Firepaw's Story

Here's a different kind of roleplay! So please read what I have to say before roleplaying! Basically our character is Firepaw and all of us will be continuing the story from the latest post!

You're allowed to create the WACKIEST IDEAS that Firepaw will meet and encounter! Just roleplay base on your imagination!

So for example... (I'll just make it really simple)

1st person: Firepaw padded into the woods for the first time.
2nd person: He met a talking tree.
3rd person: Then he set the tree on fire.

GET WHAT I MEAN? Let's start!

Firepaw was at a hamburger stall. A man walked over, shocked to see a cat but nevertheless, he asked," What would you like to order?"

Firepaw answered, "I'd like a Big Mac with a squirrel and a mouse in it." Shocked, the man didn't know what to do as his hands froze. But he grabbed a can of cat food that said sushi, and one that said chicken.

Firepaw greedily dug his claws into the can that said sushi and accidentally swiped the can of chicken at the man. The contents burst open and the man ran away with chicken bits in his hair.

Firepaw got his paw stuck in the sushi can and ran after the man for help, and as he was running, he tripped in a pile of whipped cream and got whipped cream all over his face, making him look like a rabid cat.

Sandpaw, who was sitting at the next table, let out a shriek of laughter, nearly toppling over her chair. Graypaw was busy muching and chomping on his burger.

The man saw Firepaw and called the FBI while Firepaw threw a clump of whipped cream at Sandpaw for laughing. Graypaw yowled "FOOD FIGHT!" and grabbed a can of spay cheese and sprayed cheese at everyone around him.

Firepaw opened his mouth wide to catch the cheese. He then grew wings and started flying.

As Firepaw was flying, a gun shot sounded right next to him. There were men beneath him saying, "Get 'im! He'll be worth lots of money!" A bullet hit his wing and he was sent flying down next to the men as they surveyed him.

"Haha," cackled a man with rotten teeth. "Whadda ya'll say? Eight billion, nine billion?" Staggering to his paws, Firepaw pleaded with the men, who were all dressed in dusty jeans and boots with a beat up hat. "No, no, don't kill me," he cried. For no apparent reason, his wings disappeared once he touched the ground.

(He already hit the ground! )

The wings reappeared, as if he was to hurt to control it. The bullet hadn't hit him head on, but it had skinned his side. The youngest man, with dusty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, grabbed him by his scruff. Firepaw's wings flapped helplessly, and the man put him in his truck. "I'll fix him up, then sell 'im," He called to the old men. As the druck drove off, he snickered, "Or not." The young man brought Firepaw to his house, and treated all of his injuries, then put a collar around his neck, a blue one that on the tag said "Auburn". The man loved Firepaw.

Firepaw stole the man's cell phone, learned all the numbers of the kittypets in the neighborhood, and started texting them. The man was looking around for his cellphone and accidently locked himself outside.

Then he pressed a button." Hello? This is JoAnne." came a voice. Firepaw held the phone away from his ear. He grunted. "Hello. This is...er... O Great Fire of The Paw speaking!"

"Who in the name of Chicken are you?" A cat spluttered from the other side. "Well!" Firepaw sniffed, indigenant. "Someone's rude." He slapped his paw down on the End Call button and sneered, "Take that! Pwned!" Hopping off the granite counter, and attempted to make a grand exit out the kitchen, but failed miserabely as he tripped over his own tail.

~lol! Sounds like Winterstream to me ~

"Oh, fudge monkeys," Firepaw groaned as he crashed to the ground. "Well, I won't put a good phone to waste!" Saying so, Firepaw went back and took the phone, then started a game of Temple Run. Due to the excess of fur and lack of unopposable thumbs, he also failed epicly at that; it took him 9 tries just to open the right app! "Newhhhhhh!!! WHY DO I KEEP GETTING EATEN???"

While Firepaw was inside trying to figure out how toplay Temple Run, the young man outside was kicking at the door, trying to get it open. All the neighbors were out, all eyes attracted to the seemingly insane man and also trying to find the source of all that frenzied meowing.