#hamilcat

[feliniakattus]

so... hannibal barcat.. how did he come to be and how did he impact the world around him?

Hannibal Barcat, who was probably known to the Coalition as Topi, was the son of Tessebe. He was born during the Age of Bloodshed, shortly after the Coalition began migration to escape the fires that had razed the grasslands. He had no siblings. It was just him and his parents. 

The Pod had just started pressing on their borders, and the Coalition didn’t pay them too much mind. It wasn’t until the Pod raided their temporary camp that the war began in earnest. This raid was devastating for the Coalition. They were utterly unprepared for any kind of fighting, and if the grasslands weren’t still smoldering they probably would have run home with their tails between their legs. As it was, they fought as best they could, but several kattii were killed, Topi’s mother included. This was the fighting that gave him his distinctive scar, which almost sealed his left eye shut. 

He kept it closed out of convenience at first, as it hurt to open and was blurry, and later it simply became muscle memory to close it. This fight became a core memory for him – the blood, the screams, the shine and shing of claws whistling through the air. His father, Tessebe, was a leading fighter after this. He was often away, but when Tessebe wasn’t, he showered his only cub in affection and attention, usually in the form of practising fighting moves. The other caregivers supported this, encouraging their cubs to do the same. 

What Topi remembers most clearly from this time was the fear. No kattus was completely at ease, and the Coalition was constantly moving. He remembers one occasion when Tessebe didn’t come home for a moon because he couldn’t find the Coalition’s new camp. 

When he turned two (10), he began battle training properly. This was typical for the Coalition’s young at that point. They had realised that the Pod wasn’t going to let them have the land, and as they still couldn’t return to the grasslands (the Skulk was occupying it), they put everything they could into fighting. Including young cubs. Topi was in his first battle when he was a little older than two. He doesn’t remember much except how fierce the Pod kattus he fought’s eyes were. They were barely older than he was, and they truly hated him, and they didn’t even know him. 

When he told his father, Tessebe nodded.

‘They hate us. So we need to hate them back. There’s no point in trying to love something that hates you.’

And Topi nodded like Tessebe had said something wise. 

These were the earliest defining moments for him, but the biggest moment in his life that made him the way he was came when he was six (30). It was another battle with the Pod. At this point, it probably would have been easier to just run back home and chase the Skulk off. At least they knew how to fight on that territory. 

It was becoming increasingly clear that they just did not know how to use the floodplains to their advantage the same way the Pod did. They were haemorrhaging cats left and right, and there were almost no young cubs. But they stayed out of stubborn pride. They didn’t want to lose to a bunch of blubbery idiots. So even though they were dying, the Coalition clung on. 

Topi was in the thick of the fight – as always – when he caught sight of that same kattus he’d seen at in his very first battle. They were over a young cub, claws unsheathed, and he tugged himself free from the kattus digging their teeth into his leg, and flung himself at the Pod kattus. They began to hiss, and he closed his eyes and before he knew what he was doing, he had killed them. 

He had tasted their pulse thudding and falling against his tongue, and felt his teeth sink into their neck as smoothly as any meat. 

Topi told the cub to run, a kind of numbness stealing over him, and then he shrank back from the body and fled into the sea of slicing claws and teeth with new rage. 

This battle was a real doozy for him. Not only did he take his first life, but his father died during that fight as well. 

That shaped him more than anything else into the cold war general that he is known as to the Coalition today. He forever changed the Coalition’s relationship with the other groups – even now they’re less trusting and more guarded with the rest of the Leagues – and the Thorned Paw Clan who helped them win the war that defined the Age of Bloodshed.

More than that, his efforts changed how warfare was carried out by the Coalition. He helped to develop new technology that the Leagues still used today and pioneered several battle moves that are unique to the Coalition. 

[hundredsofsmallbirds]

god i love this loud idiot

[dorkofyork]

Alexander Hamilcat is very Shaped this evening.

[festivelotus]

[ebosha]

hamilcat!!!

[wanderingguest]

just wanted to let those of y'all who've been following me. for a hot minute know that HamilCat crossed the rainbow bridge this afternoon.

he had cancer, but had been doing well. his downturn was sudden. he went fairly quickly and wasn't in pain. I held him while he took his last breaths. I laid him to rest with his favorite blanket. when my finances are back on track, I'm going to get him a paw print marker.

i'm beyond heartbroken. he was my cuddle bug. he followed me everywhere. my room feels a little bit emptier and there's a kitty sized hole in my heart tonight.

remember to give your pets all the snugs.

[catluvus]

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[xxlittle0birdxx]

Yep.

all of my pets r named after fictional characters and i wanted to know how popular it was

[usagidepintura]

Hoy para el #catober2019 toca #musicalcat así que un gaticho haciendo #cosplay de un #musical en este caso #hamilcat de #Hamilton , seguimos con este #inktober a no rendirnos chicos #365draws #poussin365dias #painting #ilustration #dibujo #draws #Myart #likeforlike #ilustración #mangastyle #paint #artofinstagram #fanart #art #anime #manga #artchallenge #drawing #challenge #dibujos #cat https://www.instagram.com/p/B3lGmvhpocZ/?igshid=l5ac1ec4gkkw

[olive-and-rye]

“Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway....” -Lin-Manuel Miranda 💙 Our sweet friend Lynx the #hamilcat @lynx.meownuel.purranda was taken from this world Monday night, only a few days after his human, Emma, discovered he had cancer💙😿 We are so crushed at the loss of this angelic boy, who our humom drew back in 2017. Our hearts are with you friend 💙😿 #restinpeacelynx #hamiltonthemusical . . . #lovecats #catart #art #catportrait #vectorart #vectordrawing #vector #adobeillustrator #illustration #illustrator #drawing #catdrawing #felineart #artofthecat #oliveandryecatart #digital #digitalart #wacom #talnt #9gag #meowed (at Hamilton the Musical London) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2iY2yrFZLT/?igshid=j9aa4foyhalh

[technomanticsystem]

My lap is no longer mine

[feliniakattus]

hmm, shall you share with the people your calendar ideas? they need to see…. the days… of the week…

the plebs shall know about the calendar.

There are 365 days in a year for the Leagues, but only 363 of them are factored into their calendar. There are eleven months to a year, each one 33 days. At the beginning of each season, one holiday or festival occurs, which is not counted as part of the year, or of any month.

Each year is divided into two seasons, cuil (the flooding season) and ceine (the scorching season.) these seasons have two smaller divisions: ceine takes up september-february: hraf-ceine, which would be september-november, and sress-ceine, which is december-feburary.

cuil is made up of rraas-cuil, (march-may) and clach-cuil, (june-august).

The year begins during the first month of hraf-ciene, but the year is only considered to have fully developed after the first fire of the season.

A year is called a ciarall, and is a full cycle from the beginning of hraf-ceine to the end of clach-cuil.

Years are collected in groups of eight. Every eight years is called an Epoch, and eight Epochs are an Age.

So far, there have been 5 ages:

the age of dawning, (formation of the skulk and the pod)

the age of the second sun (formation of the coalition)

the age of joined paws (the coalition's alliance with thorned paw and seasonal holidays. the invention of their modern calendar, specifically with the two off-days)

the age of bloodshed (the coalition begins to migrate, the other leagues attack them to try and take their territory, they are defeated by hamilcat barcat and his son, hannibal barcat)

the age of dayspring (the modern era. peace with the skulk and pod users in a new age of prosperity. the leagues' numbers skyrocket.)

[hundredsofsmallbirds]

i love to kiss hamilton's little forehead but recently he's been licking MY forehead in reciprocation

[grinningjackal]

They've figured out how to coexist peacefully on the same landing

(Alternative Title: I can't take decent photos of more than one cat)

[nightoftheland]

Some days the only reason I’m not dead is because of this little guy. He saves my life even on the worst days because I can’t image leaving him and not knowing if he’d be taken care of.

[beavenheaven]

“On the bow of a ship headed for a new land. In New York you can be a new man.” #hamilcat #catsofinstagram #hamilton (at Manhattan, New York)