Voltage regretted her actions. Sure, she really had needed to get out of the forest, but to just leave like that? And when there were two cats trying to find the doctor? Tide had sounded especially panicked. 

She tried to swallow her guilt and focus on flying. I’m almost out of that dreadful forest! I can do this! But somehow she couldn’t. There was something in the air that forbade her to run away. Was she feeling sorry for the cats? What was happening?

Her wings swerved out of control. Is this how Tide feels every time he flies? Completely helpless? She tried to adjust them but they wouldn’t work. Someone, either a Magic or a Cosmic cat–was using telekinesis to pull her out of the air. Her thoughts spiraled. Did whoever was now purposely trying to hurt her cause Ivy to leave earlier? Was there some evil force hidden away inside the forest? 

As she hit the earth with a painful thud, causing a crackling sound, she let out a yelp. Whoever was controlling her had caused her to land on her wings. She tried to fly away, but with her torn wing, it was impossible. And it was too dark for her to attempt walking away.

So Voltage looked around her surroundings. It was pitch dark, as if she was underground, in a cave, or maybe even in a hollow tree. She reached out a paw to see if she could climb out of whatever prison she was in.

And then she heard a cat’s voice. “Stop struggling and be quiet or that Forest Cat will hear.”

Ivy was nearby.

She felt herself go limp almost instantly. 

What do you want with me? What do I know that you don’t want me to share? She thought desperately.

The cat didn’t seem like they could read her thoughts. “If you move I will drop you again, this time from far higher so your bones will shatter into a million pieces.”

If I could move I could warn everyone of this strange cat, who drops other cats onto their wings and seems to have some evil plan. Even as she thought, she heard the cat slipping away, probably to hurt more cats. And here she was, controlled by telekinesis and hidden someplace so secret she doubted anyone would find it. For once, she wanted someone to see her.

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I sense some danger. And also, the other people in this RP should probably put in a part or else I think that the danger will escalate without them because the people who have contributed so far are very active.

I opened my eyes with a groan ow. everything hurt.

the last thing I remembered was being suddenly thrown against a tree, and then darkness.

I sat up fast. "ow!" I said as my head hit a stone celing. 

I felt around with my paws. I seemed to be in a prison cell, or at least surrounded by rock, with iron bars on one side. it was too dark to see anything anyway.

a small noise. I looked up, careful to not hit my head again.

a Cat stepped into view. they carried a lit torch, so I could partially see my surroundings. I was in a stone room- a cave, perhaps- and there were shelves all around the room, filled with gruesome things, skulls, vials of dark red liquid, or some kind of green stuff in a glass case. that was pretty much everything I could see, because the strange Cat purposefully held the torch so that I couldn't identify what kind of Cat they were. 

they looked directly at me, glowing eyes seeming to stare into my soul. I shivered and pulled back.

"good night, little Kitten." they hissed. "soon you'll have company."

then, the torch went out, plunging the room in blackness like paper in ink.

but I did see one thing before everything was covered in darkness.

a glint of something gold around the Cat's neck.

something that seemed very, very imporant. 

I flung myself at the wooden dummy, quickly striking it with my paw, my flaming paw burning white hot. If you're wondering, the flames reflect my mood, right now, I am really mad. About what you may ask? Well, my sister. She get's me so mad, and the problem for today is! She won't let me train with her.. Not the worst thing in the world, but still infuryating. But she's only a month older than me, but still thinks she can boss me around..And I am not happy with her at all.

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This was just the starting part of Tinder's story, would any one like to talk to her or maybe bump into her. Btw, I will put up her sister's form soon.

OK! Thanks CC!

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"Um, Fir?" Nightingale said, eyeing the other cats.

"Yes?"

"I told you to call me Nightingale. Or Gale." she turned to the other cats. "That's information for you, too."

Fir rolled his eyes slightly but got up and left the room. He came back with warm, shallow glasses of milk. Nightingale padded over to hers and began to lap.

"So, Gale, what brings these cats here?" Fir asked, gesturing to the cats beside her suspiciously.

Nightingale swallowed. Now might be a good time to ask the cats what they needed.

Just do it. You'll appear more brave than you are.

"Hey, um...Kindle? And Tide? Fir wants to know why you're here. I mean..." She trailed off. She wasn't good at this. She was definitely not good at keeping the wind away-

Tide's glass of milk tipped over.

No. Just go away. Just leave me alone, wind! 

Sometimes she just hated her gift. It didn't help her. She always felt liek it wasn't right for her. It seemed like it was for a much braver cat than she was. Forget it.

What happened to friendship? What happened to hope? What happened to the wind being pushed away? I guess it didn't like that.

But now, across the table, over split milk, Tide was staring. Directly at her.

"S-stop it!" she cried. She couldn't help herself. Those eyes felt so controlling.

He didn't notice, he didn't notice, he didn't notice... She wished.

But he totally had. From that look in his eyes.

Great. Now she would have only one chance to make friends with Kindle. But that still didn't remove the look on Tide's face. She had lost his trust.

"I-I-um...didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Tide! My tail just slips out from under me! P-please forgive me. W-we can be friends. All of us."

This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. Spilling anything. The wind had left her alone for a while, on the flight to Fir's, but now...

But Nightingale saw Kindle staring at her, too.

"Do you just have a really powerful tail or what?" Kindle said.

"Look, I'm sorry. You don't understand."

Oops. She'd gone too far. Now she would be spilling everything. Everything.  

OK! Thanks CC!

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"Um, Fir?" Nightingale said, eyeing the other cats.

"Yes?"

"I told you to call me Nightingale. Or Gale." she turned to the other cats. "That's information for you, too."

Fir rolled his eyes slightly but got up and left the room. He came back with warm, shallow glasses of milk. Nightingale padded over to hers and began to lap.

"So, Gale, what brings these cats here?" Fir asked, gesturing to the cats beside her suspiciously.

Nightingale swallowed. Now might be a good time to ask the cats what they needed.

Just do it. You'll appear more brave than you are.

"Hey, um...Kindle? And Tide? Fir wants to know why you're here. I mean..." She trailed off. She wasn't good at this. She was definitely not good at keeping the wind away-

Tide's glass of milk tipped over.

No. Just go away. Just leave me alone, wind! 

Sometimes she just hated her gift. It didn't help her. She always felt liek it wasn't right for her. It seemed like it was for a much braver cat than she was. Forget it.

What happened to friendship? What happened to hope? What happened to the wind being pushed away? I guess it didn't like that.

But now, across the table, over split milk, Tide was staring. Directly at her.

"S-stop it!" she cried. She couldn't help herself. Those eyes felt so controlling.

He didn't notice, he didn't notice, he didn't notice... She wished.

But he totally had. From that look in his eyes.

Great. Now she would have only one chance to make friends with Kindle. But that still didn't remove the look on Tide's face. She had lost his trust.

"I-I-um...didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Tide! My tail just slips out from under me! P-please forgive me. W-we can be friends. All of us."

This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. Spilling anything. The wind had left her alone for a while, on the flight to Fir's, but now...

But Nightingale saw Kindle staring at her, too.

"Do you just have a really powerful tail or what?" Kindle said.

"Look, I'm sorry. You don't understand."

Oops. She'd gone too far. Now she would be spilling everything. Everything.  

i think i will add another charrie cuz' Ivy is pretty much just waiting to be found and rescued

Name: Prince Arborvitae 

Cat Type: Forest

Pronouns: he/him

Appearance: gray-brown fur with a touch of orange, dark green thin wings and tail, orange-brown eyes, small, messy brown mane

Abilites: agile

Personality: noble and kind, loyal to the end and would never, ever lie

Weaknesses: occasionaly a little too noble

Skills: negotiating

Quirks: makes hilarious faces when surprised

Brains or Brawn?: brains

Deepest Secret: Ivy saved his life a long time ago, and now Arborvitae will do anything he can to repay the favor, trouble is, Ivy is just a servant

*coughs* as I stumble out of a dusty closet, dusting cobwebs off a rich looking, silver pen with birds etched into it.

I'M BACK BABY! 

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Name: Tristitia (Tia to friends) 

Cat Type: Prism

Gender: Female

Appearance: small, light delicate, with long whiskers. She's got an off white fur, hinting at shades of pink, blue, and purple. she's got one light pink eye and the other is light blue, an oddity. Her wings are light pink with blue spots on the outer edges of the wings.

Abilities: she can hear others thoughts and see cat's emotions through color, like a kitten can. She is also able to manipulate others emotions, turning them either positive or negative.  

Personality: loud and happy, an extrovert. She's also a great comforter (on account of seeing others emotions) and is overall, a sweet little cinamin bun. (at least, on the outside) I would say she's a Chaotic Neutral 

Weaknesses: manipulative, it's too easy to make cats feel sorry for her to get what she wants. Bratty, ignorant, and prideful

Skills: she's a surprisingly good fighter, she uses her appearance as a disguise, and takes pride in her fighting skills. She's an excelent liar and is a good sneaker. She is also an excellent singer and has a beautiful voice

Quirks: has synesthesia, sounds have colors to her. This is probably why she can still experience other's emotions as colors and she's learned to grab them and change them: by touching it and singing certain tunes, she can change the color of the auras to change their emotions. A lullaby song could be blue, the color of sadness, which would then move down onto the other cat making them feel sad.  

Brains or Brawns?: Brains

Deepest Secret: before she knew what she could do, she broke her familie's emotions---they could no longer feel anything and died soon after. She still feels guilty about it, but the power that came from it was addicting, which is why she hasn't stopped.

Other: She was raised by the town and was spoiled rotten by them, who felt sorry for the poor little thing. She is also a famous singer among the Prism cats and travels from town to town to sing--for a price of course. 

Voltage opened her eyes. There was no sunrise, or sunset, but somewhere during the long dark hours of the cave, she had fallen asleep. She started to stretch herself, but found that the cat who held her prisoner still was controlling her.

But looking on the bright side, that meant she couldn’t move, which meant she couldn’t accidentally bring the heavy drop the horrible cat had forewarned onto herself.

She glanced around and found that somebody had set a dim torch on the cave wall. There were bars on her prison, heavy, metal bars that–that–

There was a bang from behind the bars. “Ow.”

Ivy? Voltage thought with a sudden jolt. What is she doing here? Was she dropped as well?

But before she could say anything, the same cat who had imprisoned her snatched the torch from her prison and shone it in Ivy’s face. As they did so, Voltage caught a glimpse of the grinning skull of a cat nearby Ivy and quickly averted her eyes.

But right before the cat left, Voltage saw a copper necklace hanging around their neck, a single golden circle glowing strangely. As her captor turned, she easily unclipped the circle and saw a few lines on the back of it:

“Fates

Voltage is always HIGH.

Ivy is sometimes POISONED.

The tide is overcome by TSUNAMIS.

Kindling can be buried in SANDSTORMS.

Fir trees are BURNED.”

That is odd, she thought. Four names on the list matched the names of herself and some of the cats she had met that very day. Likely it was just the dark playing tricks on her eyes. She shrugged off the matter and tucked the circle and its strange words securely in her claw to read in more light, if she ever did see the light of day again. Although she probably would forget.

Suddenly she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to move or she would be dropped and her bones would break. When nothing happened she realized that the cat had not noticed her at all. In fact, she was willing to wager the cat had forgotten her and decided that she was secure enough behind the metal bars.