#Metakitties

[hedgiwithapen]

Stargate with Metakitties! Planet with superpowered cats!! AND! The cats need to be very obviously based on my and/or your real-life cats. (Our friends’ cats are also acceptable.)

There were worse planets to be stuck for a few days, if you asked Daniel. No one did. 

At least, not any more.

“Kitty Girl,” he said to the the black lump of cat in his lap. “I need you to move.”

The cat did not move. She blinked one eye partially open, and curled even tighter. Daniel closed the book he’d been studying. Whatever humans had once lived on this planet, they were long gone, but not so the cats. The tomes were still in decent condition, so Daniel was taking full advantage of the three day window of time they were stuck to learn everything he could about the civilization that had once been here. 

The main thing was the cats. They were everywhere, and not just the living cats, but the relics. Mosaics in the roads, murals on the walls that still stood, cats everywhere. Even the books shows signs of it-- inky pawprints marked many pages. 

Daniel shifted just a little in his seat. Kitty Girl blinked the other eye, and gave a noise that sounded almost like a sigh. She twitched one paw, and the book Daniel had been eyeing on the shelf floated over.

Honestly, the fact that all the cats had some kind of supernatural ability made the entry in the first history book make a lot more sense. 

They'd been here when the Gao'uld came. They'd been here when that Gao'uld fell, and they'd been the cause of it, at least if this historian was to be believed. There had only been a few humans, few enough that they'd died out naturally, or at least that was his current theory.  The brief genealogies in the book seemed to support it, and Sam's hazy recollections from Jolinar indicated that the Tokra Bast had  made her first strike against Gao'uld system lords here. 

He lost track of the hour. 

"I require some assistance," Teal'c called from outside. Daniel looked down at Kitty Girl and sighed. 

She grumbled as he resettled her on the cushion.

~~

Teal'c shifted his body weight, ineffectually. He shook his right arm briskly. This too failed to dislodge the "tabby" kitten that Sam had named "Baby" due to it's diminutive size from where it clung by claw and jaw. 

"I require assistance," he said again. Baby hooked a claw free and climbed closer to the precious cargo Teal'c bore. 

Colonel Jack O'Neil looked them up and down and laughed. As if Teal'c had told a joke of some kind, though he did not often laugh at Teal'c humor.

"I do not see what is so funny," Teal'c said, lifting an eyebrow. The kitten growled, biting down harder. 

Teal'c was Jaffa. He could handle pain. That did not mean he enjoyed it. 

"I warned you," Jack said. "And you didn't believe me."

"I do not see the wisdom in dowsing my dinner in a sweetened fruit paste that does not compliment the flavors." 

"Yeah, well, Ketchup's the only thing in our supplies that little demon doesn't like, so. If you want to be the one eating your dinner, I suggest you try it." Jack said, holding up the bottle.

Teal'c sighed. "Very well," he agreed, putting down his plate for Jack to doctor, and catching the kitten before it could reach the rest of the food. 

He held it up to eye level, though at arms' length, having learned that lesson already. "We are allies. I would share with you, if you would not take it all for yourself, " he told Baby, who pinned his ears backwards and attempted a disemboweling kick that would have worked on a small rodent, and not Teal'c's arm. The Jaffa smiled, recognizing a kindred spirit. "You will make a fine warrior against the Gao'uld, some day, if you do not annoy your fellows. After supper, I shall teach you the best way to kill a snake."

[wrencatte]

Giving Jason a cat just makes me remember fluffernutter toebeans and makes me wanna reread metakitties

[pagesofkenna]

@hedgiwithapen I tried to see what this AI would write on the topic of metakitties

okay I love this website

[windona]

for prompting night: Send kittens to Krypton (maybe one stowed away with Adam?)

“Well, this thing only allows one passenger- me,” Adam said, finishing his explanation. At that, a tiny ‘mew’ sounded throughout the Fortress of Solitude, completely undercutting his previous statement.

Adam looked down. Crawling out of his jacket was a tiny kitten.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he mutters. “Since when are cats an exception to that rule? And how did you get here, little fella?”

Seg looked down at the calico kitten currently being manhandled by Adam. It kept crawling over his arm, and then up Adam’s shoulder. Seg could have sworn the cat looked directly at him before it jumped.

Instinctively, Seg caught the kitten. It settled in his arms, yawned, and a sense of warmth and comfort emanated from it as it purred. It nuzzled his bicep.

“This is a cat?” Seg said, absentmindedly stroking the small furry creature. It was rather fluffy and soft.

“Well, yeah, but baby cats are called kittens. And that fella looks pretty young,” Adam said. He sighed. “It must have crawled into my jacket at one point, I don’t know when. I just hope it’s not one of STAR Lab’s metakitties.”

Seg continued petting it. The creature didn’t look like any native Kryptonian animal. “This is the most convincing proof of your story so far.”

Adam shook his head. “At least it’s not Dex-Starr.”

[unpreservedsuburbanfarmstead]

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[bisexual-blacksun]

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[pagesofkenna]

bringing this back because i finally listened to the Tales from Thornvale episode where Dennison tells the story about how he was left to rot in a Redfeather prison, and was saved by a tiny kitten who wandered into his cell and slept in his beard, and how he almost starved to death trying to make sure this kitten had plenty to eat

my favorite thing right now about Skyjacks: Courier's Call is how intimidating and serious Captain Dennison is, with his gruff voice and no-nonsense attitude, until you remember he's running a ship full of children

the average age of the crew of each audron is like 16, maybe 18 if they count the senior staff, who are basically camp counselors

[augustheart]

F and G

F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

anything by @hedgiwithapen even if she does write more hurt than comfort

G: Care to share a favorite crack fic?

metakitties counts as crack, i think.

[theredshirtwholived]

Metakitties Kitten Cast

Hey,

So a few months ago I started reading my dear person-who-I-like-talking-to-hopefully-friend @hedgiwithapen‘s fic Metakitties. I loved it and decided to make face claims for the metakitties! Enjoy!

This is Apricot.

This is Bear.

This is Cassie.

This is Eevee. 

This is Faulkner.

This is Felix.

This is Freda. 

This is Fuzzwhump (my personal favorite.)

This is Ginger.

This is Goldie.

This is Greebo. 

This is Havoc.

This is Koshek.

This is Lucy.

This is Moose. 

This is Murgatroyd.

This is Nyoom.

This is Peanut Butter.

This is Raoul. 

This is Rita.

This is Santiago.

This is Schmendrick.

This is Schrodinger.

This is Scrap.

This is Spike.

And finally, this is Sue.

All credit for the Metakitties goes to @hedgiwithapen.

[just-some-fic-recs]

Clowder of Chaos

Author: Hedgi ( @hedgiwithapen )

Fandom: The Flash

Tags: kittens, kittens chew holes in the plot and screw with eobard’s plans, slight canon divergence, metakitties, team as family

Summary: Set before the Wells is Eobard reveal (will continue through to the end of the season with AUing)

Barry walks into the cortex, and is met with Chaos. Adorable, adorable Chaos.

Over two dozen metakittes worth of Chaos.

Eobard's plans did not account for this.

No one's plans accounted for this.

Ao3 link

Also has a sequel: Caboodle of Chaos

everything is better with kittens that make people be honest with each other

[hedgiwithapen]

Blue Valley metakitties?

Set in season 3 Mike and Jakeem brought the box to the Pitstop, because this was a Justice Society Issue to handle. 

"And because I don't think Buddy would like having his house over run," Mike tacked on to the explanation. Pat peeked in the box and sighed. 

"So we can overrun the pitstop instead? Mike, where did you even find this many kittens?"

Beth frowned. "Illegal dumping of feral cats in the woods has decreased 25% over the last three years, but--"

"Yeah, no, I didn't find them in the woods," Mike interrupted.

"Thunderbolt brought them to us!" Jakeem added helpfully. 

Pat took a step back. "He what?"

"He said they were highly recommended as problem solvers! I don't think they can help us solve the murder, though." Jakeem stuck his finger in the box and yelped as an orange kitten bit his finger. 

"No, I don't think... kittens.... can help with that. Look, Jakeem, why don't you just take them--"

"Awwww," Courtney peeked in the box and without waiting even for a moment scooped up a fuzzy tabby kitten. "You're so cute! Yes you are! Yes you--wow!"

The kitten wriggled out of her grip, but instead of dropping to the cement floor, she did not do that. 

"Right," said Pat. "The Thunderbolt kittens can fly. Because of course they can. Beth?"

"Sorry, Mr. Dugan. Chuck's never seen anything like this."

"I'm keeping her," Courtney said. "I'm gonna name her Sparkle." 

Mike pretended to gag. 

"I think technically she's Jakeem's," Beth pointed out. Jakeem shook his head emphatically, "No, no, keep her. My parents say I'm not responsible enough for a pet. Everyone can have one. Are you sure you don't want the orange guy? He keeps biting me."

"I'll pass," Courtney said, scooping up Sparkle again. Sparkle wiggle free again and climbed to perch on Courtney's head. "Oh, you like to be tall, huh?"

"Hey Mike?" Jakeem asked after a moment. " Weren't there more kittens?"

"Awww, shoot."

They found one of them at the Shade's house, chewing on a shrubbery. Another,  possibly the same bitey orange kitten, Yolanda managed to grab off the bridge before a car came. She scolded it gently, and it returned the favor by trying to steal her hairtie. 

 A third turned out to be Sparkle, again, who'd gotten herself stuck on the roof, and wouldn't come down, floating out of reach even when Courtney went up there on Cosmo. 

"What is this?" Cindy asked them when Jakeem and Mike turned up at her house to let her know about the Recent Additions to the Young Allstars. She pointed down. The tiniest kitten, a black fluffy thing that looked up at her with enormous eyes, sat on her shoe. It was roughly the size and shape of the pom-poms on winter hats worn by people like Beth Chapel. 

"Uh... a kitten?" Mike said. "Jakeem wished for them."

"I did not! I wished for assistance! The Thunderbolt decided that meant kittens, not me."

"I know what a kitten is, I'm not stupid," Cindy said. "Why is it on my shoe?"

Mike reached down. The kitten hissed at him and climbed up Cindy's skinny jeans. Automatically Cindy shifted her arm so it wouldn't fall and shred her. The kitten had Teeth.

"Why is it vibrating?" she asked, suddenly concerned. "Did it break?"

"I think that means she likes you," Jakeem said, beaming. 

"Yeah, she's purring. it means she feels safe."

"Why?" Cindy asked again. She pet the little kitten’s head with one finger. "If anything happens to her, I'm burning this entire town to the ground."

"Noted," Mike said.

The orange kitten wriggled out of the box again, and took off down the street, tail high.

[wrencatte]

who is your favorite flash fanfiction cat (fluffernutter? one of the metakitties?)

I hate to say this. Fiuffernutter. When I wrote the...what's it called. The one where Barry's in bed and team flash is curled around him after Henry is murdered. (Title please). It's when I fell in love with Barry's seeing0eye cat and i will never let go. I wanna name my eventual cat fluffernutter.

[lexxicona]

I found Nyoom! @hedgiwithapen

[windona]

Prompting night: the scarab's first encounter with a housecat (or metakitty)

"Hey Paco!" Jaime said, entering the Tejas house. "I'm here to study, like we talked about earlier."

Paco paused from where he was grabbing one of his sisters off a bookshelf. "Hey Jaime, I'll be right over, just give me a second to grab my books. And keep Senior Kitty company, okay?"

Paco disappeared as an orange spotted cat walked on over to rub against Jaime's legs. Jaime crouched down and held out a hand.

"Hey there, how's it going?"

[[Jaime Reyes, there is a small creature with sharp claws and teeth near you. Recommended tactic, sonic canon.]]

"Hey, he's Paco's cat and he's a sweet kitty. A pet, not harmful if you treat him right."

Senior Kitty purred. Jaime scratched behind his ears as a memory floated up from the scarab's distant past.

It had not been long after the priestess of Isis had cleansed him. The one he was bonded to was going through the temple to make an offering to yet another god.

It was a temple of Bast. Small, strange, furry creatures clamored around.

"They are not threats, scarab. They are servants of Ra, and protect from evil spirits." She had made an offering.

One stared at the scarab, as if knowing its true purpose, and then walked away.

[hedgiwithapen]

Stargirl + Metakitties! Again, I heavily encourage expies of real-life cats in our lives.

"Man," Jakeem said, looking from his Spanish textbook  on Mike's bedroom floor to the black cat sitting directly on his worksheet. "I wish I'd known about you before I got my class schedule." He gave the cat a scritch and failed to shift her off his paper. "C'mon Bean. Scoot."

"Nein," said the Bean. 

"I think you need to ask her in German," Mike said.

Jakeem sighed. "Bean, please move. In German."

The Bean stretched out one leg and shifted just a little bit.

"Huh. Usually works," Mike said. "I'll go get us some snacks. Maybe she'll follow me to the kitchen?"

The Bean, for once, did not. 

Mike elbowed his way past Courtney to get at the toaster. It was getting pretty crowded at home, with everyone already constantly over, plus all the cats that came and went but always seemed to be under someone’s foot. Usually his.  Sparkle still hadn’t forgiven him for stepping on her tail. “Tomorrow, I’m studying at Jakeems,” he said to no one in particular. The back door popped open. “Look who I found down in the tunnels. Again,” Rick said, holding up the long, and long haired tabby-and-white kitten.

“Yoink!” Mike said, reaching out. Yoink looked at him, seemed to mentally count how many people were in the room, and quite literally high-tailed it out of the kitchen. He smacked into the doorframe with a little 'spoft!' noise and skittered out into the hall, sliding on the hardwood. 

“Yoink?” Rick’s face fell a little. “I thought we were calling him Jax….”

“Yeah, except he kept yoinking Courtney’s jewelry,” Mike explained. 

“I thought you’d rather have one of the non-criminal cats named after your old dog,” Courtney said, apologetic. "And it really does fit.  I caught him with my bracelet yesterday, and Yolanda's hoop earrings are gone."

“No, it’s fine,” Rick said, brushing cat fur off his jacket. Courtney caught a glimpse of the hourglass. “Anyways… I don’t know why he keeps going down there, but it's probably not safe. We really need to block the entrances.”

Mike scoffed. "Good luck with that," he said, grabbing his poptarts and heading to his room. 

“Wait, why were you down there?” Courtney asked Rick. 

“Just looking for clues. Don’t worry, I had a buddy.” Rick promised.  Everyone was on the strict buddy-system until the killer was caught, and no one was exactly thrilled by it.

“The cats don’t count, no matter what Thunderbolt said,” Pat called, entering the room with the enormous orange cat trying to balance on his shoulders. “ Someone, take Strider? I’m trying to make dinner, here.” He saw the foil packet Mike had left on the counter and raised his voice as Courtney tried to take Strider, who was busy trying to melt directly into Pat's skin--thankfully not an ability he actually posses, just the ability to go boneless. 

"Mike! How many more times do I have to tell you, no poptarts before dinner?"

"Uh... twice?" Mike called back

“I was with Yolanda, she counts,” Rick said. "We didn't find anything, anyways. Except for Yoink."

"I do not understand that cat," Courtney said. "Seriously I think he hates me? But Strider doesn't, do you, big guy?" she asked, petting the orange cat's head until his amber eyes closed and he started to purr.  

Someone knocked at the back door. Courtney frowned a little. "Who could that be?" Beth had a key, and would have come in the front anyways. The Crocks and Sylvester didn't knock. Jakeem was in Mike's room, Yolanda was in the dining room, Cameron would have texted first...

"Hi, Cindy," Courtney started, already opening the door.

But it wasn't Cindy Burman standing there. It wasn't Jennie or Todd, either, or even the other Jenny, looking for Jakeem.

"Oh my god," Courtney said, dropping Strider.  The tabby gave a reproachful meow as he landed, then went to sniff the newcomer. His feathery tail brushed the door, his fur a perfect match for the stranger's hair. "Henry?"

"I need help. I think," Henry King Junior said as he staggered into the kitchen and collapsed.

[hedgiwithapen]

free Metakitties prompt

Just a lil snippet of some of the earth-2 fieldtrip! (Flash) Once, Cisco might have said there was nothing worse than remembering his mentor kill him, seeing the look on Dr. Wells' face as his hand cut through the air and his chest.

And that was still probably the worst thing, right next to-- well, everything that had happened when they’d finally beaten Eobard Thawne and the sky had tried to eat Central city. That had all worked out, though, and his murder had…. Also worked out. It just still haunted him.  But seeing the faces of his friends, dying,  breaking, that was-- hard. 

Zoom had been ready, prepared for them. He’d batted Nyoom out of the air with one black-gloved hand. Snatched Barry and gone, leaving a wake of blue sparks in an alleyway full of death. 

Cisco didn't want to look at Reverb's body. At Deathstorm's body.  At Killer Frost, weeping. 

She'd been about to kill them. She wasn't Caitlin. That wasn't Ronnie, that wasn't him. They were killers.  Terrible people, in a terrible city.

Her crying sounded the same. 

"I'll make you a deal," he said, standing awkwardly. He could feel his heart beating, and Fuzzwhump echoing it back from her curled up place in his arms. She’d never have let him go without her, and he was more glad than ever. 

Killer Frost looked up at him, tears freezing on her cheeks. 

"What's the point?" she asked bitterly. "You can't hope to beat him. He'll be back to finish us both off. Just go."

"Or you could help me rescue my friend," he offered. 

She almost laughed, the same way Caitlin almost would have, in disbelief. "And die. Like..." She almost touched Deathstorm's chest. Didn't. Ice melted on her palm.

"Not die," Cisco shook his head. " Your powers and my powers are the two things that can stop Zoom. Help me save my friend. And promise not to kill anyone else. And--"

"You have a lot of demands for someone who isn't offering anything," she said, but she was watching him now. He could almost pretend it was a Halloween costume she wore, that this was Caitlin under bright blue lights. 

"And let Martin Stein go," he finished.

"He's dead," she said, flatly. "And so's Ronnie. He killed Ronnie. He..."

"If I can bring them back. Will you do it? Help me stop Zoom, let Martin go?"

The answer was as instantaneous as he knew it would be. It was not his Caitlin. But it was still Caitlin. 

"Yes. Anything, just bring him back to me."

Cisco crouched by the body, and set Fuzzwhump down over the still man's shredded heart. A moment passed. Another. He took a breath, his open eyes burning white with the light of FIRESTORM.