Introductions Hello confused-looking new person! You might want to make this one of your first stops on this exciting train ride of an rp (never mind my terrible metaphors)! Just stop in, tell us a bit about yourself, and we'll hand you the next ticket! Absences Leaving us for a while? Sure go ahead! The exit's over to the right, near that sign over there that says this way to hell. Anyway be it a family vacation (shudder) or a magical invasion, let us know when you'll be back (if ever)! Staff Board A candy store disguised as an old shack. Only for us dignified and privileged folk like myself, naturally. But in case you people get ideas, we've got our man-eating guppies to protect us! Okay well they're kind of dead from lack of water but... shhh! Announcements July 15 Auditions to join the tribes are up! and we begin to dance..

Create a Character Before you click that link up there, make sure you've looked through our Guidebook first. Then check out our list of species allowed here. Finally, copy the code for the character form and get to it! It's nearly painless, I promise. Character Form && Species List Breeding You know what they say. 'When two people love each other very much...' this is what happens: you get little kitties! Like awws. So if you're interested in having your kitties get little kitties, get over here! Just make sure to follow all of the rules. Breeding: yes && Birthing: yes Biographies Here are the archives documenting all of the felines living here. Why is it here you ask? Well they serve all sorts of purposes: spying, stalking, hunting them down, that sort of cheerful thing. What do you mean 'why would we want to stalk th-' What a silly question. Occula && Morte && Dolce && Loners Character Logs As if prying into our residents' personal information wasn't enough, why don't we also peek into their personal lives? Here are their journals and diaries, on display so we can really get to know them. Just make sure that each person, not account, makes only one thread. Adoptables Axel, the son of Calypso add your own! the origin of us all..

Royale Palace It's a pretty little thing. Built of pearly marble with ice-tinted shingles and ivory statuettes dotting the large courtyard, it is certainly quite visible throughout the city. But despite its sheer beauty, it harbors a mess of lies and deceit. Do you dare walk the richly garnished halls where the blood of many were spilled? Garden of Tranquility Sometimes to escape the madness of the bustling court, you might venture deep into the labrynthine hedges of the magnificent gardens. There are blood-red carnations and silk roses, buttery tulips and sky-touched hydrangeas... A world of flowers carefully nurtured can surely calm one of the screams of those assassinated... Hall of Mirrors The famous mirror-lined chambers of the city, a construction so twisted, you'll be colliding with your own reflection every turn of the way. A perfect place for not hiding from someone, as your image will be reflected in every way possible everywhere. Sort of like a fun house gone horribly wrong. Mistic Temple The villagers of Dolce are extremely religious, but it is a false idolatry. The so-called god Ano and goddess Anrithka are nothing but made-up figures conjured by the late King Eviserro. But no one speaks of that. Instead they immerse themselves in prayer to these false gods in the grand halls of the high temple. Central Bazaar Its worn-out cobblestone streets are crawling with entertainment, and loaded with the music and singing, swirling with the hyper dancing and the dangling art pieces on display. Everywhere there is noise and color, and the villagers mill to and fro, lapping up the excitement. It's every kid's dream, but beneath the fun is, as always, the more sinister parts. Court News Damask thinks he sees an assassin outside. Princess Grace discusses the future with her mother. Ominously. Queen Vitani seems to recognize Delgato. Prince Zerissen uses big words no one can understand. typical. Artemis, a snow leopard, is being sold as a slave. gasp! royale circle..

Comatose Glen A sleepy little glen, filled only with the quiet hum of crickets and the soft lapping of the little streams of rainwater. It is peaceful; so peaceful that they say cats simply drop dead - or at least into a half-conscious state. That they walk the paths of the glen, searching for victims to prey upon. Okay sounds pretty lame, but in a city as unpredicatable as this... Chisel Cemetery Slabs of dawn-gray stone are projected from the cold ground. A graveyard, each of the gravestones bearing a messy scrawl, borne from the labors of sharp-clawed working cats. The names inscribed are hardly legible, but the ring with songs of the past. But no one really visits. The past haunts too much in the mind already. Seral Stoneriver Despite being a thick forest, lush with fruit and greenery, real physical water, pooling in a cool stream, is hard to find. Here is a mirage, a delusion given a name to fool folk into believing it is a river. It is, however, merely a swath of smooth stone, its grayness shimmering with blue so that it appears to be water. A trick of the light? Or something more ominous? Dancers' Bazaar The Elke Circle is perhaps most famous for its graceful and sensual dancers. They boast spry and agile felines with rhythm in their paws and song coarsing their veins. And this market says it all. It is pulsing with sweet sounds of love and anguish, all portrayed by the movement of the cats who dance their emotions. But too much display of emotion can be a bad thing, especially if that emotion is hatred... Elke News King Fenris appears to be hitting on the loner Sombra... elke circle..

High Archery This mountainous Circle has sparse vegetation, but in this valley, all of the trees and plants seem to be concentrated here. Most of them are half-dead, their rotting roots poking from the dry earth, and their leaves haphazardly cast onto the dirt. Various sticks and sharp stones jut from their burnt-caramel trunks, the result of the archers' practice. It is unwise to venture there unaccompanied, for who knows where an 'accidental' shot might land? Ruins of Galae It is a structure in such disrepair, it is hard to tell it ever was anything at all. Just a scattering of broken stones, arranged in a mystic circle, leaving dark shadows that seep into the earth. Legend tells that a noble family had once lived there, until their home collapsed upon them while they slept. Prospectors are attracted to the wealth of jewelry buried deep underneath, but a supposed curse of the skeletons halts the lure. Borealis Pass Somewhere at the top of the loftiest mountain peak, it is said that you can see the stars burst with color and dance across the night, but this is only a few times a year. They say it is a magical array of frothy pink and twisted green and bold magenta... It is more magnificent than anything the best of the court can conjure. But its beauty is dangerous. Mortals who have looked upon this display have gone insane, or died from massive head injuries. Not such a small price to pay, is it? Silent Market The cats of the mountains are dangerous people. Small chatter is a twisted play; laughter is a promise of murder. Perhaps this is why there is no way a deal can be true unless it is conducted in near silence. For without the soft threats and without the manipulated words, only then can you be assured you are getting what your paid for in this treacherous market. Because really, 'Thieves Market' is a more suitable name for it. Castele News nothing new castele circle..

Pride Valley Fields of gold sparkle brilliantly beneath a searing and relentless sun. It is hotter than a desert dune out here, where everything is stirred by a lazy breeze. You can honestly feel the heat dance over your fur, as it slowly melts your existence until you wither away into nothingness. Not a pretty picture. Burnished Plains The fields here have withered into nothing. Hardly anything remains except a few scraggly and sunkissed grasses fighting their way through the cracked dirt. There is no shade to be seen either, save for the dried up tree husks that hug the ground. But the shade is minimal, providing only for a dozen grasses and nothing more. There is no mercy in this land, none at all. Great Tree Besides the markets and bazaars, this is the only place where cats accumulate by dozens (and besides the dead cats of the cemetery). There is ample shade here; more than that really. An enormous giant of a tree which boughs quivering with trembling leaves and trunk grown wild with the weight it carries, it shields many a creature from the sun. Here there is talk and gossip floating, idle chat and deadly rumors between the prides and coalitions of cats. Chanters' Bazaar Chant and song are the specialties of the feline residents here. In their bustling market, the voices of many ring and intertwine, some of which form harmonies unintended. They are a very musical people, able to craft music with their wooden instruments and song with their voices. Unlike most markets, it is not as much the movement as it is the noise. But it is so noisy, that a scream of pain would never be heard... Kenke News nothing new kenke circle..

Broken City This is one of the dirtiest sections of town, both in cleanliness and manner. The felines living here sport grime and muck, and their language is coarse and reflects their dire situation. Murder and crime are common here, just like blinking. A kit is killed: no big deal; a home destroyed: of no concern. It is dangerous, yes, but it is the world they know. Living here may be emotionally traumatic, but at least it is better than slavery. Shrouded Tunnel It is dark and damp, with mildew coating nearly everything, including its inhabitants. But despite that, it is an escape; it is freedom. Slaves who escape from their enslavement run away here, where the stench of the lower Circle will certainly hide them. Hardly any upper class cats would walk these streets; the stench would always scare them off. No, the only trouble comes from their own kind: cats so desperate they would sell their own children back to slavery to earn their own freedom. Death Prison This is not just any high-walled, deep-stoned prison; this is a prison strictly for the dead. Those who have perished, be it murder or starvation or disease, are thrown into this jail, to be left to the mercy of the vile residents. Rats scurry between the bodies, hungry for their flesh. Poor cats on the verge of starvation themselves usually gather outside of the prison, barred from eating its inhabitants because of the walls. Forgotten Dens Rows of perfect homes dot the sad and lonely scene, but there is no sign of life. And why are there not desperate cats living somewhat comfortably in these dwellings? They fear the plague which racked the land years before, killing feline victims left and right. No one was spared from the disease; no one survived to tell tales of the horrors. And though it has been many years, no one dares ever return. Ravage News nothing new ravage circle..

Occula Tribe The Occula Tribe is the more secret and exclusive of the two. They prefer to dwell in the shadiest parts of the Anane Forest, always hunkering and creeping about in the dead of night. They are often dubbed 'Nightkillers' for their expertise in hunting at night. Morte Tribe The Morte Tribe is the deadlier of the two. They have the fiercest warriors, whose claws and teeth are sharp and always used to the fullest benefit. They have also perfected a method of strangulation to kill, leaving the victim a ghastly blue-purple hue to the face and with red marks all over their body. For this they are feared the most. Singing Stone There is a bright orb deep within the black forest, that is said to contain the very voice of the legendary Dulcet, she who sings at night. It is a curious artifact, wrapped in myths and stories, prompting many a cat to search for it. In fact, when a tribe cat is of age, it vacates the tribe in order to take the path that leads to this fabled orb. But the paths are twined cleverly, sometimes leading said cat to his or her very death... Charred Ashes There is a section of the deep forest that is no longer there. A forest fire ravaged the land, its tongues of flame shriveling the grand trees and hacking at the fruitful bushes. But the tribes say it was the fury of the god of fire, who was angry at the tribes where were at the time engaged in a deadly war. But unfortunately, it burned up almost half the forest. And the tribes have tense relations again, they are once again beginning to speak of war... Forest News nothing new anane forest..

Plottination Another wonderful way to really get acquainted with us is by forming all sorts of mini-plotting goodness. The limits are... well... not there! Plan massive parties for your upper class cats, rebellious slaves, and forbidden relationships! Go super crazy! Just follow the rules please. Chatalicious Yet another place to go insane (wonder what this says of our darling head admin Charity?)!! So come on in, relax, play some games, talk a bit too much about yourself, and sip your coffee (or whatever it is you drink, could be banana juice for all I care)... But you know, make sure you've finished replying to all your posts ahem. Plugging It's not my leaky drainage system, that's all I have to say. But seriously, it's actually quite fun, kind of like site gossip you know? Wander onto a few sites, check out what they have, glare at the competition in a totally non-evil way of course... Yep, pretty fun Advertising && Link Back && Affiliating Archives Just some old stuff here, nothing else. Really, why all the interest in this dirty place? It's just the archives you know, not like I'm hiding anything. I'm hiding nothing okay, nothing!! Graphics Afterthought Studios Oasis Designs Leopard's Art Lair Iris Studio Fading Away Studios Tope's Studio Create a studio Test your tables out until we scream again..