crazy. He wasn't any form of sin, he was just a male!, hell he was probably more innocent than Leona was!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saphir</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 20:33:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Caraina</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-size: 17pt;" class="bbc_size">Town Square Ring</span></strong></div><br><br>Perfect. Just as she had planned, she watched with a cheshire grin as Tigrus had begun to engage the guards in battle. The odds didn't seem so heavily stacked against her anymore. While she planned to make her escape during the distraction, she couldn't help but view the show that was before her. How could she resist watching the people who were trying to lock her away get their asses kicked by one guy? "This is sad..." she shook her head, though she giggled watching one of the guards fall for the count, the other five had begun rushing at the tiger. <br><br><strong>"Hey Beige Beauty or whatever it is! Flash your way over here and earn your cut! I'll get you front-row tickets with free booze to my next show!"</strong><br><br>"...Are you serious? You've got to give better bribes than that!" she yelled back. She was being the up most honest. She had enough of her fair share of fights in her own time she didn't want to participate in this one. Then again...it wasn't everyday you get to rumble with a celebrity. She had already smacked the large framed Pumal over without even really trying. Maybe she could get into the ring fighting business. There weren't too many girls on the circuit either...<br><br>"Alright, I'm in!" the caracal exclaimed. Since the guards wanted to play with their toys, she'd wield her own. She reached into the two short sheaths tied to her belt, hanging at the side of each of her thighs. She pulled out her daggers twirling them a bit in her hands and extended an arm, point the tip of the blade at the lead guard. "By fighting, we're not breaking the law. It's just self defense against law enforcement brutality." she dashed forward just as Guard #4 had begun to swing his ax tat Tigrus. The caracal intercepted the blow, crossing her daggers to halt the guard's blade from plunging into The Howler's back.&nbsp; "You just tried to kill him! That is <em>not</em> cool!"<br><br>"B-But, he's disobeying our orders. I'm new to this gig alright?!" the guard whined. "Cut me some slack! I don't know how to ha-"<br><br>"You talk too much." Caraina deadpanned leaping up and giving her signature drop pick to the guard's face, sending him into the ring's ropes. <br><br>"And so do you!" Guard #5 had snuck behind the thief and wrapped a large arm around her torso. Keeping a firm grip, he let loose a low chuckle. The caracal's eyes widened as she could hear him sniffing her hair like the creep he was. He had to have been in his mid 40's...it was creeping her out. Regardless, she struggled and wiggled to get free. Her hands kept a death grip on her daggers, making sure not to drop them. "Stop struggling now. You were a bad kitty, you broke the law and now you're going to have to pay." he added, leaning in closer to her ear. "I like'em young and fiery myself. I'll be sure to take care of you..."<br><br>"Yeah, sorry. I'm not in the mood for playing Uncle Bad-Touch."&nbsp; the Caracal growled&nbsp; stomping her foot down onto the guard's. His grasp weakened and she broke out of it with a twirl&nbsp; and followed up with a windmill kick to the side of his face and rushed forward to drive her knee into his groin. "Aw, nuts!" Caraina shouted. "Looks like I cracked yours. " she laughed watching him drop to his knees and curling over in a ball.<br><br>"FINISH HIM!" someone from the crowd screamed, amping up the excitement of the spectators even more. What the hell did they think this was? A tournament for mortal men and women defending their realm from invasion? Caraina wouldn't kill the guy...but looked down at him, just thinking about what he whispered to her. It made her disgusted.&nbsp; So instead of choosing to attempt a spinal cord rip or decapitation, she instead took a step upon his face and twirled her body as her foot twisted into the cat's face making him give a blood curdling scream. <br><br>"Brutality. And Flawless victory! Yes!" she jumped up and down excitedly and glanced over to Tigrus. "Are you almost done with yours? I'm kind of getting bored of this...these guys are all talk...it's sad."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 22:56:21</strong>
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				<strong>Tigrus</strong><br><br><strong>Kickin' tails and dodgin' fails</strong><br><br><br>Beigey Flashy Blue Wonder girl struck again, deftly dealing with a pair of guards unlucky enough to incur her agile wrath. That took the heat off Rus, he slowed his backpedalling retreat across the ring and reacted to the crowd's tumult. <br><br>Rus had to think fast. Time was running out. Not because of the guards, however.<br><br><em>Girl can make jokes with the best of them. Anyone would think she wants my job.</em><br><br>Staring one of the guards down, his fists raised, making feints in order to keep him on his toes, Rus noted that the remaining two were backing off, unsure of having this brawl made a spectacle in a ring watched by countless members of the public. Just as Rus was about to punch out his dueller and make a run for it, a blur caught his eye. A massive blur.<br><br>The huge cheetah he had spotted earlier had leapt into the ring, stared about looking all pissy, and then bounded back out again. Rus had to do a double-take, the sight was simply too bizarre to register. That fraction of a second gave the previously intimidated guard the confidence he needed to make an attack, swiping a vicious overhead that the Orange Howler barely had time to register. Grabbing the guard's club as it descended, Rus pivoted on his heel bringing the guard's weight onto his back, following through with a judo-throw, flipping the guard over his head and onto a back-numbing smash on the ring's dusty floor. Growling out a victorious snarl, his ears flat against his head, Rus stood up and flexed to his greedy audience. <br><br>Although the two were no doubt worried about the dynamic duo chewing through them like they had done their comrades, one was on his feet and blowing a whistle, fiercly and loudly.<br><br><em>Reinforcements!</em><br><br>"Bored is the word, Beigey. Plus I think we're going to have a whole divisions worth more of <em>bored</em> in a few seconds. Want to make a dashing and dramatic run for it whilst cheered on by legions of our frothing-mouthed fans?"<br><br>Rus made a grand sweep of the crowd, inviting another cheer, although there were now more than a few cat-calls for Caraina, too, not to mention a few disgruntled cats who wanted to see more guard getting beat up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 23:07:45</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Catacombs - Beneath the City</span></span></strong><br><br>The calico Cat was just ridiculous, but the veiled Mother Tabitha was the individual that caught Leona's attention.&nbsp; While her brother had remained unharmed for most of the short scuffle, Leona was no quite so sure he would remain that way.&nbsp; The allusion to her mother caused her body to run hot with slowly boiling anger.&nbsp; Leona was not in the habit of recalling her mother so easily.&nbsp; Their repetitive and clamorous chorus inspired a deep fury.<br><br>Her stomach knotted as chose not to look at Leonaar who was still gagged.&nbsp; They were push down the aisle and at several points other cats would come to assist with the removal of her hand bindings, then her armor, and finally her clothing.&nbsp; The threat of Leonaar's life kept her from initially lashing out as her hand ties and mouth gag were removed.&nbsp; It was not the robbed ones with their addled minds that Leona wanted to sink her paws into, it was the veiled orchestrator.&nbsp; <br><br>When the last of her undergarments were nearly ripped off, Leona cuffed the nearest robed figure she could reach.&nbsp; Her mighty paw sent the male cat to the ground with a holler, but none moved to lunge or restrain her.&nbsp; Still standing on the aisle in front of the alter, she defiantly dared anyone to come within arm's reach.&nbsp; Her anger and determination were exuded in her aura and she still seemed deadly regardless of being stripped to a vulnerable state.&nbsp; <br><br>Growling, even flashing her teeth in a disgusted look at the veiled cat, Leona took a few long steps toward the alter.&nbsp; "I command you to release my brother and me, at once!&nbsp; Remove your veil, Cat, so I may see your face!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arikelillusion</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 04:54:28</strong>
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				Leopnad could not believe in what she was seeing! The small cat was taking down a couple of guards and its not looks likes she was having a lot of trouble doing it. "She fight really good for someone that was just being thrown at the puma" She said laughing a little with this scene, she could not hold it.<br><br>Nady had to make a even hard effort not to laugh when she saw Tigria reaction when she asked if she was interrupting something. Well, its looks like... she though but did not said it out loud. Nady could not hide too a small disappointed face when she hear the answer that Tigria gave Cheetarik, but it not last long because she soon hear when she changed her mind. <br><br>Leopnad was glad to hear that, Tigria was clearly happy to be able to go on a date with him and she always though that she need to go out more and do what she liked more. Nady always felt like Tigria avoid the things she liked. <br><br>But somethings about the way she left keep Leopnad a little suspicious... The change was to quick. And she did not thought that Tigria was somecat that would change her mind that way. She was already make some plans to convince her to say yes to cheetaki!<br><br>Looking at Tigria while she left, with a hurry, theres was nothing that called her attention. For a moment she though she saw the prince and princess in the other side of the ring but then they were not there anymore. Hum.... Strange... But then why would they be here with the ceremony so close now? Keep aside the strange fight the was being held in the ring, her eyes or her hearing got anything different. Nady leaned over the edge of the ring, watching Tigrus fighting now with the guards too. Woo... the guards are really weak! she though watching the fight.<br><br>With a smile she shout loud enough for him to hear when Tigrius passed close to where she was lean. "Careful!" She said smiling and holding a small laugh "Or this little cat will take all the attention!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 15:30:48</strong>
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				<strong>Mysterious Guest<br>Town Square Ring</strong><br><br><br>A figure adorned in a black cloak approached Cheetarik from behind. Its shoulder purposefully struck his own in a light nudge before a mild-mannered voice left the darkness of its cowl.<br><br><em>Sitting on the bench while two miscreants make fools of our nation’s defense? This is why you are a soldier and not a general.</em><br><br>The entity approached the ring with slow, booted strides. When he reached the ropes, he leapt into the air, his black cloak rippling about his form like water. He cleared the barrier and landed upon the platform with a weighted thud in time to hear Tigrus’s last remark.<br><br><strong>Bored is the word, Beigey. Plus I think we're going to have a whole divisions worth more of <em>bored</em> in a few seconds. Want to make a dashing and dramatic run for it whilst cheered on by legions of our frothing-mouthed fans?</strong><br><br>“<em>Divisions</em> are unnecessary to deal with two kittens. I might have regarded your attempt to retreat a form of guerilla warfare, if it wasn’t laced with cowardice. I am all that is needed here,” the figure scoffed.<br><br>The guards raised their heads, their eyes shining with shock and disbelief as they immediately recognized the voice, but it couldn’t be!<br><br>“General Oceloto!” one of the guards gasped.<br><br>A paw rose from beneath the cloak to grasp a wad of the cloth. The cloak was then twisted and removed. The general made himself known as he tossed the material onto the ropes. The ocelot wasn’t wearing his black and lengthy officer’s jacket. It had been tailored to disguise the bulk that lay beneath, and here the soft-spoken cat stood before the tiger and caracal as a titan (though he was no larger than Cheetarik and the king). His muscles were chiseled against his golden fur. His abdomen was white and spots speckled his physique.<br><br>The guards were in an uproar of confused and awe-stricken murmuring before one of them roared in excitement, his left eye black and swollen shut and a fang missing from his chops, “Now you done it Howler! You have to fight the general!”<br><br>“Yeah!” another guard exclaimed. “General Oceloto’s gonna kick your orange ass!”<br><br>The general was silent as he warmed up for this match. He rotated his right arm, the muscles of his shoulder shifting beneath his pelt. He then tilted his head left and then right, loosening his neck muscles.<br><br>“The woman is also welcome to try her claws against me. I have no qualms with striking a female for there exists females just as feral in my units,” General Oceloto informed.<br><br>He brought his paws together, the muscles in his arms and pectorals swelled as he applied pressure to his knuckles, and they released a series of stone-like pops.<br><br>“I welcome you to go first. If you can knock me down with your first move, then I will take back my words and not regard you both as kittens but true warriors.”<br><br>The general lowered his arms and regarded the two cats before him with a determined scowl.<br><br><hr><br><strong>The Nine<br>Catacombs</strong><br><br><br>Mother Tabitha gazed upon Leona contently. To see her stripped of her armor and standing before her bare and still fiery made an anxious spark crackle within her lower regions. Yes, she was very much like Lionessa.<br><br>The robed cats ushered Leonaar to the altar and next to Mother Tabitha. From beneath her robes, a golden tail holding a knife rose to her brother’s throat. The edge was pressed against his neck as the mother threatened on a calm purr, “Now, now, Leona. Be a good girl and cooperate with us. We don’t want to hurt our goddess, so if you value the impure one’s life, you’ll come lie upon this table please.”<br><br>There was a condescending air in the mother’s tone as she spoke to the princess as though she was but an unruly child. Her tail bore no spots, stripes, or tuft. To one with good observation skills, it was the tail of a lion.<br><br>“Let me remind you that we are more than willing to skip ahead in our ritual to ending your brother’s life. Do not provoke us.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saphir</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 19:19:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Caraina</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-size: 17pt;" class="bbc_size">Town Square Ring</span></strong></div><br>"Yes. I would love to run now. That's what I've been trying to do this whole time!" Caraina responded ready to jet her way out of the ring. This day seemed to be dumping loads of bad luck of the caracal. As now that the guards had been defeated, their boss had to show up.&nbsp; The general. Caraina mentally cursed herself. The blue clad thief dropped to her knees with whine and frustrated heavy sigh. "It's just a stupid scarf. My god, you people chase me as if I stole the Sword of Omens or something! Besides, I can't help if your guards are piss poor fighters and that you suck at training them."&nbsp; &nbsp;she hopped back to her feet as the fire reignited within her spirit and walked to take her stand next to Tigrus.<br><br>"You think you're so tough, with your big muscles...and the knuckles popping. Scowling like you're so angry at the world. It will be an honor to wipe the floor with you, General~" she smiled before tugging on Tigrus' arm so that he may lend her his ear once more. "Oh my god, he's going to kill us..." she whispered, follow by a few short whines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 19:53:56</strong>
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				<strong>Tigrus<br><br>Yay we're winni-hoshit.</strong><br><br><br><br>Rus had a poker face for tough battles.<br><br>Back in his heyday, it was certain doom to look scared in the face of potential defeat. A prize fighter had to look confident at all times. As such, when faced by the muscled face of officialdom and power, arguably one of the few more famous and far more accomplished fighters in all of Cat's Lair than he, Rus didn't make a single move to display his emotions.<br><br>His right eye, however, did twitch a little.<br><br>Rus tried to resort to calm inner thinking and planning. He sought his inner monologue.<br><br><em>Hoshithoshithoshithoshithoshithoshithoshithoshithoshithoshithoshithoshithosh-</em><br><br>Scratch that, then. Basic instinct and crowd power would have to see him through this. <br><br>Rus nodded slowly at Oceloto as the crowd hushed to see if the pair of unlikely fighters would accept the General's challenge. Reaching out, he linked his own paws together in front of him, and strained as if to pop his knuckles, his face mirroring the General's scowl in concentration.<br><br>A small gust of wind erupted from his backside in a loud, crowing trumpet.<br><br>"Pahahahaahaha! Oh whiskers, sorry, I just-mahahahahaaa!"<br><br>Rus dissolved into giggles again as people in the crowd brave enough to snigger along with the Howler did so.<br><br>"Wooo! Oceloto!" Rus wafted his paw, blaming the ridiculous sound on the General. "I don't know what you get fed in the barracks, but it's clearly too much! You must eat a hell of an Oce-<strong>LOT</strong>-o!"<br><br>Again the giggles, Rus slapping at his own thighs in hilarity. It was most certainly nervous laughter, but the crowd didn't need to know that. The crowd, who were now, daring to laugh at the General. Rus was already fighting the first battle and winning. Oceloto would most certainly wipe the floor with the Orange Howler, but he'd make damn sure he'd give his audience - for they were most certainly <strong>his</strong> audience now- a damn good show first.<br><br>But wait. There was Beigey. Rus turned to whisper to her.<br><br>"So, what, you get behind him or make him focus on you and I drop-kick him? Iunno, I'm not used to working in pairs. You got a better idea, I'm all orange pointy ears. What's your name, by the way? Remind me to give you like, some hard cash for this. You're one heck of a good sport. "<br><br>He slapped a heavy paw across Caraina's pert backside in a pseudo locker-room manner, making her feel like "one of the boys" but also like she'd just been propositioned by a rich, arrogant prize fighter. Confusing, no doubt.<br><br>Turning back to the intimidating General, Rus's voice barked across the entire ring, making the audience pay attention to him again.<br><br>"First move? What, all your extracurricular army training with these kits-" Rus motioned to the wounded guards behind him. "-in the showers ruined your stamina, old man?"<br><br>Well, it was all or nothing, now. That'd probably torn it. Rus realised he probably shouldn't have said it, but...he couldn't help himself. There were <em>people</em> watching. They wanted a show, and this was already shaping upto be one no one would forget in a long time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 06:16:03</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Cheetarik at the Fights</span></strong><br><br>Cheetarik looked up as the cloaked cat moved into the fighting arena. He stood and followed after it wondering who it was, but he really wanted to know why the figure stared at him a moment. When Cheetarik walked in the arena and scowled, watching as the six guards scurried away from the man as he revealed himself to be General Oceloto. His look turned to confusion when Rus started laughing, but by the way he acted Cheetarik figured he was either very stupid or very, VERY gutsy, the constent jokes and horrid humor was waring on his nerves. Cheetarik scowled once more and made his way onto the stage behind Rus and the young girl. "I think you've said enough, you mocking of our great army is infuriating me." Cheetarik growled behind them. He went into a fighting stance and glanced at Oceloto before directing his gaze back at the two troublemakers. He sighed softly shaking his head at Rus' ignorance. <em>What is it with this guy and gay shower jokes?</em> Cheetarik thought mildly but not putting to much thought towards it.<br><br>Cheetarik decided to display his power to the two by smirking before slamming his feet on the ground making the small arena rumble slightly and a few cracks appeared threw out it. "Now then, if you're done making an utter fool of yourself can we start?" His glare seemed to piece into Rus' and Caraina's inner being. He seemed to be a completely different person now. He had an aura of anger and rage around himself but seemed utterly calm and very distant now. Infact the two may consider themselves lucky this wasn't an actual battlefield or they might of been mauled by now. Cheetarik narrowed his eyes and snarled slightly at them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 20:39:03</strong>
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				<strong>General Oceloto<br>Town Square Ring</strong><br><br>General Oceloto frowned through Rus’s scoffs. He didn’t know why he stood there and listened. If the tiger had been any other enemy, he would have floored him by now. The general hadn’t expected Cheetarik to join him, but he was pleased to see that he decided to. At the stomping of his foot, the ring had trembled so violently that the general spread his arms to steady himself.<br><br>“Unfortunately, I must agree with my elite comrade. Instead of attack me with claws, you chose to remain persistent with your idiotic banter. Sticks and stones, Tigrus…” The general spread his feet shoulder-width apart as he lowered into a stance. His left arm was curled ninty-degrees at his hip and his forearm parallel to the floor. The palm of his left hand was turned upwards and his fingers curled as his claws emerged from his cuticles. His right arm was extended, his palm facing Rus and Caraina with his fingers curled and claws unsheathed.<br><br>The general’s mild-mannered expression was as calm and confident as ever, but within his golden eyes there was much ferocity. His eyes flicked to Cheetarik, a second from cuing their assault when the royal emblem blossomed in the sky. It bathed the city in shadows of red and black, and instantly all Cats froze in their duties to set their eyes upon it. It frightened them to see the summons again. It had been many years…<br><br>The general dropped his stance and gazed at the sky in shock. He then looked to his soldiers who were standing about wearing similar awe-stricken faces.<br><br>“The king summons, GO!” the general barked. He then glanced back to Cheetarik, staring through Rus and Caraina as though they were but glass. He didn’t have to say much to the seasoned warrior. He was certain he knew what to do [head to the castle]. Grabbing up his cloak, the general jumped out of the ring and sprinted with his men for the castle.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Lynx<br>Marketplace</strong><br><br>Lynx had managed to elude the crazy leopard and he was practically out of breath, bent over with baskets of food wearing on his muscles. It was quite the workout, and he was interested in trying it again when he wasn’t running kitchen errands. Instead of using groceries, he would use baskets of stones.<br><br>His eyes widened in startle when the road was bathed in red. His black ears shot upward as he thought in fear, <em>It couldn’t be.</em><br><br>Seeing how the entire marketplace was frozen in concern, his sapphire orbs went to the sky to see the emblem.<br><br><em>Shit!</em><br><br>Gathering up his bags and baskets, Lynx sprinted for the castle as beads of hot sweat began dripping from his chin. He was definitely getting a workout now. When was he ever going to get a break from running?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saphir</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 16:14:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Caraina</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-size: 17pt;" class="bbc_size">Town Square Ring</span></strong></div><br>"<em>Crap, crap, crap...</em>" Caraina's inner monologue watching as the large cheetah guy she had seen earlier in the market decided to step into the ring and make this an even two on two fight. Hardly even!&nbsp; The general and Cheetarik were both twice her size, maybe larger. Still, she kept a smirk curled onto her lips as it seemed that both of the men were annoyed by the trash talk Caraina and Tigrus had to dish out. But in the long run it wouldn't get them anywhere. They needed a plan to beat these guys. She pondered on Tigrus' suggestion of her acting as a distraction so that he could take them out with a drop kick. Her sky blue eyes glanced back over to the two large cats. It would take way more than a drop kick to take those two down.<br><br>The caracal yelped as she felt the tiger's heavy paw slap her behind. Both her hands moved to rub her cheeks gingerly. Well, now she could brag about not only how she got to fight side by side with The Howler, but he touched her ass too! It was a good day. Then there was General Oceloto and Cheetarik to remind her that it was just crap. And this was all because of Catsy. That cat better pray that she&nbsp; never crosses Caraina's path again...<br><br>"Well...." she said whispering back to Tigrus. "It's been in my experience that when the odds of victory are just absolutely not in your favor...it's always good to swallow your pride and&nbsp; run away so that you can see another day. Because option B might not work. This isn't really the time or place for me to try and seduce them. When in doubt pretend that you're going to put out." she smiled as her tail returned the favor in giving Tigrus' own backside a small tap. "And my name is Caraina."<br><br>The thief set her hands on her hips staring at the General taking his fighting stance and popping out his claws. The cheetah staring as if he couldn't wait to leave the ring smeared with the Caracal's and Tiger's blood. "Heh...you know, you guys don't have to do this. Surely there are more important matters in the kingdom to attend to than fighting us..." and on cue, the Royal crest flashed in the sky. Caraina blinked staring at the emblem and then watched as the General and his men made their leave.<br><br>"...Yeah, that's right, you better run." she muttered under her breath as her eyes returned to the sky. She only knew that the crest was only flashed when there was a crisis to be handled concerning the kingdom. She turned looking back up to Tigrus. "What do you think is going on?" she asked setting a hand to her chin now wearing an inquisitive expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 23:11:26</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Leonaar and Leona<br>Catacombs - Beneath the City</span></span></strong><br><br>Leonaar winced as the blade nicked the soft underside of his neck.&nbsp; He remained still, looking at Leona, nearly oblivious to any emotion regarding her exposed body, but still fearful.&nbsp; Their eyes met briefly, Leona's devoid of emotion, before Mother Tabitha's tail brushed again against his chin.&nbsp; There was something familiar about her smell, but that query was pushed to the back of his mind in favor for repressed panic.&nbsp; There were no questions as to what was to happen to him.&nbsp; His death-- that was their goal, or rather an item on their loony-bin checklist.&nbsp; His face contorted in a mixture of despair, confusion, and pleading as he squirmed against Mother Tabitha.&nbsp; <br><br>A muffled scream erupted from behind his gag as Leona squared her shoulders and, steeled, she kept her gaze on the veiled cat that kept her brother's life. Slowly she walked the final paces to the alter's first steps.&nbsp; She looked up at Mother Tabitha with pure disgust, her tail tense and her fine fur standing on end.&nbsp; Her gaze flickered to the cleared table but then to the knife held in the golden tail.&nbsp; The few drops of Leonaar's spilled blood buzzed in her senses, provoking her need to protect kin.&nbsp; The shining and sharp knife was the closest weapon, by far, to her.&nbsp; To start an altercation though would only prove to have the twins outnumbered, and what cat knew how many more of these robed crazies there were in the shadows.<br><br>If she could just...Her eyes did not settled on the knife for long but instead on the table, where she was instructed to lay upon.&nbsp; She took one steady step towards it but then turned and lunged for the knife, not caring too much for Leonaar's body in her quick, powerful, and forceful grab.&nbsp; 
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