#one is a grey tabby with white and one is a pure white one with oddly lykoi-y furless patches

[exocynraku]

omg omg omg i just realized… alongside my many stuffed animals i have scourge plush and two other cats… what if i made a 2007 era fanmade scourge family based off of the other cats….

[questioningdragons]

The problem with knowing about cat genetics is that you watch the opening scene in Oliver and Company and know that the coat colours of the box of kittens are all wrong unless they came from several different parent cats

[songleap]

*note: on top of never having a main series pov who's a tortie, we've ALSO never had a solid white pov in the main series. in fact, unless im misremembering, the only one we've EVER had is moth flight, while mapleshade, spottedleaf, and redtail were all torties

[useless-moss]

Back with the dragon headcanons.

This episode: The Night Fury

Buckle up, this is a long one.

Color variations! Their whole body is usually a dark color. Shades of black/dark grey, dark blue, dark purple are the most common. However, they also have lighter colored patterns on the underside of their wings. Blurred together scales and marks that resemble the northern lights and/or a galaxy type design. It started as a mutation meant for better camouflage, but eventually turned into a mating thing like with peacocks. A night fury has really pretty patterns/designs on the underside of their wings? They have a better chance of getting a mate.

Patterns. They have darker markings and patterns. Think of a black jaguar or a tabby cat for reference. Also, accompanying the previously mentioned designs on the underside of their wings, white speckles that look like stars and can even extend to their underbelly.

Toothless has melanism, hense his more solidly black design, and is actually considered even more rare because of his coloration alone.

They have the widest eye color variation among dragons. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, even shades that look purple are possible.

They usually live in large packs led by a female alpha/queen. If you find one Night Fury, there's usually at least ten more nearby.

Night Fury's in a pack are able to fight the control of dragons like the Red Death and Bewilderbeast more easily since, well, they already have an alpha they're following. Solo Night Furys are still strong willed and can break out with enough trying, but it's significantly harder.

Night Furys are one of if not the most intelligent dragon species. They're able to adapt to different environments, learn from observation to mimic other animal, dragon, and even human behavior, can recognize human weapons, and are smart enough to strategize hunting plans.

Building onto that last point, they don't hunt anywhere near where they nest. They'll fly miles away to hunt for, usually, fish. At least half of the pack will leave at a time while the other half stays back to guard the hatchling, eggs, and nesting area in general. This behavior was learned and adopted after being hunted to near extinction.

Their favorite nesting places are areas that humans can't easily get to. Large cliffs with rocky/rushing water below and in areas prone to storms. Again, a learned behavior from being hunted.

More nesting info, they use a combination of their plasma blasts and claws to dig/carve out caves into said cliffs, which is where they'll nest. Cliff side in an area you can't get too close to on boat with a bunch of holes in the side? Congrats! You probably just found a Night Fury nesting ground and should turn back quickly.

Night Furys aren't inherently aggressive or hostile at all, really. They're wary of humans for obvious reasons, and will defend themselves and their pack/territory, but otherwise they're pretty laid back. Big cats, essentially. Don't be a threat, give them space, and you get to live. This is partly due to them being smart enough to recognize via body language, tone, and even supplies if someone or something is a threat or not.

You want to tame a Night Fury? No weapons, bring food, and again give space. Let them come to you, because they will eventually. Will begin to realize you're not a threat, then realize you bring snacks, then accept that you're pretty alright and begin allowing more physical contact/affection and eventually be okay riding/flying with you. It's a slow process built entirely on trust and mutual respect. If you start getting pushy with a Night Fury, especially too soon in the process, they'll push you away and you have to start from scratch.

Night Fury's are very, very, very protective and loyal. Arguably one of the best dragons to tame purely off of the fact they'll stick with you until the very end and do everything possible to keep you safe.

Once you've tamed or generally befriended a Night Fury you're considered part of the pack. Dynamic from there depends on the type of Night Fury you're dealing with. An adult/older male or female with a history of hatchlings? They'll likely consider you as one of their own babies. A juvenile/younger male or female? They'll likely see you more as a sibling. A hatchling? Hope you're ready to be a parent cause that's what they'll likely see you as.

Cuddle piles. They'll usually sleep cuddled up with littlermates and parents in a pile of sort for warmth and security. This is a behavior that persists into adulthood, since it's a source of comfort and stability as well as a bonding experience.

You know the smaller nubs on a Night Fury's head? Hatchlings tend to suckle on those for comfort. There's literally no other reason. It's like a baby with a pacifier, essentially.

My personal favorite now, SCRUFF! Hatchlings have looser yet tougher skin on the back of their neck that acts as a scruff, allowing adults to pick them up and carry them around easily. As they age it stretches and thins and, eventually, that pressure point we saw in httyd 2 becomes 'exposed.' At that point a parent or other adult Night Fury will nudge the spot with their snout or claws to activate it. This whole process usually occurs around early juvenile/teen stages, since that's when a night fury will begin actively joining hunting parties and need to fly with more speed and agility.

[ezekiel13]

VERY IMPORTANT PRIMARCH CAT LIST:

Lion -> fluffy necked Persian brown cat (the rare pure brown ones)

Fulgrim-> Rag doll!!!

Perturabo-> Russian blue

Jaghatai-> Pallas cat

Rogal-> brown tabby

Leman-> Fluffy grey cat who thinks he’s a dog

Konrad-> Smokey black cat (the ones who when you stroke them they have grey under the black)

Ferrus-> white cat with grey front paws

Angron-> Sand cat but redder than most

Roboute-> Tuxedo

Mortarion-> random stray cat. Is a calico though

Magnus-> red Maine coone

Horus -> Devon Rex

Lorgar-> Spyhnx

Vulkan-> black Maine coone

Corvus-> black footed cat (the breed)

Alpharius Omegon-> two identical black cats. They have two different colour collars but manage to switch them often

Bonus:

Emperor-> Lion

Malcador-> Leopard

Custodes-> Hyenas (not cats but like. They work for a lion in the lion king)

[amber-tortoiseshell]

I know next to nothing about WC despite reading like maybe five of the books when they first came out years ago. Anyway, is there any cat you have like a vary convoluted genetics head canon for? I would love to hear about it

Hmm, I think I'll take this opportunity to talk about Moth Flight, because her case was a tricky one, and because I love her. (sue me. she was wrong about so many things, but i love her.)

Moth Flight is pure white in canon. Full white is dominant, so she should have at least one white parent, but they are "brown" and "grey tabby" (they don't even have any white spotting). She has white, white spotted and no-white children.

I solved this mess by throwing out the full white and making Moth Flight pointed instead. Close enough, especially if I add tabby and dilution. (Everyone in this family is a tabby anyway.)

The orange/black situation is not better. Her parents, Wind Runner and Gorse Fur are both black-based, and all of Moth Flight's kits are yellows, which i almost always interpret as cream. So my best solution was to make both Wind and Moth torties.

I don't have a family tree, but i'll describe her whole family now:

Wind Runner: black tortoiseshell ticked tabby (heterozygous ticked)

Gorse Fur: blue mackerel tabby with white (low white, heterozygous)

Emberkit and Morning Whisker: black tabby with white

Dust Muzzle: blue tabby

Moth Flight: blue tortoiseshell tabby point with white

Micah and Honey Pelt: cream tabby

Blue Whisker: cream tabby with white

Bubbling Stream: cream tabby point

Spider Paw: cream tabby point with white

Wind Runner and Gorse Fur

Moth Flight (this color becomes darker as she ages, but she has white nose and paws, so only the upper part of the mask and the legs)

Moth Flight's kits

(warrior cats genetics ask game)

[cappuccino-bear]

Gravelwing's Blood, a Warriors Ccinocats one-shot

This is my first oneshot in my Warriors rewrite AU I call Ccinocats, of which I plan to do more.

In this fic, the event of Cloudtrail's arrival in Thunderclan, at the time Cloudy, is told by the perspective of Gravelwing, reflecting on the events that have happened to her and her family.

Main cast (all characters that have a speaking role or are mentioned often)

Warrior Gravelwing who was Gravelface, a big spotted gray tabby with a white bib, mostly white feathery tail and tired teal eyes, she/her (canon Brindleface)

Warrior Stoatrun who was Stoatleg, a short but stocky brown tabby with horizontal stripes that cover his eyes like a “mask”, a cream colored underbelly, long ears and jovial lime green eyes, he/him (canon Runningwind)

Primehunter Lilyflurry who was Lilytuft, a lanky white cat with grey patches in a “pants” pattern, whispy fur, longer fur on his face like a mask and narrow yellow eyes, he/him (canon Whitestorm)

Junior Warrior Fireheart who was Firepaw, a short fiery orange cat with a blaze of white on his scruffy snout, one white paw, round ears whose tips flop outwards and intense green eyes, he/him (canon Fireheart)

Cloudy, a small, pure white, fluffy and curly kitten with a tiny pink nose, stubby legs, round ears whose tips flop outwards and baby blue eyes, he/him (canon Cloudtail)

Nurse/Senior Warrior Doeyell who was Doespeckle, an old, spotted golden tabby with a white throat, long neck fur, a scarred paw and serious amber eyes, she/her (canon Speckletail)

Deputy Tigerslash who was Tigerclaw, a muscular black marbled tabby with a scarred snout, very long claws and proud orange eyes, he/him (canon Tigerclaw)

Leader Bluestar who was Freezing Hailmoon who was Hailfur, a gray cat with darker “pants” and forehead with a long scar over her shoulders, slim legs, curved ears and narrow dark blue eyes, she/her (canon Bluestar)

Junior Warrior Sandstorm who was Sandsnout, a light brown tabby with faded horizontal stripes that cover her eyes in a “mask”, a beauty mark on her muzzle, powerful legs and serious lime green eyes, she/her (canon Sandstorm)

Warrior Twigsplinter who was Claytail, a light brown tabby with dark horizontal stripes, an unusually long tail, one split ear, a dark brown crest and playful teal blue eyes, he/they (canon Longtail)

Shunned Deputy Maplehawk who was Mapletail, a stocky tortoiseshell with a long red tail, a red ring around his scarred eye, a bite mark on his flank and tired amber eyes, he/him (canon Redtail)

That chilly morning Thunderclan's camp was quieter than usual. Patrols had already been organized and sent out accordingly, the two cooks had been preparing a hearty soup for the main meal of the day, and the retirees cozied up against the warm wall adjacent to the ovenrock. Marigoldkit and Thornkit, the two students, had just finished pushing the snow away from the middle of the clearing and were now cuddling each other in their nests. 

The bleak sunshine made the frost on top of the leaves melt in the whole forest, and from the ivy curling around the roof of the nursery small drops fell into a puddle on the ground.

That puddle is where Gravelwing had been staring at since she'd woken up, the constant ripples in the slowly expanding body of water. In her own mind those tears belonged to her as well, even if she'd already spent too many in the previous days to spare any more in that very moment.

—

Gravelwing's name had been on everyone's tongue for a moon and a half, since she'd officially declared her pregnancy and temporary retirement. Stoatrun stood next to her that day, in front of the whole Clan, while the Warriors cheered at the news of new kittens, a warm hope to thaw the cold of Leafbare. 

The celebration was accompanied by sharing tongues and platters of roasted mouse, if staler than usual- it was the coldest moon, they couldn't be picky. 

Bluestar had even volunteered to help set up her nest in the nursery once again, but Doeyell, helpful and diligent as ever, got to it first before the ceremony was even over, so that very night the new expecting cat could sleep in a bed of downy feathers and soft poplar fluff from the Newleaf before.

The following days, she'd gotten visits on top of visits from sunrise to moonfall, first a brief one from her apprentice Fireheart giving her congratulations, then Frostflash, her loyal friend who’d brought her a plate of eggs cooked in their own shells, then Sparrowcurl, the future kits' grandfather. Every time, they'd hold back their tongue about the boar in the nest, never asking why she thought to have children again, after what happened to her other mate. 

Stoatrun’s presence during the visits might have helped them keep the questions away, but she knew of the whispers outside, as if the culprits were ever out of earshot, on her loyalty to the Clan compared to her traitorous, and announced dead ex-mate. 

She knew, deep down, she both missed him, yet wanted to spit at him for his betrayal, yet again wished he was next to her and Stoatrun like he should be, after he could answer why, why did he do this...

Once, Sparrowcurl noticed her tensing up while she started to spiral and left hurriedly, while her mate licked her neck fur to bring the same comfort she's done to her own kittens many times, and when she snapped out of it, the moment turned into one of reciprocated grooming. 

Mousebite came in a while later, holding a bag full of trinkets to play Hopperscratch together, and by then she was already much calmer. She even ended up winning, to her clanmate's chagrin.

Her eldest children, Twigsplinter and Sandstorm, were always the last to visit. They waited until the dusk patrols had been sent before doing so, every day, and they only exchanged a few words during that time, if not to ask if their parents needed anything in that moment. It hurt, but Gravelwing understood, even if bitterly, because of how their family had fractured, it would take a long time before it'd feel right to not have one of their parents here.

Maybe it'd never come, but she held out hope that the new kittens could help with it, as her nose was buried in Stoatrun's fur while she drifted off to sleep.

Bogsnarl, a half-moon after she’d moved nests, had called her for her first serious health check up. It was as annoying as she remembered the first time it happened, with prodding and turning and poking all around, but Lynxpelt's presence, seeing how the young cat wanted to learn and memorize every herb and every question, made it more bearable, even a little fun to see her be quizzed by her new mentor on the procedure. 

Until the very moment the medic asked the apprentice, kindly (and Bogsnarl was seldom kind), to fetch Stoatrun. A knot had twisted in her throat the second they were left alone.

And she found out it was a ghost pregnancy.

She knew it could happen to anyone, that no spirit was wishing ill upon her for it, that no comment should be made on her in regards of unloyalty or heresy, but in an instant cool, composed, calculating Gravelwing just yowled her pain for all to hear, uncaring of the rest of the world. 

Her chance at a new family, a possible new normal, a feasible good thing was gone, yet it had never been there in the first place without her knowledge.

She'd still need round-the-day care, she still had milk at the end of it, but no kneading kittens to drink it, and an empty nest while Stoatrun needed to go on patrols despite the sorrow that weighed him down too, and the overwhelming feeling of grief for what it could have been.

And now, for the past moon, she'd been sleeping in the nursery, her teats still full of milk but her belly deflated, like her mood.

 Anytime she'd step out to participate in amy activity the whisperings began again, and although it had been a moonsliver since Bogsnarl had officially declared her fit for work again, she knew the moment she'd go out someone would tear the nest in the nursery to pieces for its components, and the sense of dread anytime she even thought of going back to her nest next to the other Warriors made her legs wobble.

It got harder to groom herself everyday, looking at her own body made her shiver from head to tail, so Stoatrun would be the one to do so every time he'd come back from patrols. The time they spent together was silent, afraid that every question they'd pose would be met with nothing more than a tense breath and awkward silence.

Less cats visited her, now, no more joyful games or silly chats, and while some of it was probably Bogsnarl shooing them away, she couldn't decide if the other reason outweighed it.

Because she could hear the grumbling of stomachs, the shivers and chattering teeth just outside the bramble wall even while it was covered in thick snow. And the quiet remark of "someone here is doing nothing to help" stung just as much as if it was said directly to her face.

Her role was important. She should be out there hunting and tanning skin and lining the walls with bark, but nothing helped her feet move.

—

Her trail of thought was interrupted by the sound of shuffling from outside. Some gasps filled the silent camp suddenly, someone growling at another loudly before a third cat shushed them again. Gravelwing was confused, but then a booming, harsh, and wrathful shriek from Bluestar silenced most of the voices. 

She wondered, as she looked up from the puddle to glance at the leader and a gaggle of cats who made their way towards the Highrock, what could be so serious that everyone was either whispering or yelling about it. When they moved out of view, she questioned if the worried whispers came from an imminent attack, despite no physical commotion or strange scents filling the air, but then the sound of pawsteps came closer and closer to the nursery entrance. 

She could catch some bits of a conversation between Doeyell and Lilyflurry, their words hushed, but clear as day she heard the word "kitten" being spoken.

Her ears strained, wishing to listen more, to know how she might have to feel, until a small orange head peeked in: Fireheart holding a ball of down feathers in his mouth. She didn't question it, still hiding in the darkness, as the many cats now walking in the entrance were cloaking the inside of the nursery from the cold light. 

Then the Primehunter Lilyflurry stepped inside, coming closer, his wispy white fur catching small rays of sunlight from behind.

"Gravelwing, would you be willing to wean this kitten here?" Lilyflurry asked, and Gravelwing's teal eyes grew wide until she recognized how the bundle of down dangling from her former apprentice's jaw had eyes and a mouth and a tiny little nose between all the fur. 

Said Warrior, with a worried expression, pushed himself further inside, his head hung low to better show the tiny kitten, as if he'd realized a second too late that the grieving queen could not tell what it was. 

And even if that wasn't enough, the little thing gathered a long breath and mewled as loud as it could, waking up the cat in front of it from the state of trance she'd been living in, lasting entire moon phases.

Fireheart and Lilyflurry didn't need to wait for a spoken answer as the kitten was grabbed hastily, then placed inside the nest and shielded between Gravelwing's body and her plumy tail. 

Up close she could see their features better, underneath the fluff: their squinty eyes were still kitten-blue, the color of Brightleaf skies, their ears still closed to the sounds of the world, and their fur was even more dense and white and curly than previously imagined, barely letting two kneading paws peek out of it. Shifting around to keep them even closer she began to wordlessly lick their fur backwards to bring back more warmth in the body.

A sigh of relief from both of the cats standing in front of her made Gravelwing look up again, and in that moment it'd been as if the gravity of the situation hit her- Fireheart had just brought her a kitten in need of a mother. 

Looking back down at them she noticed how their ears, even if still closed, had the same notch in the center that Fireheart owned, which let the tips of them flop sideways. For a moment she wondered, as if to deny reality, that it might have been Lilyflurry’s kin somehow, with the blinding white of their fur, but those ears, and the tuft of fur sticking up from the top of their snout, and the curls which Fireheart also had in his cheeks cleared who was truly related to them.

Before she could ask, however, all three cats turned around at the bemused call of "hold up!" By Doeyell, who entered by shoving the Primehunter and Junior Warrior to the side, making them almost stumble in the unused nursery nests.

"Gravelwing dear," she began, her voice serious but sweetened by worry, "in your current state are you even sure you'd want to keep a kitten that won't be of your family? Since Bluestar decided that the task of True Parent falls upon.... this other grown kitten." The last sentence was accentuated by a growl as she turned towards Fireheart, who in turn stood still and proud even if his ears pinned themselves back. 

"And let him starve? I told you, his mother wishes for him to be raised in a Clan, and Bluestar agreed. You're the one that taught me the whole Clan takes care of the kits!" He growled back at the senior warrior. "Or do you think Bogsnarl should go invent a new herb mixture to let me produce milk instead?"

"Still, it does not change the fact that this here is not her kitten, nor was he born to a Clan, and Gravelwing here might not be comfortable with it!" Doeyell replied, and the Senior Warrior and only Nurse realized she'd just hit a badger's nest with a beehive by saying that to Fireheart just as he hissed back.

"How DARE you of all cats! I proved that I'm loyal to death for Thunderclan because you thought my previous life was too soft! This kitten here DOESN'T HAVE ONE! He was born two moonslivers ago, so what does he have to compare, the taste of milk?!"

Feeling that a fight might start between the two hotheaded Warriors, Lilyflurry put a paw firmly between them. "This is the nursery," He hissed under his breath, but both Doeyell and Fireheart's tails were lashing madly, two pairs of green eyes locking and exchanging venom, despite the reminder they'd just been given.

Gravelwing believed that as soon as the white warrior would blink both cats would be tearing at each other's whiskers, and that was the last thing she needed to see that very day, yet words caught in her throat- what if something she'd say to one would set the other cat off? She cared about both dearly, her friend and her apprentice, and she didn't wish for animosity between them, but now it was coming to that, fast, in front of her and a kitten.

A cough from just beyond the entrance interrupted them, and suddenly all cats inside stood straighter as a result of it, quieting down and interrupting the fight for a moment. Even the kitten quit squirming for a second as Bluestar and Tigerslash strode inside the den, the leader walking right up to Gravelwing. 

The queen moved to stand up, but a whisker-twitch from Bluestar beckoned her to stay comfortable, despite the tension she held in her gaze and shoulders. Tigerslash stopped just behind her, glaring intermittently at both Fireheart and the furball of a kitten at her belly.

"Have you agreed to wean the kitten, Gravelwing?" She meowed. "Of course she did!" "Of course she didn't!" Fireheart and Tigerslash answered in unison, then the Deputy growled at the young Warrior, who answered at the aggression with a huff. The Leader however shot back a stern look, silencing both, and despite her cold equanimity her deep blue eyes glared daggers at both of them.

"I asked the question to Gravelwing," she pointed out, "and the only answer that is to decide the kit's fate is hers. If she denies her milk to him we'll find another solution, if she accepts him then she'll wean him, but nobody else's opinion on my decision to let the kitten in Thunderclan will be questioned or defended by anybody but me. Understood?"

Gravelwing's heart leapt in her throat at the realization that this decision was not being forced onto her. The kitten would not go hungry, she knew that, there were ways to induce milk in a cat and, if nothing else worked, bloodsoup wasn't hard to make even if it wasn't ideal. 

It was her decision to care for him, and Doeyell was a little right: it would probably hurt a lot, the idea that this wasn't even her son in the Clan's tradition because Fireheart was the True Parent, this could not replace the kittens she could have had if things were better...

But looking down at him, his wriggling limbs, and Fireheart's ear notches on the tiny white head, she thought of how her Apprentice would strut around camp with his first hunt's reward, his ears wiggling up and down with the bounce in his step.

She remembered his kindness when the Retiree Leopardgrowl wouldn't remember his name and believed he was Seedstep, of all cats, of how he was not rude or blamed the sick cat despite no-one ever teaching him what timerot was. 

She remembered how, when she showed him how to tackle opponents to the ground, he had immediately apologized once he'd gotten it right when trying with her because, how he was apologetic thinking she'd hit her head too badly.

She thought of how he listened to her cry pathetically about  the Disgraced Maplehawk, saying how much she missed him despite how at the time he had actually been just across camp, yet invisible in the prison den. 

How her entire family cried when Firepaw had to say that her ex-mate, from being a prisoner, died a hero because he tried fighting Shadowclan's thieves with Ravenscruff, long enough for Fireheart to run to safety. 

How they gathered around and had their own vigil because there was no body and half the Clan still thought he was too guilty of treason, and how he also cried with them for a cat he would have only known as a criminal.

She remembered how, the day he was named Fireheart, and she cheered his name so loudly with all her lungs, he specifically ran up to thank her for teaching him so well, and she said the Clan would need more cats like him. 

And at her belly, there was a cat he would have to raise alone, and she thought again of how the Clan needed more cats like him now more than ever.

"Yes, Bluestar. I want to help wean the kitten." She mewedlooking back at the Leader with a resolve to life she had not felt in moons.

A sigh of relief came from both Lilyflurry and Fireheart, but Bluestar only answered in a curt nod, then turned around to leave.

"Bluestar!" Doeyell called, but the Leader didn't even look back at her, "will the kitten even have a formal introduction? Or a Clan name in three moons?"

Bluestar turned around then, but stared at the kitten, not at who she was supposed to answer. "He has a name already and was welcomed to the world before, there's no need for it."

—

Stoatrun had almost tripped on his own paws when rushing into the nursery, and his mate had to kindly remind him that there was a kitten sleeping before he woke up the owls, too, with his shocked yelling. He was briefed on what happened after his hunt, and simply wanted to see the kit. 

Gravelwing was ready to stand her ground on her decision, but knew he, of all cats, would be the most opposed to any argument of leaving a kit to starve.

Inside the nursery was Fireheart, too, crouching in one of the unused nesting spots. Gravelwing did not invite him to stay, but she had no reason to send him away. He just stared at the kitten, who was for all intents and purposes his son now, with worry wrinkling his brow, as if at any moment he might sprout wings and flitter away and he'd be the one to have to catch him. 

Stoatrun positioned himself so the junior could still see while licking his mate's fur, and would intermittently bend down to nuzzle the kitten as well, who was now half asleep and unmoving, except for the rise and fall of his sides.

"Bluestar said he's got a name, yes?" The queen finally broke the silence, looking at her former Apprentice, who nodded in response. 

"His mother named him Cloudy, since he's.... well, like that." Fireheart answered, not tearing his gaze from his son and nephew, looking at the soft curls of his white fur. 

"Hold on, y’know his name? What ’bout his mother?" Stoatrun inquired, and Fireheart stiffened all of a sudden before looking down, dejected. 

"My sister," he muttered, "She was pregnant, gave birth, showed up with Cloudy here and told me to raise him." 

"She's a kittypet, correct?" Gravelwing asked, again, and if the Warrior could look more mortified he might have as he scrambled back on his feet. 

"I-I just... I still feel so othered, Gravelwing,” He admitted. “You all have families, and mates, and parents and children and kin in here, and the moment I lost Ravenscruff, and Maplehawk, and now Cricketpurr’s friendship... I was alone... I met Princess only once before the last new moon, by accident, but then you moved in here, and felt so sick and sad, that I just couldn't bear it to come and ask for help for my small problems.... 

“So I'd go in her den, look after her five- five of them- five kittens so she could stretch her legs, because her folk was never home.... and then today she tells me she wants to make sure she could see at least her firstborn grow up not far from her, and that this way a piece of my family would be here with me, and maybe I would not feel so miserable, and I didn't stop her because she's right!"

He looked up with dark streaks of tears under his eyes. "I never forced her, you have to believe me, I never stole him, and I never wanted to put the Clan in danger... I'm just so lonely, Gravelwing...."

A strong set of paws pulled the standing Warrior closer to the other three cats, and his head was nestled just below Gravelwing's. Stoatrun, even if less warmly, laid his head on Fireheart's back, and both were purring to him for comfort.

"That’s all a lot to go through," Stoatrun muttered, "and y’even made time for me, after Lynxpelt got hurt, but you sound like you haven't had a break since you became a full Warrior, so maybe you should, let it go a bit maybe? Like, I know you found a distraction- a good one mind you- well, maybe not the best technically, since it was traitorous to speak to your kittypet kin-"

A small groan followed. "What my mate is trying to say," Gravelwing cut in, "is that we get how that would be stressful and lead you to feel this way. And we're sorry this is happening, and that you felt like you could not come here." 

She leaned in to lick the top of his head, her voice dropping lower with her purrs. "I know I was going through a lot, and I probably still am, but Fireheart you are nothing short of family here, if not by blood then by heart. My nest will always have space if you ever need it, both for you and little Cloudy here, so don't be a stranger just because you're out of apprenticeship."

Fireheart still looked unsure, yet shuffled closer to the both of them, sighing and laying his tail over their fur. The older Warriors did the same, and now, all curled around each other and the kitten, they collectively had some time to rest their bodies and spirits from the emotions.

Not long after, two other cats trotted inside the quiet nursery, long after Cloudy had begun to sleep soundly, belly full and paws in the air. Sandstorm was the first to dare getting close and look at the kitten by her mother's belly, but made no comment. 

Twigsplinter was another story, the young Warrior having gotten over his head one too many times in front of his family and having gotten away with voicing his ideas easily before.

"Are we... sure we want this eyesore in here?" He mustered every inch of self control, of which he had little left, to ask the question without adding unnecessary adjectives, but it was to save them for the next sentence, when nobody had yet answered him.

"I mean, he's so white he might blind the prey away from here! And with the kittypet blood we might as well-"

The Gravelwing of the morning before might have been too tired, she might have let her son continue even if unhappily so, she might have even let those comments be said about her, but right now, in a flash, she was half a step away from his face, growling quite loudly and leaving Stoatrun to faceplant in the nest.

"Son, I'll do my best to tell you this in a way you won't forget without making your ears evenly scratched," she hissed, looking now taller, bigger, as he shrunk down and curled his long tail between his legs. 

"If you were about to imply we "might as well" do something other than feed him, I would be the first and last in line to tell Bluestar to find a way to drill the Code of Kittens in your head, since I made you working ears last time I remembered. And now that you mention it, in the same way you have Windclan blood through your father and loner blood through me, this kitten has kittypet blood like his True Parent, and Fireheart was the one to rip your ear tip after you tried beating his defenseless brother." 

"Mother," Twigsplinter tried interjecting, but Gravelwing just growled louder. 

"I was not finished! Call any kitten eyesore or worthless again and I might just throw you out of here myself! How dare you, I thought I had raised a valorous Warrior but it seems something crawled in your head to have you say such idiotic things!"

Sandstorm, a now awake Cloudy, and their respective fathers could only look as Twigsplinter was almost swallowed up by his mother's fury, and if anyone outside of the nursery heard they might think the bramble walls were about to burst from the noise. 

A second passed, and the stiffness in Gravelwing's body faltered, until her fur had laid back down normally and her posture was straighter than a tree. 

Her son, on the other hand, seemed to try to make themselves even smaller than before.

Sandstorm stuck her tongue out at her brother in an act of defiance. “Also Twigsplinter, my mentor and primehunter Lilyflurry is just as white as that little furball, so ask him how he blinds prey with his fur, maybe it helps him catch it!” 

She shut herself when her mother turned around, but still had a smug expression.

"Apologize." she simply hissed, pointing with her head to the nest behind her. 

Twigsplinter peeked their head around, trying to hide the tremor in their body, to see Fireheart with his eyes blown open at the display of righteous anger. His father had a similar expression, but changed it to feign disappointment in him. Sandstorm was still smugly grinning. A nudge to his foot shook him out- Gravelwing looked calmly furious, like storm clouds thundering but only threatening to rain down.

The young Warrior then stood up, wobbled to his orange clanmate and his son, and bowed his head down, muttering a "sorry" under his breath.

“Louder." His mother demanded. 

"Sorry." He answered, louder as he was asked, but then felt himself being shoved down into the nest, with his face right between Fireheart's paws.

"Good," Gravelwing stated, taking back her place in the cuddle pile, letting her mate climb with his front on her back once again, and dragged down the rest of her lanky son so they was splayed in front of her before she began grooming their fur harshly, as if they were still a kitten. Sandstorm and Stoatrun both giggled, and Twigsplinter began complaining of an injustice and how "it's no longer necessary." 

"What's not necessary?" Fireheart asked, and Sandstorm pushed herself close to him before answering.

"When Maplehawk..." a small pause from her followed, but she shook her head and began again, "when we were kittens we'd fight all the time. And when it happened, he'd make us sit down, apologize, then would pull all of us back in the nursery to sleep it off. He said it's because our hearts beating together made them, and us, less angry and more united." 

"It was because otherwise we'd throw pinecones at each other for hours," Twigsplinter muttered, but his sister shushed him. 

"Was effective," Stoatrun purred, reaching to lick his daughter's ear, "or we wouldn't have such smart kittens, you'd have both bonked y’brains out with those cones."

Fireheart snorted at the idea. "So you're telling me Sandstorm has a better aim?"

Alternating complaints and laughter followed the declaration, with Twigsplinter playfully jabbing at both their sister and clanmate, saying he actually got faster at dodging them. 

The chatting, over the next hour, died down, as the sun reached its highest point and all six cats, in that nest, fell asleep over each other, a mix of purrs and snores in the warmest part of the day.

Gravelwing dreamed of family. Not of her a year and a half younger, with little cream kittens still called Long and Lean scampering about, one gray kitten named Lush- or Pebblekit if she’d lived long enough, of Stoatrun without his neck scar, of the previous Deputy touching noses with both her and their mate. 

She dreamt of Stoatrun, a suckling white kitten, Sandstorm and Twigsplinter, and Fireheart, nothing short of her son, if not by blood then by heart.

[octahedral-chaos]

Starfolks and Colour Variants: Some more Markings... And Mutations in general

As stated in the previous post, starfolks can have a variety of different markings which were:

Iridescence (II)

Points (Po)

Reverse Points (RPo)

Leopard (Leo)

Tiger/ Quagga/ Thylacine (Tig I, II and III)

Countershade (Cs)

Ticking (Tk)

Metallic/ Akhal-teke (Akt)

Somatic (Soma)

Of course, all of these aren't the only ones that starfolks have.

First off, Skewbald and Piebald. In technical terms, most starfolks are Skewbald, not Piebald. Skewbald is used to denote Dual-types that are mainly green, or any non-standard starfolk colours (Black or white), while Piebald is exclusively for Somatic starfolks.

Stewbald results in large, irregular patches of white and the base colour. Same applies to Piebald, but with black and white patches instead. Skewbald is denoted by "Skb."

Next is Tabby. Tabby shows up as a series of stripes, as well as white extremities and dorsal stripe. The latter two are important for distinguishing a Tabby from a Tig-gene starfolk. Tabbies are denotes by Tab.

Tapir (Ag) gives white spots and stripes on the side. This is somewhat common in most starfolks. In white light starfolks, this gene is not expressed.

Merle (Mrl) gives a starfolk a distinctive lighter colouration with darker swirls and patches, with the swirls being the darkest colours. However, Double-Merle (Mlr/Mlr) starfolks don't live very long, as that is a fatal gene.

Dalmatian gives a starfolk a pure white or light coloured base with spots that are in the true bade colour. Completely absent in white light starfolks.

Then there's Wolf. Wolf is, interestingly enough, only found in Dark starfolks. The Wolf (Wf) gene results in a lighter and desaturated base colour (So grey for black, light brown for brown, etc), with brownish extremities and lighter underside. This may also include white "mask" that is only visible when the physical form is showing.

Tricolour (Tri) gives Black, white and brown/ red/ orange/ yellow colouration, depending on which Rank it is.

Mutations

We also mentioned some colour mutations in the previous post, which are:

Somatic

Albinism

Melanism

Axanthism is the lack of red and yellow pigments. In starfolks, this isn't seen in light starfolks (Although they could have this), but is extremely noticeable in dark and dual-types. Axanthistic dual-types tend to be blue instead of green or purple, while dark starfolks tend to have white colouration where the red should normally go.

Xanthochromism is the excess of yellow pigmentation. This shows up as green (Light) or yellow (dual-type). This is not as noticeable in Dark starfolks.

Erythrism is the excess of red pigments. This is similar to Xanthochromism, but with red instead of green or yellow.

Now on to things that aren't colour mutations!

First off, conjoined twins.

Of course, just like in regular animals, sometimes things go a but awry during development. Sometimes an egg's embryo splits into two, creating twins.

But then sometimes, an embryo splits incompletely, forming conjoined twins. There's many ways this could present itself:

Polycephaly, where there are two heads instead of one. Most often appears similar to Janus twins.

Polymelia, where there are extra limbs.

One head with two bodies

Two bodies and heads, but joined at the chest and/or hip

There's also Cyclopia, which is usually found in starfolks that have a pair of eyes. This results in a single eye, but also death as this is a sign of serious internal complications. The single eyed/ faceless equivalent is polyocular.

Then there's polydactyl, where a starfolk has extra digits. This seems strangely common in dual-types with a high percentage of dark polarity for some reason.

Syndactyly is the opposite: The fusing of digits. There is a certain famous light starfolk who has this condition... no it is not Edda, we were talking about Caraway!

*Ahem* Anyways... that's all of the mutations that we could remember. Please let us know what topic you would like us to tackle next.

[catofalllightanddark]

*In the white marble temple, The Black and White Cat resides. As of right now it's form is less concentrated am more formless, eyes and wings of many kinds litters her form.*

*She swirls and her form shifts back to her usual 'cat' appearance, and with a lift of her paw a rift between worlds is ripped open in the middle of the temple. Through said rift looks like a completely different insides of a temple. Much more gold in color with emeralds ingrained in the walls.*

*There are some creatures that make that place seem quite lively: a small yellow and orange tabby cat with red horn and spines, and this fuck off sized grey lizard like centaur with blue markings three eyes and indigo fur covering his back. Those two seem to be in a middle of a spar, fighting each other with fire and acid. A giant green and pink snake with several pure white wing traveling down her back watches these two brawl, keeping a soft gaze on them. That gaze is broken by the appearance of The Black and White Cat.*

Greetings Cathulitol.

𝐎𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

*Unlike how she acted in the mindscape, the Cat god's demeanor is more formal and serious.*

I see your in the middle of training your apprentices.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝.

That would be delightful, but I am sure it would be beneficial if those two stuck around for what I have to say.

*The god tilts their head to the apprentices. The yellow cat who had her mouth agape staring star eyed at the god straightened up her posture as she felt the god's gaze on her. The lizard on the other hand scowls.*

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞?

I am sure you remember the disappearance of that Virus Eee nearly one rotation ago.

Zee as it is more known as.-

[fallingstarsau]

The Allegiances of the Alliance: The Thundercrash Guild

The Thundercrash Guild:

Luminary: Star Icefall- A massive, fluffy Grey-Blue point molly that has a notable scar across her shoulder and blue eyes. She/Her.

The Star-Speaker: Spottedleaf- A small, fluffy dappled tortoiseshell molly decorated in many herbs and with amber eyes. She/They.

The Herbalist: Featherwhisker- A very old, massive fluffy white cat with long curly fur and pale yellow eyes. They/them.

The Council:

The Heir: Lionheart- A massive short-furred yellow charlie with a fluffy mane, tufted tail, and amber eyes. He/They.

The Crafting Head: Cricketleap: A mainly white calico tom with short curly fur and dark amber eyes. He/him.

The Hunting Head: Snowstorm- A light grey point charlie, with pale yellow and blue eyes. Xe/xem

The Head Cook: Dappletail- A mainly black calico molly with pale blue eyes. She/They..

The Keeper: Speckletail- A tabby dilute calico molly, with sharp amber eyes. She/her.

Warriors:

Featherdance- A pure white, blue eyed, deaf molly with short curly fur. He/They.

Tigerclaw- A massive, dark brown-red tabby tom with piercing dark red amber eyes. He/him

Darkstripe- A short, tortoiseshell tabby tom with yellow eyes. He/him.

Mousesnap- A small, short furred molly with pale yellow eyes. She/Her.

Goldenflower- A large, fluffy golden molly with green eyes. She/Her.

Aspentail- A sleek, large eared, silver tabby with a very long tail and pale blue eyes. They/He.

Crafters:

Elkhowl- A stocky, brown tabby tom with a cropped tail and amber eyes. He/him.

Fuzzybranch- A very spiky black charlie with pale yellow-green eyes. He/She/They.

Chestnutclaw- A short dark red molly with a bobbed tail and one blue eye. She/He.

Herb-Keepers:

Rosetail: A pale dilute rose tortoiseshell molly with a large, bushy tail and pale amber eyes. She/they.

Thrushwing: A pale brown speckled tom with fluffy fur, a long tail, and pale green eyes. He/him.

Cooks:

Falconflight- A tall pale brown tabby tom with pale green eyes. He/him.

Patchtooth- An old, grizzled black and white molly with cracked teeth and amber eyes. She/her.

Monarchs:

Willowsong- A fluffy grey tabby molly with blue-green eyes, and tufted ears. She/Her

Brindleface- A large fluffy grey spotted molly with distinctive markings and dark green eyes. They/She/Xe

Frostfang- A small, thick-furred white tom with blue eyes, who is partially deaf. He/They.

Apprentices:

Sandpaw- A pale yellow and rose torbie molly with olive green eyes. She/Her.

Cherrypaw- A mute, heavily scarred dark red tabby with dark leaf green eyes. She/They.

Dustpaw- A dark brown charlie with amber eyes and an extra toe on each paw. They/Them.

Ravenpaw- A pure black tom with a white spot on his chest, and purple-yellow eyes. He/him.

Fogpaw- A fluffy striped grey tom with amber eyes, and a short tail. He/him.

Rustpaw- A small fluffy red charlie, with green eyes and a long fluffy tail. They/them.

Wrenpaw- A large fluffy calico molly with blue-green eyes and a long fluffy tail.

Kittens:

Brightkit- A ginger and white kitten.

Swiftkit- A black and white kitten.

Elders:

Adderfang- A patchy furred red tabby tom, with yellow eyes and long fangs. He/him.

Breezeflight- A pure white, green eyed charlie with long fur. They/them.

Shrewear- A small, grumpy, mottled grey and brown tom with distinctly small ears. He/Him

Mumblerose- An ancient molly with a patchy dull red coat, cracked teeth, and shredded ears. She/Her. The oldest cat in the Thundercrash guild.

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shoutout to @bonefall for their allegiances! It’s a real live saver.

[engelfeather]

Fangs and Fur: chapter 12

Angel's smile dropped hearing the feminine voice cut him off. His tail flicked nervously, as he straightened himself, brushing some of the dust from his clothes and giving Xavier a sign to hide.

With Xavier securely hidden in his fur, he turned around. There stood three figures before him, with two men standing beside each side of a woman who stood in the middle. The man on the right had black fur with faint markings swirling in the sea of darkness, that covered his body. With his arms behind his back, Xavier only now noticed that his right arm was replaced with a prosthetic, with scars marking his other arm and a long one running through his lips. His piercing green eyes reminded that of a venomous snake, however the large pointy ears and long tail showcased that this creature had mostly feline attributes. Looking upwards into the man's piercing green eyes, he saw his pupils dilating at the sight of Angel. His mouth contorted into a disgusted sneer, as he glanced at the tall man on the left. His tall stature dwarfed Angels own height, with six pupiless eyes staring at him with distaste. Six arms sprouted from his body, which were crossed, on his hips and behind back. His light blue skin glistened slightly in the light, with his purely white hair swaying slightly in the wind. His bug-like mouth pinchers slowly gnawed the air around it, awaiting for Angel to be chewed out by the woman in the middle. Her black eyes, as dark as ebony, glared at Angel. The only light in them being her golden pupils, that were formed into slits. Her round cat ears twitched in annoyance, with her frown showcasing clear disappointment. Similar to the man on the right, she had dark fur, as if they were related, however unlike him, her fur was more grey, with dark tabby patterns marking her body and hair, with only her arms and feet carrying a similar black to the man. Her long fluffy cat tail that swished around, aggravated.

”Why hello there, Frostshine, Felix and.. Sol.“ Angel said, smiling at them, yet Xavier still noticed a hint of nervousness in his voice. The woman, named Sol, merely let out a hiss, asking again ”Angel. What the hell did you think when you did that! You know unauthorized citizens can't go around fighting them.“ Angels eyes darted to the ground in an apologetic manner, right as he regained his composure and looked back up, speaking up ”I was just trying to protect a kid! Is that so bad?“ Now the tall man, Frostshine, on the right spoke up, pulling out a small book, flicking through the pages ”Well, it doesn't matter if you thought it was okay to break the rules for your little hero mission.“ he said in a cool, mocking tone, ”Here, according to page 42, paragraph 3 it clearly states that it is prohibited for someone like you to interact with those creatures. Your only job is to get away and let us handle them.“ Angel pouted, rolled his eyes, then looked at the man with disdain. Flicking his wrist in a dismissive manner, he snapped back ”Oh please, you just flicked to a random page, stated some random numbers and words to sound more sophisticated.“ The bug-like man smirked ever so slightly, he shook his head and put the small book away, as he replied ”If it gets our point across better, I see no reason not to trick your little head. The rule still exists and you blatantly ignored it!“ Angel quickly came to his defense ”It's not even that bad! I protected someone and.. and I even did your job, how is it wrong of me to break the rules this one time.“

He turned his head to look at Sol, who pinched her temple, clearly annoyed. ”Angel, do you see the destruction that you caused?” She said, pointing to the destroyed area, ”What's the point in helping someone if in the end more destruction is caused.“ Angel crossed his arms, averting her gaze, as he mumbled ”Well, if you don't like me doing your job, maybe you shouldve come earlier..“ This only seemed to anger the woman, causing Angel to flinch in response.

”What did you just say.“ She let out a low growl approaching Angel, who tensed up, with Xavier trying to use Angels fur as a cover, ”We work very hard to make sure that this city is safe, unlike you. You don't even do anything important other than saying some nonsensical words on a stage. So don't you dare disrespect us to being some kind of lazy group of people who sit and loaf around! It's not our fault that another one of them burst out in another part of the city. We tried to arrive here as fast as possible, though you decided to pull this.. this "heroic" stunt, giving us more work now!“ Frostshines voice piped in, with that same condescending smile returning ”Seems like someone forgot their past training, but that doesn't surprise me coming from someone like you..“ Sol turned her head to face him, giving him a glance to shut it, as she looked back at Angel. Seeing his missing arm, she sighed, furrowing her brow ”...just get out of our sight and go get yourself fixed up.“

Angel hastily nodded and turned around to leave, as Sol grabbed him by his sleeve. With a sudden shift in tone, she spoke in a way that could only be described as a whisper ”Wait, if you're already going, you're taking them with you.. at least then you'll do something actually useful.. I'm letting you off with a warning, just... sigh.. just don't pull another stunt like this again. I don't want you to get yourself in more trouble.“ With that, she turned away and walked towards the crater, ignoring the flames that were desperately trying to engulf her.

As Angel watched her, he failed to notice that the man on the right, presumably Felix, approached him. His eyes were filled with pure hate, as he let out a cold sneer ”What a wonderful.. destructive.. stunt you just pulled! Oh how lovely it is to see your rotten face again..“ He said in a mocking tone, his pupils dilated into slits, ”No wonder you never completed your training, even now after all this time. Seems like old habits grow old Angel.. you really haven't changed one bit. Tsk, not like any of your feral kind has. If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't have to deal with all of this bullshit.“ His tail flicked around, as he circled him, with Angel merely accepting the crude words spoken about him. Felix continued, clenching his fist ”If I had the choice, I would've sent all of you back to the sewers where your filthy kind belongs. That your ilk even has the guts to live here.. urgh.. the only thing you contribute is disturbing the peace that was once held here.“ Angel furrowed his brows, yet didn't reply, glancing over to Sol who was returning, as he whispered back to him ”Do you want your sister to know what you think of her and her 'kind'..“ Felix growled at him, looking at him as if he were to pounce at him at any minute. ”She doesn't count.. she's different.“ He managed to spit back, before returning to his previous place, staring daggers into Angel and whispered about something with the other man.

As Sol returned, Xavier, who was mostly confused and partially appalled by whatever that conversation just now was, noticed that she was carrying the tiny person that he previously saw. Seeing how the tiny, soaked, person was shivering tremendously and coughing up a storm, he concluded that Angel was supposed to take them to a hospital as well.. or whatever form of hospital existed here. The poor guy was coughing so hard that the same black liquid, that leaked from Angels arm, exited its mouth. He hoped that Angel wouldn't use this opportunity to abuse the person's weakened state for his own twisted desires. However when he glanced up, he noted that Angel seemed to be observing the tiny man with genuine caution and care, with his hand cupped to hold them properly.

[ At least they wouldn't be subject to Angels torment. ]

With the shaking person safely secured in Angels hands, Sol turned away, turning her head, speaking up to get her point across, again ”Next time.. just let us handle them. There is no reason for you to get into more trouble, than you already are. Good day, son.“ She turned her head back around, flicking her large tail slightly as a way to say goodbye.

Upon her departure, Xavier fought his way out of Angels fur. His mind was swirling with a ton of questions, making his head all dizzy. However, not only did he have a ton of questions, but to hear that the woman was apparently Angels mom was a bomb shell he didn't think would drop, especially with how tense Angel was the whole conversation. Including the fact that Angel barely bit back with his, usually, sharp tongue, as if he were some kind of caged criminal that were held at the stake; utterly helpless, with people throwing tomatoes at him.

Despite Xavier trying not to feel any sympathy for him, having heard Angel being belittled and mocked for who he was, or better, for what 'kind' he belonged to, made him feel genuinely bad, even if Xavier himself didn't like Angel, nor his actions. After all, it wasn't his species that made Xavier despise his guts.

”Let's go, Xavier..“ Angel whispered softly, gently caressing the back of the tiny, coughing, person. His eyes were focused on the ground, as he slumbered along, making sure to keep the sick person in his hands away from Xavier, not that he ended up attacking him for his warm blood. To prevent this, he made sure the little fella was warm enough, by covering their body with one hand and gently blowing hot breath on them to keep them from shaking.

Bringing them so close to his mouth, he felt Xavier flinched, raising an eyebrow, he looked down, asking him ”What is it? ...you don't actually think I'd cannibalise on my own people.“ Xavier hesitated to say anything, however quickly waved with his hands ”No no, of course...not.“ he chuckled nervously, seeing Angel observe him quietly, as if to see if he was lying, ”Uhm.. don't worry.. that being said, I have... A ton of questions, I hope you understand... Sir..?“ he smiled awkwardly, hoping that would soothe any on coming anger coming from Angel, however he merely looked away, giving a small nod in agreement. Xavier was unsure if he should continue, yet at the same time, he didn't want to be left in the dark. Carefully he started ”So... About those mons–“ pretty quickly he was cut off, by a now aggravated Angel. ”They're.. we aren't monsters! Stop calling us that.“ he clenched his fists, ”It's not our fault we turn into them, do you really think we want to be one of those creatures of destruction!?“ He growled at him, however Angels response made Xavier widen his eyes, careless about Angels reaction. ”You.. turn into them?“ he uttered under his breath. Angel closed his eyes and turned his head in shame ”..yes. we do, who do you think I'm carrying right now?“ Xavier swallowed, remembering how it tore apart a person's body, devouring their flesh, as he expressed the words that were in both of their minds ”... you're carrying the Mon-.. the creature.“

Angel nodded, trying to ignore the fact that the human almost referred to his people as monsters again. He took a moment, not responding right away, with his shoulders slumped and his tail dragging on the ground in an upset manner. He didn't like revealing such information, lest Xavier view him as much more of a threat than he already was. With that in mind, he tried to explain their situation further, to prevent any unnecessary confusion ”Not all of us can turn into them, rather, only one of the two groups, that divide us, can. . .“ His voice sounded tired, as his eyes wandered of into the distance. Noticing Angels change of tone, he glanced back down at the seemingly sick individual, out of pity.

Despite knowing this tiny creature was the cause of so much destruction, his head couldn't, or rather, didn't want to accept that fact. After all nothing so helpless.. so sick, could ever do so much harm, right? Then again even his own, practically unimportant, kind, that existed in the vast landscape of space, was capable of destroying complete cities in a blink of an eye. With his attention being focused back on the tiny 'monster' in Angels hand, he noticed that the tiny creatures coughing had seemingly gotten worse, with its blood continuing to trickle on to Angels hand. He wondered if perhaps this sickness was the reason for the transformation into such gruesome beast of destruction. ”They.. turned into one and they seem.. sick.“ he nervously said, looking back up at Angel, who continued to stare at some invisible dot in the distance, “Do only sick people ..of that particular group turn“ Angel let out a small chuckle, as if he found his words amusing, shaking his head ”No, though it would certainly make life easier. In fact, that's the state we go into when we get sick.. which happens after someone turns back into their normal selves. It's like.. an energy reserve and If anything.. no one knows if someone would transform into one.. it can happen to anyone at any moment.. “ The more Angel rambled on, the more his voice fell back into a monotone tone. His shoulder slumped down, which caused him to almost drop the supposed monster in his hands.

Xavier listened to Angel quietly, making sure to grasp his words fully. His mind was barely able to comprehend the last several weeks he was in this strange world, let alone grapple with the destruction of his home. A part of him felt horrible, somewhat disappointed in him for asking, seemingly, unimportant questions. If anything, he should just try to find a way to escape and forget about this hell hole he was trapped in. Yet his human nature, his curiosity, seemed to be careless about that.. or perhaps, it was merely a way for him to get his mind off of everything that had happened.How strange human nature is.

Focusing back on reality, he realised that Angel seemed to be waiting for more questions, seemingly afraid he might view them all as a threat. Perhaps the sheer size difference and the latest aggressive encounter seemed indifferent to him, though he'd use this opportunity regardless to learn and understand more, perhaps even give some advice ”I.. I mean, if those people are truly such a threat.. cant those who turn be kept away somewhere, for the safety of others..?“

However is idea seemed to only enrage the giant ”What the fuck Xavier!..“ he burst out, yet quickly quieted down, noticing people staring in confusion at him, ”... Don't you ever say that again, got that? You're acting as if all of us are constantly stomping around a city to destroy it..! You.. you know nothing you pathetic weasel. Do you think my people want to cause such destruction! Of course not. We just want to live normal lives as well..! Heck, most of us don't ever turn anyway! It's.. it's not our fault.. we aren't monsters... we're also people... just.. shut- shut up okay!“ his voice was shaky, breaking in the end. Xavier was staring at him with eyes just as open as his. Clutching his fur and trying not to scream out in fear. He felt the giants rapid breath wash over him, making his eyes tear up.Whilst Xavier wasn't new to Angels sudden outbursts, this time, he noticed how Angel seemed to plead with him, as if to convince not only him, but himself that they truly weren't the threat they were made out to be.

Angel bit his lip, seeing Xavier's fearful reaction. He didn't want to lash out in public, especially not after what happened earlier. He knew that people were staring at him judgmentally.. he knew they didn't want him here, which only fueled his building anger. Stopping in his tracks, he took a deep breath and looked down at the ill person. Seeing how miserable they were, he glanced down to his pocket where he kept his sweet sweet medication and couldn't help but smile slightly, calming him down. He knew he'd take some later, just in case

[ At least I won't be turning anytime soon. ]

After Angel calmed his mind, he continued walking, with Xavier shamefully looking down to Angels feet. His long strides were rhythmic and strangely soothing to Xavier, like one of those satisfying videos he used to watch back at home. Warmth filled his heart thinking about his old life. The more he thought of it, the more he missed the little things about it, that made his day shine a little brighter. Even if they were as little as the sun shining and hitting his skin. Hearing the laughter of some giant children running by, made him remember always passing a small playground. Where cheerful children often played at, with parents gossiping about whatever hot tea kept them occupied enough to not zone out, out of boredom. Sadness struck him, knowing that that small place, that used to bring so much happiness, was now destroyed, by someone, who supposedly liked children. He glanced back at the children that were running after each other, noticing the different appearances in each of them. None of them looked like they belonged to only two groups, which got him curious.He carefully cleared his throat, trying to not sound rude, as he slowly looked back at Angel. ”Y..you mentioned two groups of yours“ he asked slightly confused, ”Yet to me, you all look.. different from each other, as if there are more than just two groups you could belong to.“

His words seemed to spark slight amusement in Angel, who hastily shook his head, which made Xavier glad to have changed the subject to something.. better. ”No no, you got it all wrong, human! We might all look different, but there really are only two groups that truly separate us, our third eyes and its placement of course. Like.. mine, the so called lunaris, is on my forehead and.. and the other group, called the uhh.. solaris, has it in its left eye and Its left eye specifically!“ he grinned proudly, as he gave his human some insight, as he continued, “Though you're not entirely wrong.. we do get classified under certain families. For instance I'd be a part of the bovidae family.. since.. you know, I'm a goat.“ he let out a nervous chuckle, his eyes darting back down to the human.

Angel then observed him, as Xavier processed the new information he had gathered, like a hungry animal trying to find any kind of scrap to devour. It still felt strange to tell this tiny biped anything at all about his people. Regardless, he was quite happy to talk to Xavier, the human was too cute not to observe, even if he got on his nerves sometimes.

Xavier listened to Angels rambling, seeing just how quickly he became happy. He didn't even notice the dumb smile that formed on his mouth, as he leaned against the fur with his hand on his cheek.

What an emotionally wild rollercoaster he was on..

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[astralcat]

hey, don't cry. one piece warrior cats au where luffy used to be a thunderclan cat but rounded up a bunch of cats from all the clans to form his own clan near the ocean, okay?

SEACLAN ALLEGIANCES

LEADER

Otterstar (Luffy) - small reddish-brown tom

DEPUTY

Mossyslash (Zoro) - large brown tabby tom with greenish fur streaks (that may or may not be moss) and huge claws

APPRENTICE: Shellpaw

MEDICINE CAT

Snowyleopard (Law) - lanky black and white spotted tom

APPRENTICE: Deerpaw

WARRIORS

Burningdusk (Ace) - dark gray and white tom

APPRENTICE: Gullpaw

Lizardflame (Sabo) - sleek blue tom with a burn scar on the left side of his face

Orangestalk (Nami) - ginger tabby she-cat

APPRENTICE: Wavepaw

Goatkick (Sanji) - lanky golden tom

APPRENTICE: Crabpaw

Deepshadow (Robin) - solid black she-cat

APPRENTICE: Camaspaw

Russetflight (Shanks) - red tabby tom with scars on left eye; Otterstar's former mentor

APPRENTICE: Goosepaw

Slugrun (Usopp) - small brown tabby tom

Hardclaw (Franky) - huge muscular gray tom

APPRENTICE: Woodpaw

Fishleap (Jinbe) - large blue tom

APPRENTICE: Codpaw

Duckwood (Vivi) - long-haired blue she-cat

APPRENTICE: Anemonepaw

Sealnose (Buggy) - grayish-blue tom with a larger, redder nose than usual

Crushjaw (Bonney) - lilac she-cat

Tiderush - white tom

Smokebird - small chocolate brown tom

ELDERS

Driftpelt (Brook) - bony white tom with black ears and paws

Voledawn (Rayleigh) - golden-gray tom with connections to Gold, the King of Rogues

Longwren (Kureha) - gray tabby she-cat, former medicine cat and Deerpaw's former mentor; almost 19 years old and the oldest cat in SeaClan

QUEENS

Foamberry (Makino) - brown tabby she-cat, mother of Urchinkit

Fogsky - mottled gray she-cat

Stumpear - brown spotted she-cat with one ear torn off; mother of Crystalkit, Pebblekit, Sunrisekit and Driftkit

APPRENTICES

Deerpaw (Chopper) - small tan brown tom

Shellpaw - black and white she-cat

Gullpaw - grey tabby she-cat

Wavepaw - long-haired gray she-cat

Crabpaw - rusty red tom

Camaspaw - pure white she-cat

Goosepaw - brownish-gray tom

Woodpaw - brown tabby tom

Codpaw - light brown tom

Anemonepaw - dusky brown she-cat

KITS

Urchinkit - reddish-brown tom

Crystalkit - black she-cat

Pebblekit - long-haired gray tom

Sunrisekit - ginger tabby she-cat

Driftkit - fawn she-cat

[iron-roots]

8. Shed

"Anselme!" Came a shout that set chocobos to warbling and fussing, followed by heavy footsteps of someone running to catch up along hard-packed dirt between the stalls of the stables. "Err, m'lord. Do you have a moment?"

"Just Anselme is fine, truly. Of course, is something amiss?" He asked hesitantly, slowing to a stop and turning to look at the stableboy, Claude, trotting after him. The chocobo he was leading out for an afternoon ride sidestepped worriedly before recognizing the approaching hyur. It pulled hard at the reins then, slipping them clean out of Anselme's hands to return to its favorite keeper.

"No, nothing! I assure you. I simply wished to show you something. Out by the shed." Claude explained, neatly catching the bird's bridle and giving it a light pat on the beak as he caught his breath.

Immediately Anselme's heart leapt to his throat. He had heard stories from his cousins about the stableboy at the country estate. Lazy summer afternoons by the river or the woods, a bit of this and that. First kisses and more. He suspected much of it to be hyperbole; his cousins attempting to one-up each other with tales of trysts but still his ears immediately pinkened.

"O-of course. Lead the way." Anselme agreed without hesitation, following along behind the hyur. The lad was two turns older yet a few ilms shorter… as the elezen was well in the midst of the most awkward stages of growing where his limbs seemed to be in a race for which could grow out the fastest before the rest of him could catch up.

They paused at the end of the walkway, Claude checking to ensure they were unobserved before gesturing for Anselme to follow after and by the time they had emerged into the warm Coerthan afternoon the elezen's cheeks burned as though he'd been out in the sun all day. Together they slunk along the side of the stable towards the shed. As they approached Anselme would have sworn his heart was beating loud enough for the other to hear. What if he should kiss him? What if he should dislike it? Or more concerning; what if he should like it? Would it progress to… this and that? What did that even mean… his cousins wouldn't tell him no matter how he'd pled or threatened. Claiming it to be their secret.

He nearly crashed into Claude when the hyur stopped and raised a finger to his own lips to encourage Anselme to be quiet. He pointed to a large gap between two of the old shed's boards. Just wide enough to peer through. The would-be-knight bravely pressed his face to the weathered wood to see, hearing a strange sound from within.

There, in the half-dark of a shed with a roof so poor it let in thick bands of sunlight, sat his baby brother. Dressed in summer whites, his shorts and socks smudged with mud and grass. Just old enough to be out playing on his own unattended… the child had managed to find a small litter of kittens. Three of them. A grey and white tabby, an orange with white paws and a pure black kitten. He was attempting to spoon-feed the orange a slice of cake and cream though the kitten was far more interested in batting the summer berries off of the spoon for its siblings to chase after. The lot of them mewling shrilly and flapping tiny bat-like wings. Oh hells… they weren't just stable cats.

Anselme leaned away to find Claude smiling at him in a manner that could only be called conspiratorial. He beckoned for the elezen to follow, sneaking away to the shade of a nearby tree before deeming it was far enough to speak freely.

"Gaelikittens." The stableboy laughed. "I didn't think they came this far into Coerthas. No idea where he found 'em but he seems keen on keeping 'em. Figured I'd tell you, they're dangerous when they're grown so the adults are gonna want them gone. But I don't think there's any harm in letting him keep 'em till you head back to Ishgard, is there?"

Anselme smiled and shook his head, his face still red though his pulse had steadied. "No, I do not think there is any harm at all. Unless he continues to try and feed them on cake alone. I will bring something more suitable from the House once he has gone. Would you mind ensuring they have enough water and warmth? Without letting him know we are helping…"

Claude returned the smile, reaching out to grasp the elezen's hand between his own. "It'll be our secret, Anselme." He promised, giving the captured hand a firm shake.

Later that evening, while sneaking fare better suited for growing kittens from the kitchen, Anselme couldn't help but be pleased. Now he had his own secret with Claude. And surely it was far, far better than whatever his cousins had.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

15 QUESTIONS

thanks sm for my tags @greyhavenisback and @novemberhush ily both for the distraction! <3

1. ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? kind of. my middle name was the name of my dad's first partner (who was also my mum's good friend) who died. my mum and dad then ended up getting together after becoming close in their shared grief.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? about 4 minutes ago when i read something that moved me. i cry everyday, sometimes more than once. i'm highly emotional and there are always so many things around that can make me happy/sad/passionate/angry/moved etc.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? yes, two, and they're amazing xp

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM? oH nO, nEveR! i don't usually tend to use it on here tbh, as when written it can be easily mistaken imo. but in meatspace? i'm so bad for it! i don't always understand when it's being used on me, though lol.

5. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE? i think whether or not they have a spark? like, that certain twinkle in their eye that tells me that they get it, that they're aware of the fact we're in it together; this very weird journey we are all on that we collectively call life—if any of that makes any sense?

6. WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? blue-grey-green.

7. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? scary movies! love me some horror. psychological and supernatural themes are my jam.

8. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS? i can play the william tell overture on my teeth with my fingernails, does that count?

9. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? blackpool, the UK's most famous seaside town. there was a murder-mystery musical TV show made about it staring david tennant! it's situated in the dreary north-west of england.

10. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? making art, reading and writing fiction and poetry, cinema, playing guitar/singing, making mixtapes, horror movies, getting obsessed over TV blorbos, looking at the inside of other people's houses on rightmove.com lol.

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? yes, four cats! two are pretty ferel tbh: an older all-black beauty and a tortoise shell rough'n'ready bruiser who only really come indoors to eat, or to sleep when it's raining outside. the other two are the complete opposite and are real homebodies, more often in—lounging around the place and demanding milk and treats—than out and about. one is black and white and an absolute whore for cuddles, the other is a tabby that everyone mistakes for a pure breed bc he looks like he is tbh, even tho he's a little 100% mongrel beastie! love them all.

12. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? none, now. i used to complete in running competitions as a kid but my body is now broken with hEDS so. no can do anymore.

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'2". short king.

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? art and english.

15. DREAM JOB? would be something i'm good at and fully capable of within my many limitations, in a dream society that sadly doesn't exist.

tagging, play or nay: @petrichoravellichor @rauko-is-a-free-elf @aloha-cowgirl @crack--attack @shealynn88 @sharkfish @slytherkins @jmeelee @wulfnerd @raisesomehale @halinski @rajalagang @ohhalefire @blue-eyedbeta @demonlandline @deklo @catboynecromancy @princecharmingwinks @radio-chatter @jimmypricegf @harrgrove @lovebillyhargrove @witchsickness @thisgirlsays22 @ltleflrt @kikiroo

[butevrythinggoesaway]

Thinking about the lackadaisy noir drawing and I might make that an actual au so...

Instead of Lackadaisy, it's the Black Cat

Benj, MJ, and Harry do the supply runs. Harry is vaguely Rocky, Benj is vaguely Freckle, and MJ is vaguely Ivy.

They are all theatre kids though

And they don't stick to the roles entirely.

Felicia is basically the trio's mother at this point. Benj and MJ live at the Black Cat full time, Harry stays when his relationship with his family gets stressful.

MJ's a ginger tabby, Harry's a brown and black tabby like Atticus Claw, and Benj is a white black and ginger tortie. Felicia is pure white, Lippy is one of those fat faced grey cats. Urich is a black and white tuxedo

Because Benj is a tortie, he's often mistaken for a girl. He realizes during the collider event that his weird gender shit has a name in the future (he's genderfluid). If he's feeling particularly like a man he'll get Harry and MJ to help him rub coal over his ginger and some of the white. It makes him look exactly like Urich, but fluffier. He he feels particularly like a woman, well he's got a "girl voice" he's been using all his life.

Harry met Benj and MJ by trying to hit on Benj thinking he and MJ were sisters. Benj broke out the girl voice as a joke to deny him. Even after Harry joined them for alcohol runs, it took about two months to realize that Benj wasn't just a woman with a deep voice when he spoke normally.

The first thing Miles says to Benj after he takes his mask off (because Benj is also doing Spider shit on the side that only Fel knows about) is "does this mean your infertile?" Much to Benj's horror.

Benj still turns into a honey badger in Ham's world, which Ham thinks is weird at first.

Everyone (including Ham) turns into a cat in Benj's world

[creative-anchorage]

The social psychologist Samuel D Gosling of the University of Texas has studied the personality traits of self-identified “dog people” and “cat people”. He found that cat lovers score higher on neuroticism and openness to experiences, whereas dog people are more extroverted, agreeable and conscientious. “I wasn’t surprised by the findings,” he says. “If you think about the role that dogs and cats play, they afford different types of interaction. If you like to go walking and get out and about, a dog is a more obvious choice. But if you are more introverted and like to sit in a chair and spend time at home, cats demand less social interaction.” But this is not to say that cat owners aren’t interested in the world around them. Far from it. Rather, they contemplate nature’s ineffable mysteries not on a muddy trudge through the park, but from the comfort of their own homes. “Openness,” says Gosling, “is about ideas and intellect. People who are high on openness tend to be more abstract thinkers, and more creative and imaginative and philosophical.” Not for nothing is the philosopher with a cat on their lap a beloved internet meme. The Turkish-American film-maker Ceyda Torun documented the rambunctious street cats of Istanbul in her award-winning 2017 documentary Kedi (“cat” in Turkish). Among the local people who loved and cared for these cats, one quality stood out: “Their capacity for philosophical thought and introspection,” she says. “It didn’t matter where they were from, or what level of education they had. You could see it in their eyes. They had that flicker of light. The light was on.” It is the wildness of a cat – how distinctly non-human they are – that draws us in. Unlike humans, who are social creatures who live communally, and dogs, which likewise live in packs, cats “are solitary hunters”, says the philosopher John Gray, author of Feline Philosophy: Cats and the Meaning of Life. “Female cats are deeply attached to their kittens. But that’s about the limit of cat attachment. Cats can grow fond of the company of particular humans. But they don’t need them.” Gray believes that “if you are the kind of person who wants to see the loyal, loving, trustworthy part of yourself in an animal, you will look to dogs. If you want to see out of the human world, into another world, where a different animal lives without these defining human needs, you will love cats.” In other words, loving a dog is like gazing into a particularly flattering mirror. Cat people look outwards, through a window into nature.

When she was growing up in Istanbul in the 1980s, says Torun, “cats were my best friends”. There was one cat in particular: a grey-and-white tabby with green eyes. Her name was Boncuk. “I was around six when she appeared,” says Torun. “I fed her and she stuck around. Even if I petted her too aggressively, she was never harsh with me. She adopted me and I was her human servant, fetching salami and bowls of milk.” What this relationship taught her, says Torun, is that “it is possible to love something, but not want to possess it”. Boncuk was her own creature, utterly free – requesting Torun’s assistance, yes, but never expecting it. They had a relationship that existed outside the servile ties that bind dog to master. “It’s about having that relationship with an animal,” explains Buzzel, “that chooses independence, but at the same time, chooses you.” Torun believes that the charm of a cat is even coded into their genetics. “We’ve messed with dogs too much,” she says. “We’ve bred them too much. They no longer resemble their authentic selves. That’s why people are so attracted to dogs that look like wolves. Because it’s that wild beauty that you don’t see in a chihuahua.” (Torun hastens to add that she has no particular animus towards chihuahuas. “Bless them,” she says.) ... And the contented purrs of a prone lapcat are a form of natural ASMR. “Probably the best sound in the world is the purr in your ear of a cat,” says Buzzel. “I don’t think any sound works better than that. There’s a natural therapy about it.” Mills explains that purring “is a care-soliciting behaviour. Cats show it when they are very happy, but also when they are seeking help and assistance, which is probably why cats do it when they die.” ... Buzzel has a unique insight into the dog and cat owning communities respectively. [...] “The sense of community is stronger in the cat world than the dog world,” he says. [...] If you have a dog, you love your dog. If you have a cat, you love all cats. You’re fascinated by everyone’s story about their cats.” But in truth, the distinction between dog lover and cat person is somewhat artificial. [...]  Torun identifies herself as a lover of all animals. “I wonder how much people make themselves believe they are a cat person or a dog person,” she says. “And part of that way of thinking is just a way to belong to a group. It’s tribalistic. It’s kind of unfair to cut yourself off from any possible relationship you can have with a dog or a cat by saying you’re a dog person, or a cat person. That’s limiting to me.” She never knew what became of her beloved Boncuk. [...] “She taught me smaller lessons about boundaries,” says Torun, “attachment, letting go. But the bigger lesson was of knowing that I am not alone in this great big world. If you restrict yourself too much to human relationships, it’s very easy to feel alone.”