#she’s a smoke tortoiseshell now!!!

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

The Woodruff’s golden child

[corroded-hellfire]

Throwing a fluffy idea out there: Eddie volunteering (possibly for community service after getting busted for something silly) at a pet shelter. The kittens trying to play with his hair, him rough housing with the dogs to help get them some playtime and exercise.

Eddie loves animals and no one can change my mind. All I want is to see him with these fuzzy little babies 🥺

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Hopper was a good guy. He knew deep down Eddie was a good kid and that if he was the worst criminal that Hawkins had, things were going all right. But that didn’t mean that the chief of police wouldn’t lay down the law once in a while with the small-time drug dealer. 

Eddie had gotten the choice between a few nights in the tiny town jail or volunteering at a pre-approved Hawkins business. Not wanting to spend time behind bars, Eddie grumbled as he took a look at the list of volunteer options. Spending any time at a medical facility was an automatic no and Eddie wasn’t sure how picking up trash would keep him away from drugs when all he’d want is to smoke a joint after the arduous task. 

The Hawkins Animal Shelter immediately seemed appealing, though. Growing up, Eddie had always wanted a dog, but his dad couldn’t afford to own one and Wayne is allergic. Thinking of spending time with the dogs and cats that didn’t have families of their own brought a smile to his face. Maybe part of it was that he didn’t have a stable home life before coming to live with his uncle, so he could relate to the sweet, innocent animals. 

His first day on the job, Eddie jumps out of his van and tosses his leather jacket on the passenger’s seat so it won’t get covered in fur or drool. The gravel crunches beneath his boots as he heads towards the front door. Barking can be heard before he even grips the dull copper doorknob. 

There’s an older woman seated behind a desk as soon as he walks in, who looks up at him over the rim over her tortoiseshell glasses.

“Munson?” Her voice is deep and raspy, the pack of cigarettes sitting in front of her the obvious culprit.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie says.

The woman nods her head to a yellow door covered in scratches—mostly on the bottom half. “In there. The girl will show you what to do.”

The girl. Eddie doesn’t even know who she is, but he’s offended on her behalf by being referred to in that way. Giving the woman a quick nod, Eddie heads over and through the door, eager to be out of her presence. 

The sound of dogs barking and yipping is even louder in the back hallway, and now it’s joined by the high-pitched meowing of cats. It brings a smile to Eddie’s face as he shoves his hands into his jean pockets. He turns a corner and sees a girl bending over into one of the dog’s kennels. As excited as he is to see the animals he’s going to be spending time with, he admires the view of the nice ass in front of him first. A particularly loud woof from a Pomeranian has the girl standing up straight and Eddie is quick to avert his eyes, hoping he can keep up the facade of being a gentleman for more than five minutes.

“Oh! Hi, Eddie.”

At the sound of his name, Eddie looks back towards you. A smile breaks out on his face as he recognizes you from school. The two of you never really spoke before, but he couldn’t deny that he’d always thought you were very pretty. 

“Hey! I didn’t know you worked here,” he says.

“Nope, just volunteer,” you say as you wipe your hands off on the thighs of your jeans. 

“And I bet you weren’t even threatened with jail time,” Eddie says with a playful smirk. You giggle and it makes Eddie’s stomach flip in a way that’s unfamiliar to him.

“Let me guess, Brenda sent you back here with a huff?” A dog clamors for your attention in a kennel to your right and you reach in to scratch behind the chocolate lab’s ear. 

“I assume so,” Eddie says with a shrug. “She didn’t bother introducing herself before ushering me along, saying you would tell me what to do.”

“Hmm,” you hum, narrowing your eyes as if inspecting him. “Can anyone really tell Eddie Munson what to do?”

This makes him laugh and it scares a skittish poodle to his left.

“Aw, I’m sorry, pal.” Eddie crouches down and holds his knuckles up to the kennel door to let the white, fluffy dog give him a sniff. 

“That’s Stella,” you tell him. “Her brother Bruno is on the pillow back there asleep.”

Eddie’s eyes roam over to the dark gray poodle snoozing away in the back corner. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world and Eddie envies that. 

“Do you know all the animals’ names here?” Eddie asks as he stands back up.

“Sometimes it’s hard to keep track because they come and go, but yeah, I think so,” you say. “Hmm, okay, I was just about to go change the kitty litter. Want to come along and distract the kittens? You wouldn’t believe how much they get in the way.”

“Sure,” Eddie agrees as he follows you down the hallway. As soon as you open the door to where the cats are kept, a cacophony of meowing floods his ears. There are different volumes and different pitches blending together to create a song of cat chaos. Eddie realizes he must be staring when he hears a soft giggle coming from your direction. Ducking his head, he clears his throat and turns towards you. “What should I do, boss?”

“Well,” you say as you walk over to a few of the cubbies the cats are residing in, “I’ll let a few out at a time, you distract them with the toys or maybe even some treats and I’ll clean their boxes. Then we try to corral them back in and start over again. Ready?”

There’s an array of cat toys on the far side of the small room. Fuzzy mice, balls that jingle, some with feathers, and a few cat wands. Eddie grabs a bag of cat treats off the shelf–which means every little eyeball in that room is on him–and settles himself on the floor next to the toys.

“Ready.”

The first batch you let out consists of five cats–ones that you know for a fact get along, you inform him. There’s a calico named Turtle, an orange and white one named Eric, an all-white called Kissy with the bluest eyes Eddie’s ever seen, and two small kittens. They’re both tabby cats with stripes, but one is grey with black stripes and the other is a soft orange with darker stripes; named Pepper and Chili respectively. Unsurprisingly, the kittens are the first ones intrigued by their new visitor. Tiny paws pad over the linoleum floor until they’re both standing right in front of Eddie. Now that they’re this close though, they get a bit shy. Their eyes are so big for their little heads, Eddie thinks, and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute they are. Chili decides to be the brave one and takes on the scary task of crawling up Eddie’s leg. 

“Jesus,” Eddie winces as sharp little claws dig through the material of his jeans and prick at his skin. You pop your head out from one of the kennels and give him a sympathetic look.

“Yeah. I don’t know why but kittens’ claws are sharper than adult cats,” you tell him.

“God, you’re lucky you’re so cute,” Eddie tells Chili as the little furball stops to sit on Eddie’s thigh. As if seeing that his brother is safe, Pepper jumps up and follows the trail the ginger cat had led. “Ah, both. Great.” His words are joking, but the way he grits his teeth as Pepper’s claws do their little pricks of damage is very real. 

Turtle makes her way over and begins to chew on the top corner of the treat bag. Kissy immediately wants Eddie to pet her, and Eric is content to sit about a foot away and watch the others interact with the human on the floor. 

You peek over your shoulder as you empty the dirty litter into the garbage can beside you, and smile when you see Pepper standing on Eddie’s lap with her two front paws pressed right over his heart. Her tiny head bobs as she inspects Eddie’s face, little pink nose twitching as it works. 

Chili has to outdo his sister and jumps right up to Eddie’s shoulder, as if he were a pirate and Chili is his trusty parrot. The ginger cat noses at Eddie’s curls before deciding to take a taste. He opens his mouth and Eddie is glad that hair doesn’t have nerve endings when Chili sinks those little needles that he calls teeth into the strand. 

By the time you get finished cleaning out the litter and refilling the food and water, Pepper is up on Eddie’s other shoulder, chewing on hair on that side of his head. Kissy is curled up in Eddie’s lap, purring contentedly as she snoozes. Turtle is still trying to figure out how to get into the treat bag, and Eric decides he can trust Eddie enough to rest his head on Eddie’s ankle. 

“Well, don’t you all look comfy,” you say as you stroll over to them. 

“Cats have no boundaries,” Eddie says with a smile.

“Not a one,” you agree.

Eventually, you get them all back in their cubby condos and are able to move on to clean the other cat’s areas.

When you get to the last one, you open the cage door and reach in. Eddie watches as you pull out an older gray and brown cat and hug it to your chest.

“How are you, Perry?” you ask before planting a kiss right between the cat’s ears. You turn towards Eddie so he can get a better view of the large feline. “This is Perry. He’s the oldest cat here and an absolute sweetheart. I would’ve brought him home with me a long time ago if my sister wasn’t allergic.”

“Hi, Perry,” Eddie says, walking closer to the two of you. He holds his fingers up and Perry gives them a quick sniff. The cat ducks his head and Eddie takes the hint, scratching wherever his hand is guided along the soft fur.

“Wow,” you say softly. “I’ve never seen Perry let anyone pet him that quickly. He can be a grumpy old man when he doesn’t know someone.”

“I live with a grumpy old man,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Guess I just know how to deal with them.”

“Do you want to hold him while I clean?” you offer. 

“Sure.”

You hand the cat over and Perry quickly adjusts to being in Eddie’s arms. It’s another thing that surprises you. Perry isn’t usually a fan of being held—unless it’s by you. But the tabby seems quite content in Eddie’s arms. 

Since the last cage is the easiest to clean, you finish up with the cat room in no time.

“What now?” Eddie asks. 

A look down at your watch lets you know.

“Time for the first group of dogs to go outside.” You nod for Eddie to follow you in the direction of the dogs’ section. “We do it in groups since there’s so many of them. This way they can all get some attention and there’s less likely to be any issues or fighting.”

It’s not surprising to you that Eddie is a complete natural with the dogs when you get outside. He’s on the grass with them, rough housing, he plays fetch, and even runs laps around the yard with a few who just need to burn off their extra energy. The dogs all take to him so naturally—even the shy ones. It’s impossible not to smile as you watch the canines play with this golden retriever of a man. 

By the time the two of you bring the last round of dogs back inside, Eddie’s cheeks are rosy from exertion, his breathing is somewhat labored, and he has patches of dirt on him almost from head to toe. 

“Come here,” you say with a chuckle once you’ve snapped the last lock shut. 

There’s a battered door at the other end of the hall, and Eddie follows you over towards it. You jiggle the rusty doorknob and step into the small bathroom. There are a few stacks of towels lined up on the counter and you pull a teal one off the top of a pile. 

The scent of lemons fills the small space as you pump some hand soap onto the towel and wring it out with some water. 

You turn back to Eddie and motion for him to drop his chin. He does, and you push a few strands of curls back to wipe at the dirt on the left cheek and jawline.

“How’d you get this?” you ask with a chuckle.

“No idea,” he replies with a small huff of laughter. “I think it was when Yogi and I both dove for that tennis ball.”

The memory of Eddie and the chocolate lab both going for the toy brings a smile to your face as you clean off what you can of the dirt. 

“He’s a good boy,” you say. 

“What about me?” Eddie asks with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

You laugh and toss the dirty towel in the laundry bin. 

“Yes, Eddie,” you tell him. “You were a good boy, too.”

Even though he’s the one who brought it up, he feels his face get warm.

“So, I’m actually headed out early today,” you say as you wipe your hands off on the sides of your jeans. “But I’m sure Brenda will let you know what you can do next.” It’s hard to keep the playful smirk off your face at the mention of the cantankerous receptionist.

Eddie drops his jaw and stares at you with mock annoyance.

“Playing hooky and leaving me with someone who makes Ms. O’Donnell look like a ray of sunshine? How dare you?”

You chuckle and shake your head.

“I mean, if you want to go get my cavity filled for me, I wouldn’t complain,” you say with a shrug.

Eddie winces, fighting off the urge to run his tongue over his teeth.

“Oof, okay. That’s a good excuse, I guess,” Eddie says. 

“I’m so glad you approve,” you tease. “Are you coming back tomorrow?”

“Sure am.”

Honestly, Eddie has no idea if he’s scheduled to come in tomorrow or not, but he hardly doubts anyone would complain if he showed up for extra volunteering. 

“I’ll see you then.”

You give him one last smile before heading to grab your bag from the back room.

The next day, all the cats and kittens meow at you the moment you step foot into their room. 

“Hello, babies,” you greet them. “How’s my man Perry doin—” Your face falls when you see Perry’s usual crate empty of the senior cat. 

Despite the cries of protest, you back out of the cat room and hastily make your way to Brenda’s desk.

“Where’s Perry?” you ask without preamble.

“Got adopted,” Brenda responds, not looking up from the old issue of People Magazine she’s flipping through. 

“Oh.” You swallow and nod your head. “Good for him.” I didn’t get to say goodbye. 

A few tears fall as you head back to the cats and begin your daily cleaning routine. You are genuinely happy that Perry has found a home. Cats of his age don’t belong in a shelter, they belong with a family. Well, all cats do, but it’s especially harder for seniors. It’s the fact that you didn’t get to give him one more scratch between his ears or kiss the back of his head one last time that is upsetting you. He was so much a part of your daily life that it already feels empty in the shelter without him.

“Hey.”

Eddie’s voice startles you, causing you to jump and hit the back of your head on the roof of Chili and Pepper’s cubby. 

“Ow.” You wince and step back, bringing your hand up to hold the sore spot.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry!” Eddie says, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to scare you—hey, are you okay?” Eddie frowns in concern when he sees the tear tracks running down your cheeks. 

“Huh? Oh yeah,” you say before wiping off your face with the sleeve of your shirt. “I’m fine. Just found out that Perry got adopted and I’m bummed I didn’t get to say goodbye to him.”

“Oh.” The smile forming on Eddie’s pretty face doesn’t hold the tone of sympathy that you were expecting. He clears his throat and brings his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Well, um, actually, I’m the one who adopted him.”

Either your ears or brain are having a hard time grasping what Eddie just said, so it takes a few moments before it finally clicks.

“You? You adopted Perry?”

“Yeah.” There’s a prideful grin on Eddie’s face and it makes your heart rate pick up. “After you left yesterday, I went to say goodbye to him, and he kept pawing at me through the bars of the crate. I let him out and he wanted me to hold him. I kinda fell in love with him right then and there.”

Tears flood your eyes once more, but this time for an entirely different reason. 

“Oh, Eddie.” You chuckle and wipe at your misty eyes. “That makes me so happy. Perry deserves a good family, and I couldn’t have picked a better one. Thank you.”

“You can come by whenever you want to see him,” Eddie says, a nervous warble in his voice. He clears his throat and tries again. “I’m sure, uh, he’d love to see you more.”

A shy smile graces your features as you reply, “I’d like that, too.”

“So, no more tears,” Eddie says, stepping forward and using his thumb to gently erase any remains of your waterworks. 

“No more tears,” you agree, taking a deep breath. 

Before you can let the thought linger and overthink it, you lean forward and wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck, hugging his body close to yours. He tentatively wraps his arms around your body before holding you just as tightly as you’re holding him. 

Reluctantly, you pull away and take a step backward.

“So, what do you say?” you ask. “Should we get to work?”

Eddie drops into a bow and makes a grand sweeping gesture towards the cat cubbies. 

“Let’s do it.”

[officialclangen]

Hi!! i was looking through the masterpost and couldn't find anything for it, so i wanted to ask- is there any guide to how cats would be described in the allegiances page in-game? ex. a rosette cat being described as "oddly-spotted" etc. i wanna use similar descriptors for cats, but the page only accounts for alive cats inside the clan, so i was wondering if theres any list of what pelt traits indicate what description is used?

Well, there was no resource for this, but let's make one now! I peeked into the files to grab the descriptors for you :]

Below the readmore, this is very long as I included everything that goes into it! Hopefully it helps <3

☆ Fable ☆

Colour Descriptors

"pale"— White

Only called "pale" if the cat is not singlecolour, twocolour, tortoiseshell, or calico. In these cases, it is called "white"

"pale gray"— Palegrey

"gray"— Grey

"dark gray"— Darkgrey

"pale ginger"— Paleginger

"dark ginger"— Darkginger, Sienna

"light brown"— Lightbrown, Lilac

"golden brown"— Golden-brown

"dark brown"— Darkbrown, Chocolate

"black"— Ghost

Colours that are listed the same as they are coded— Silver, Golden, Ginger, Brown, Black

Pattern Descriptors

"[colour] tabby"— Tabby, Marbled, Mackerel, Classic, Agouti, Sokoke

"speckled [colour]"— Speckled

"unusually dappled [colour]"— Bengal

"unusually spotted [colour]"— Rosette

"[colour] ticked"— Ticked

"[colour] smoke"— Smoke

"dorsal-striped [colour]"— Singlestripe

"masked [colour] tabby"— Masked

Tortoiseshell Descriptors

"[colour]"— [Base colour]/[Patch colour]

Base colour refers to the main colour, while patch colour refers to the colour of the cats patches. They are always written with the slash between them Examples: brown/ginger, pale gray/black

"[colour] tortie"— A tortoiseshell with either no white patch, or a white patch that is either classed as little white or mid white.

"[colour] calico"— A tortoiseshell with a white patch that is either classed as high white or mostly white.

"[colour] mottled"— A tortoiseshell whose base colour and patch colours are both in the brown, black, or white category

They do not need to both be in the same category, just one of those three; a lilac and ghost tortoiseshell will be listed as mottled, for example, but a lilac and ginger tortoiseshell will not

"[descriptor] tabby"— If a tortoiseshell has the pelt type Tabby, Ticked, Mackerel, Classic, Sokoke, Agouti, Bengal, Rosette, or Speckled, "tabby" is added after the descriptor.

Example: A Lilac and Ginger tortoiseshell tabby with the Rosette pattern and no white patches would be listed as a "light brown/ginger tortie tabby"

White Patch Descriptors

"[colour] and white"— A non-tortoiseshell with a white patch that is either classed as little white, mid white, or high white.

Can also be a tortoiseshell with a white patch that is either classed as little white or mid white

"white and [colour]"— A non-tortoiseshell with a white patch that is classed as mostly white.

"white"— A cat with the Fullwhite patch, regardless of what colour they are underneath. Overwrites their main colour

This is different to a singlecolour white cat as they have a different pelt type underneath the patch. Fullwhite cats that are tortoiseshell underneath are listed as calico on their profile page, but not the allegiances

"[colour] point"— A cat with one of the point markings

If a cat is a point under the ginger category, they are listed as a flame point

Gender Descriptors

"she-cat"— Female, Trans Female

"tom"— Male, Trans Male

"cat"— All other identities

Extra Descriptors

"vitiligo"— A cat with vitiligo

Missing body parts have special listings, as follows;

"no tail"— NoTail "half a tail"— HalfTail "three legs"— NoPaw "a missing ear"— NoLeftEar, NoRightEar "no ears"— NoEar

Vitiligo and missing body parts are joined together as "vitiligo, [scar], [scar] and [scar]"

"scarred [colour]"— A cat with three or more scars

"long-furred [colour]"— A cat with long fur

Putting it Together

For a non-tortoiseshell with no white patches:

a [extra] [colour] [pattern/tortoiseshell] [white] [gender] with [extra]

You would remove any non-used sections. Examples below;

a long-furred dorsal-striped pale gray tom with vitiligo and three legs

a dark ginger/light brown tortie tabby she-cat

a scarred white and unusually spotted black cat

a long-furred scarred light brown/black mottled point she-cat with no tail, three legs and a missing ear

[fallenclan]

hey hi i have so much autism and my spinterest is cats (for. ten years now probably. smth like that) and i am so nerdy about coat patterns and the genetics,,, esp torties and torbies (the guy i like has a male torbie and im so ready to infodump to him abt that)

anyway context aside: would pebblefreeze be considered a dilute tortoiseshell? im curious because i still dont exactly know what the seperate tail marking would class as but since shes female its likely that it would count as tortie and im just curious as to if thats how that is classified,,,

personally? i don't know a lot about cat genetics! however i Do think that they are cool as hell, and I will give you as much pebblefreeze info as I can to help you figure it out

in the code, Pebblefreeze is considered a Calico, which in clangen terms is just a tortie with more than half white coloring (i think, take everything I say with a grain of salt), with a pale gray smoke base and a ginger tabby tail. She does have the two different patterns, but since one of them is the Smoke pattern, she isn't technically a wildcard tortie. here's her warrior sprite, and here's what she'd look like without the white patches, just to get a better idea of her patterning

[amber-tortoiseshell]

how about dovewing and ivypool!

Silver sisters...

Ivypool's description is silver-and-white tabby, so she will be black silver tabby bicolor. (Heterozygous for white, but then again Brightheart, the one who passed the ws allele to her through Whitewing historically has lots of white, and she's a heterozygote too. So bicolor is good. Consistent. And then I can make Frostfur a heterozygous blue tabby point bicolor with good consciense, and... that's where the fun ends, because i have to give either Robinwing or Fuzzypelt a high-ish white spotting, and neither has any canon white. At the moment I lean toward tuxedo Fuzzypelt rather than calico Robinwing, because she has the iconic orange breast, and that'd disappear with the white.)

Back to Ivypool. I made her mackerel, because ivy has long tendrils = mackerel stripes. Yeah.

(A little less white in my head.)

Dovewing is "pale grey", which i translated into blue tortoiseshell silver spotted tabby. Solid, even smoke is too dark for me for this description, shaded is too fancy, and don't blame me for the tortie part, I heard they gave her a red son recently!

It works tho, because Whitewing is already a tortie under the white (must be, she has a red mother and a black daughter), and the cream patches are easy to overlook on tabbies.

(I think this cat is just a blue silver, not a tortie, but imagine some cream on it.)

(I headcanon her aunt, Ambermoon with the same color, which is a little funny. But in my head Ambermoon has a big cream patch on her face, so they don't look much alike.)

For now their shared silver allele comes from the Whitewing-Cloudtail-Cloudtail's-father line, all of whom are dominant whites, so it's not visible until Dovewing and Ivypool borns. However i'm not opposed to the Whitewing-Brightheart-Lionheart-Speckletail idea either.

Edit: i made Birchfall silver too 😸 Ivypool is homozygous silver now

(warrior cats genetics ask game)

[captain-ghost]

seal point drusilla is extremely real omg now i wanna make my own buffy cat designs <- guy who has yet to post their torchwood cats

okay i'm gonna bounce ideas off you. i like the blotched on your buffy so i'm thinking cream blotched for her and maybe cream smoke for spike?

red willow. for obvious reasons. i'm thinking solid, maybe also with a blotched pattern, probably with white. xander.... black tabby? bicolor? yeah i think that works. mackerel, probably

dru is a seal point, like you said. angel could be black bicolor or black blotched tabby with white, or possibly even blue tabby? i couls also make him silver. hmm

anya would also be cream, i think i'd go mackerel for her. giles is probably a black tabby with white, but i need to think on the pattern. another blotched? maybe.

all these cats and not a single tortoiseshell.... maybe i'll make dawn a tortie. blue tortoiseshell dawn sounds like fun. that means joyce also has to be a tortie. but i'm not allowed to put any more pictures in here. sad. anyway i'll stop annoying you now <3

(btw i'm ignoring all breeds in the pictures they're just for the colours)

These are all so real. I actually did have a lighter design for Spike that I used for a while, but I changed it because it wasn't vibing quite right with me. I went darker with him because I wanted to incorporate the fact that he's big evil dark vampire ooo, and also the fact that he's got naturally darker hair and shouldn't have gotten his hands on the bleach.

I also thought about making Willow an orange cat, but I decided on tortie because a) I haven't done many tortie designs and I love, and b) I wanted to incorporate a bit of black cat into her, since she's a witch.

I didn't mention it last time but I was also thinking some variation of a tabby design for Cordelia too, but still gotta think about that.

[featherdawn]

Oh, i'm delighted to borrow you my ask game, i hope you get to show off your ideas genetics!

In fact, i'll to ask you something right now, let's say... Frostfur? Oh, and if you don't mind, Bluestar and Oakheart (and their families, if you want to), too!

thanks for the ask! I'm going to only cover Frostfur because her family tree is MASSIVE, but I may come back to Bluestar and Oakheart :)

also putting it all under a cut.

*rubs hands* oh boy,

Frostfur's a tricky one because she's a classic case of a solid white cat being born to non-white parents. I've done the closest I can manage, which is giving each parent a little white spotting and making her a colourpoint.

But speaking of these parents, I have a fun little trick I like to use: if one or both parents of a cat are unknown, I'm allowed to make one of them a purebred. This helped me out a lot for Robinwing (Frostfur's mother), who is described as a brown cat with a ginger patch on her chest. In theory, this is a tortoiseshell, but in practice the amount of white shed need for a big patch like that would ruin her recognizability as a robin. So, I have her down as a Somali mix! She does still need to be a tortie & white though, so she's a ticked tortoiseshell tabby & white with a lot of ruffousing (is that the right term? I always forget it).

Frostfur's father, Fuzzypelt, is easier but not without some tweaks for his decendents. For one, I have him down as a Cornish Rex mix, because I thought it was only fitting a cat with the fuzzy- prefix have a rex coat. Originally a black solid, he's now a black smoke with white, both for Frostfur's sake.

Going back to Frostfur (and skipping her siblings because Frostfur on her own is already a nuke on this poor family tree), she's now a silver tricolour tabby point. Most of these traits are handy tools that will help us later.

Her mate, Lionheart, is a "golden tabby," but I have him down as fawn. It would've made more sense as cream, but I needed to pick between tortie Cinderpelt and tortie Brightheart, and the latter already needed to be a tortie anyways. Lionheart is now a longhair fawn and white (I honestly cannot picture him as a tabby. If I had to, he would be a ticked tabby.) He's also a Scottish Fold mix due to my Smallear headcanons!

Frostfur's first kit is Brackenfur, who is a cinnamon mackerel tabby and white. Mostly self explanatory, as he's "golden brown," but he gets white from his mother, who has 2 white spotting genes. His mate, Sorreltail, is a longhair blue tortoiseshell smoke.

Their first kit, Cinderheart (who takes after her grandma and is also a nuke on the family tree) is a longhair blue tortoiseshell tabby & white. She's a tortie for the sake of her sons and has white for the sake of her blue eyes (I don't super understand the dominant blue eye gene yet, so I just gave every blue eyed cat some white). Her mate, Lionblaze, is a longhair red classic tabby, pretty self-explanatory.

Their first kit is Fernsong, a longhair cream mackerel tabby. His mate is Ivypool, a silver tabby point & white, and their kits are Bristlefrost, a longhair blue silver mackerel tabby tortoiseshell and white (what a mouthful!), Flipclaw, a cinnamon classic tabby, and Thriftear, a tortoiseshell. I could've made Fernsong fawn to make his daughters more canon-accurate, but tortie Bristlefrost my beloved.

Going back up to Cinderheart, her daughter Flywhisker is a longhair blue mackerel tortoiseshell tabby. (All of the CinderLion kits must be longhaired, due to both their parents being such. Small price to pay for Cinder's mane) Hollytuft is a longhair tortoiseshell, Snaptooth is a longhair red classic tabby & white (just to make him a little distinct from his father), Sorrelstripe is a longhair black mackerel tortoiseshell tabby & white, and Spotfur is a longhair blue mackerel tortoiseshell tabby & white. I would've loved to make Spotty here a spotted tabby, but that would take so many tweaks that just aren't worth it. Her spots are now her tortie markings.

Going back up to Brackenfur, his daughter Honeyfern is a cinnamon ticked tortoiseshell tabby & white. Lilyheart is a blue mackerel tabby and white (a she-cat who didn't need to be hit with the tortie beam?!), Molepaw is a silver classic tabby & white (to explain him being gray and black), Poppyfrost is a cinnamon tricolour, and Seedpaw is a cinnamon and white.

Going back to Poppyfrost, her mate, Berrynose, is a longhair fawn & white. (I've actually made Daisy fawn, because cream Berrynose was the only one that required her to be red anyways.) Their kits are Cherryfall, a cinnamon tortoiseshell and white, and Molewhisker, seal mink and white. He's mink to explain how he's brown and cream.

Going all the way back up to Frostfur, we can now do Brightheart, who is a cinnamon tricolour. She needed to be a tortie anyways, and I've always loved her design in the Girl Like Her MAP, so I likely would've made her one anyways. Her mate is Cloudtail, a longhair white solid (who I also headcanon as a siberian mix, because he has a kittypet father anyways and I love love love siberians). He's masking a red or cream silver classic tabby & white.

Ambermoon, their only kit to not have kits, is a red classic tabby & white. Dewnose, her brother, is a longhair blue & white. Unfortunately, his mate is Sorrelstripe, who we've already covered (fun fact: for a while the wiki stated that he was her mate, but was never stated to be her kits father. I wish that were still true). Their kits are Bayshine, a longhair red classic tabby bicolour, and Myrtlebloom, a longhair fawn solid.

Unfortunately again, Bayshine's mate is Thriftear. So far, their only known kit is Moonpaw, who in canon is a longhair tortoiseshell and the author's misunderstanding of a chimera. I've taken the liberties to make her a longhair cream classic tabby & white/tortoiseshell & white chimera.

Going back to Brightheart, her next kit is Snowbush, a longhair white solid like his father. He's masking a red tabby & white (I don't list traits that are masked unless needed, so his tabby type could be anything). His mate is Lilyheart.

Their kits are Honeyfur, a dilute tricolour (and one of the only cats I allowed myself to make a cryptic tortie, hence why I don't specify what kind of dilute), Larksong, a black solid, and Leafshade, a tortoiseshell.

Larksong's mate is Sparkpelt, a longhair cinnamon tortoiseshell mackerel tabby. Their kits are Finchlight, a tortoiseshell, Flickerkit, also a tortoiseshell (and XXY intersex now), and Nightheart, a longhair black solid.

Back up once again to Brightheart, her final kit is Whitewing, a white solid. She's masking silver (didn't list if tabby or not) tortoiseshell & white. Her mate is Birchfall, a fawn spotted tabby. Their kits are Dovewing, a longhair blue smoke and white (I love smoke Dovewing nobody can take it from me. White for the sake of my heterochromia headcanons), and Ivypool, who I'm realizing I already covered. See why I called Frostfur a nuke?

Dovewing's mate is Tigerstar the second, who is a cinnamon mackerel tabby & white. I like to make him and Bramblestar not black to make them distinct from Tigerstar the first. He has white for fun :)

Their kits are Birchpaw, a fawn solid, Lightleap, a black mackerel tabby, Pouncestep, a blue mackerel tabby, Rowankit, a cinnamon mackerel tabby & white (white because it felt weird that nobody was getting any), and Shadowsight. I have very specific headcanons for Shadowsight; he's a chimera between a longhair smoke with ghost mackerel tabby markings and a red-eyed albino. When I eventually draw him, I plan on giving him a white "mask" over his eyes.

Finally, we can move onto Frostfur's third kit, who mercifully has no children of her own. Cinderpelt is a longhair smoke and white. Moonkitti's design for her has permanently altered my perception of her, and while I do have her as black (she needs to be dark.), I can't not give her her lighter mane.

Finally, the final FrostFour kit is Thornclaw, a cream mackerel tabby & white. His mate is Blossomfall, a longhair tortoiseshell and white. Their kits are Eaglewing, a red ticked tabby, Plumstone, a tortoiseshell, Shellfur, a longhair tortoiseshell & white (who I also have marked down as XXY, but you could also make him trans if you'd like), and Stemleaf, a red mackerel tabby bicolour.

Stemleaf requires us to bring back Spotfur (sigh.) for their kits; Bristlepaw, a longhair red mackerel tabby bicolour, Graypaw, a longhair blue bicolour, and Stempaw, a red mackerel tabby & white.

And finally, we're done. Whew.

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Darktail

Now class, what is something cult leaders are known for?

If you said: Many wives for more power and control over their cult; you would be right. Go get a cookie, you deserve it.

Now, Darktail is no exception with his Kin. They swear ultimate loyalty to him and worship him. He took many mates and sired quite a few children before his watery death. He never met them, though. He did not care for his brides at all.

99% of these kits resemble the many cats of Darktail's family tree. For reference: Mudclaw is Onestar's father, and Smoke is Scourge's sister: Ruby.

The first of Darktail's Brides is Shell, a pale gray tabby molly with darker gray legs, is the first one. Her kits are Wolf and Ice.

Wolf is a dark gray tabby tom with green eyes (Gray tabby from Ryestalk). He is cold and introverted, not wanting to be part of things. He is quietly murderous.

Ice is a white tom with huge amber eyes (Amber eyes from Mudclaw). He is mean and ruthless, a supporter of Dawnstrike (further down) and getting into trouble for attention. He is a bully, but not a killer.

The second Bride is Dusk, a dark tortoiseshell molly with blue eyes and a pink collar, a kittypet who joined into The Kin. Her kits are Haze, Whistle, Lion, and Adder.

Haze is a short furred gray molly with blue eyes (Gray fur from Quince and Smoke, blue eyes from Darktail and Smoke). She was spoiled as a baby by her mother who preferred her over her independent brothers. She is a baby who never gets told no and throws tantrums. When The Kin is finally destroyed, she breaks down until the Protagonist of that arc helps her find a twoleg home, and she is renamed Storm.

Whistle is a ginger tabby tom with one green eye and one yellow eye (Ginger tabby from Jake, green eye from Jake, yellow eye from Woollytail). His name sounds sweet but he hates the Clan Cats and wants them all to suffer for killing his father. He is hateful and rude to everyone.

Lion is a mottled dark brown tabby tom with black spots on his back, long, soft fur and amber eyes (Fur from Onestar, spots from Darktail, eyes from Quince). He is a little gentlemen, in love with Pineapple Jr. He wants to leave with her, and does. They join Shadowclan, Lion transitions to female, becoming Morningwish. (Pineapple Jr becomes Pineapple as a normal name)

Adder is a white molly with long legs and a long black tail, with yellow eyes and wide shoulders (white fur and black tail from Darktail, long legs and tail as a reference to Tallstar, yellow eyes and wide shoulders from Woollytail). She is quiet, and sadistic. She thinks a certain someone is going to lead the Kin to victory.

The third Bride is Missy, the gray molly who flees without a fight, an ex-kittypet who runs off and sneaks home during AVOS - She leaves behind a single kitten.

Hound. A huge black and white tom with icy blue eyes and massive paws (Black and white fur actually from Palebird, size, eyes and paws from Darktail). Hound is a brute, convinced that his mother abandoned him for not being strong enough. He bullies Smoke (further down) constantly.

The final is Sleekwhisker. Of all Darktail's Brides, she would be considered the most devoted. She has 5 kits, but not all of them survive.

The first is a ginger and white tom who was stillborn named Juniper after her old friend (Fur from Jake and Darktail). Sleekwhisker mildly wishes he had lived.

The second is a tortoiseshell molly who dies young to sickness named Mouse, she looks like Tawnypelt. Sleekwhisker did not care about her at all, most likely why she died.

The third is a small yellow tabby molly named Dawnstrike, after Sleekwhisker's mother and brother. She looks just like Sleekwhisker. She will do anything to please her unattentive mother. She is desperate for a approval from anyone. She joins Riverclan as a Mediator.

The fourth is a tiny, long furred gray tom with a black foot named Smoke (Long gray fur from Smoke, black foot from Darktail). Sweet and gentle, she is Sleekwhisker's least favorite child by far, only spared from being killed by her peers due to being of 'Darktail's sacred blood'.

The fifth is... Darktail. Darktail's own heir named after him. He looks exactly like his father, only with one blue eye, and one amber eye. He is Sleekwhisker's favorite child, and prepped to be the next Darktail, but he wants to just be a normal cat with his siblings.

[auroraclangen]

AURORACLAN - MOON 9

More kits with outsider roots lol.. and Weedpatch is not happy. After all, she and Stonebeetle have had a crush on each other for a bit, and now she’s discovered that he loves someone else outside the clan :0

Some more minor events: Badgerkit got kittencough (uh oh I hope he recovers-)

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And here are written descriptions for all the current members of AURORACLAN! :D

Leopardstar (fierce, very clever) - a white and ginger tabby tom with eyes of sunlit ice.

Weedpatch (bloodthirsty, den builder) - a pale tabby she-cat with blue eyes.

Streaktail (charismatic, good climber) - a long-furred black and white tom with pale blue eyes.

Raccoonpoppy (strict, impressive climber, good speaker) - an unusually spotted black tom with grey eyes.

Weaseldaisy (nervous, good swimmer) - a long-furred dark ginger smoke and white tom with bronze eyes.

Stonebeetle (sincere, good swimmer, good fighter) - a long-furred pale grey tabby tom with amber eyes.

Cindertooth (daring, good climber, good hunter) - a long-furred white she-cat with pale yellow eyes.

Antpaw (strict, constantly climbing) - a black ticked she-cat with cobalt blue eyes.

Skypaw (responsible, avid play-fighter) - a black/ginger calico she-cat with pale blue eyes.

Primrosepaw (nervous, confident with words, quick witted) - a speckled black tom with eyes of sunlit ice.

Floodkit (daring, quick to make peace) - a dorsal-striped ginger and white tom with bronze eyes.

Lionkit (impulsive) - a white and ginger tom with cobalt blue eyes.

Slopearch (childish, fast runner) - a long-furred cream/dark grey tortoiseshell she-cat with cyan eyes.

Rimekit (noisy, avid play-fighter) - a white and dorsal-striped grey tom with pale blue eyes.

Silverkit (nervous, splashes in puddles) - a grey smoke and white she-cat with grey eyes.

Ramkit (nervous, constantly climbing) - a dorsal-striped black and white tom with amber eyes.

Lowkit (know-it-all, constantly climbing) - a pale and white tom with pale blue eyes.

Badgerkit (troublesome, constantly climbing) - a black and white tom with pale blue eyes.

Whirlkit (sweet) - an unusually spotted silver she-cat with cyan eyes.

Roachkit (sweet) - an unusually dappled silver she-cat with amber eyes.

Dewkit (daring) - a tortoiseshell she-cat with one bronze eye and one cyan eye.

Dappledkit (daring) - a pale ticked tom with pale blue eyes.

[jellicle-shifters-au]

Welcome Home

for @whumptober day 16 don't go where i can't follow

from the barge

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take this, she’d said, and into demeter’s hand dropped her own wedding ring, the gold band warmed by the heat of her skin after holding it tightly for so long. she’d spent what felt like hours staring into the fog of the graveyard, weighing her options as carefully as the band, feeling it grow heavier and heavier with each passing minute.

she’d watched the shock grow on demeter’s face, the blood drain from her cheeks, as she’d opened her palm and saw what bomba had put there.

bomba—

take it, bomba said, almost too desperately, but she hadn’t known how to tell metra about the growing fear in her heart or the knot in her stomach that twisted more each day. i need you to take it.

bomba—

please, metra, she said. please take it.

bomba…metra said again, and that time looked up at her, eyes misty. why, bomba?

bomba swallowed and paused, considering her words. it’s a feeling i’ve been having, she said softly, since we’ve been here. the way those cats looked at me… with hungry light in their eyes, something darker and meaner flickering in the depths of the one with the curly black hair and beret. the woman who bore the name of the role bomba’s grandmother played wanted something from her, and it was more than she wanted from the rest of the jellicles. 

demeter was silent for a moment, considering the ring in her hand and bomba’s words, and finally her nose wrinkled and she shook her head. i should have been able to feel that.

she took her wife’s hand, cold in the foggy night, and squeezed it. don’t blame yourself, love, she whispered. protector instincts are wrong sometimes, she thought to say, but didn’t. there was no real difference between what was left of demeter’s sixth sense and the acute intuition of the protectors. theirs was a honed skill; demeter’s, natural.

demeter didn’t answer to that, but squeezed bomba’s hand and stared at the ring clutched in her palm, the metal warming to the heat of her hand. in the silence, a bell rang at a dock along the thames, a gentle breeze blew, carrying the faint smell of salt water under the smoke and exhaust. then she looked up, the tears clear to see in her eyes, and whispered in a choked voice, bomba—bomba, please…please don’t go where i can’t follow.

she’d kissed demeter on the cheek. i love you, metra.

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the calico twins sit on either side of her. griddlebone sits in the passenger seat. there’s another woman this time, who drives. her strawberry blonde hair sits loosely around her shoulders, her green eyes are fixed on the road, but every now and then she looks up into the rearview mirror at bomba, and there’s a smirk on her face, one that never really seems to go away. there’s a glint in her eyes, something quiet and dangerous she’s waiting to unleash. there’s blood in bomba’s future, she knows it, and the very idea sends a shiver down her spine.

underneath that is a slow burning fury, and further beneath that is the fear she’s trying to suppress. her fury burns when she looks the woman in the eye through the mirror, the woman who bears her own name, bombalurina, but works for macavity and gleeful drugged her own kind—and demeter, with them—bomba’s brave little tortoiseshell crumpling under the weight of the drugs in her system will forever be burned into her mind.

in the chaos, they’d snatched bomba, just like she knew they would. now she sits in the back seat of this rickety old car, her hands tied behind her back, the coarse rope digging into her skin. it’s not chafed just yet, she hasn’t moved enough for that to happen, and she’s not going to give them the satisfaction of squirming. 

she stares straight ahead, watching the buildings pass, their neon signs dull and gray in the daylight. by night, they’ll be fully lit, bright and inviting, but bomba will see none of them. there’ll be no shows or bars or restaurants for her to traverse with her wife, not for a while.

enjoying the ride? griddlebone asks without turning around. she avoids calling bomba by name, as though she’s going to invoke some ungodly force if she does. the driver calls her nothing. one of the twins calls her red, when they call her anything at all.

bomba raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. griddlebone’s shoulders tense. she says nothing else.

the ride continues in silence, until the congested city block opens up into the docks and a few scattered vendor stalls that have yet to be opened for the day. boats are docked all along the shore; one or two show signs of movement as the owners get the vessels ready to set sail for the day. bomba watches it all with distant curiosity, trying to keep track of where she’s being driven, even as the sight of the water begins to stir up something deep within her that only comes alive when she’s near large bodies of water like this.

it’s a feeling she knows well. it’s a feeling she’s never been able to shake.

she grinds her teeth.

it had to pick now, didn’t it, to wake up? and they had to come back the docks, of all places, didn’t they?

the feeling turns to an itch beneath her skin, up along her spine, a prickling at the back of her skull, like claws in her skin as it turns and turns and turns with its fur bristling and eyes wide. no amount of her silently scolding it calms it; her first life continues to bristle and stalk uncomfortably in the back of her mind.

here we are, the driver says at last. they’re the only words bomba has heard her speak thus far, and they aren’t meant for her specifically.

she turns her attention from the activity along the edge of the river and the frantic phantom in her mind to a large, hulking shape sitting beside the dock. an old, rusting barge comes into view, looming above the wooden walkway, and seeming to grow larger and larger as they approach.

as the car slows to a halt, and the driver turns into a parking space, griddlebone turns around, her fangs flashing and her eyes shining with monstrous glee. welcome home.

[crtter]

Telly I see you talk about your kitties often and I was wondering if you have a designated kitty reference post? I wanna know more about your lil creatures c:

@thebardisabird Ahh I don’t have a reference post, but I definitely want to make one now! With pictures and everything. Maybe even a sideblog only for pictures of them, since there’s no shortage of animals around here, heh (for people who don’t know it yet, my parents run an animal shelter out of our family home since I was a kid!)

But I can list them all and some basic info about them so you guys can know who’s who for now:

Cats who live in my room + the catio area:

Cobalto (blue lynx point tabby, male)

Turquesa (blue and white, female)

Royal (blue and white tabby, female)

Celeste (colorpoint and white, female)

Safira (black and white, female)

Petróleo (black, male)

⬆️ These six are siblings!

Soufflé (long haired black and white, male)

Quiche (tabby and white, male)

⬆️ Those two are brothers!

Pistache (long haired tortoiseshell, female)

Pretzel (black, female)

Napoleon AKA Leon (tabby and white, male)

Ganache (long haired black smoke and white, female)

Bombom (long haired black smoke, male)

⬆️ Those two are mother and son!

Cats who live in the kitchen area + my mom’s room:

Chaves (black, male)

Susuwatari AKA Susu (long haired black, male)

⬆️ Susu is Chaves’ father and Chaves is Pretzel’s father!

Sirena (tabby and white, female)

Nemo (tabby and white, male)

⬆️ Those two are mother and son as well!

Saga (tabby and white, male)

Frodo (tabby and white, male)

Savannah (blotched tabby, female)

Tiffany (blue, female)

Domino (calico, female)

Lollipop (colorpoint and white, female)

Francine (colorpoint, female)

⬆️ She’s Leon’s mother!

And that’s all of them! There’s the dogs as well and my two rats but if I were to list them all here this post would be a mile long.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

You killed them | Short Story

“You.”

Cedarstar looked up from grooming his pelt, his eyes focusing on a certain tortie pelt. Kindlepaw. Her voice was laced with hatred, fear, and her amber eyes were wide like golden moons. “You as well.” The former leader adjusted his position, looking down upon Kindlepaw who glared back. It was a couple of seconds before either said anything, the two just silently staring as the scent of smoke filled the air, burning at their nose and eyes before finally Cedarstar spoke again. “I’m simultaneously surprised and not surprised that you found your way down here.” He said, his gaze narrowed. “It was a mistake I’m here!” Kindlepaw protested as she unsheathed her claws, “I’m a hero- You would’ve ruined Gladeclan!” the she-cat hissed with complete venom in her voice. Cedarstar rolled his eyes at Kindlepaw’s growls, sitting down comfortably. Or at least as comfortably you could be in the Dark Forest. 

“You ruined my life- You ruined Hillpaw’s future, you ruined evERYONE-”

“‘Ruined’ is a strong word, you little arsonist.” He growled as he stood up after such a short rest, taking a couple strides forward. “If anything, you ruined Gladeclan with your little fire plan.” “Wh- You.. Liar! We were the only cats hurt!” Cedarstar’s fur bristled. “Really? Explain that to your mother, because the flames kept her from being able to escape a falling log.” He hissed, watching the apprentice freeze. “Or your brother who nearly burned alive trying to save what was left of her.” He circled around Kindlepaw, who kept a terrified glare. “I…” “What about your clanmates? Did you not hear their screams?”

Cedarstar was normally a very calm cat, but seeing Kindlepaw get so caught up in her hero complex… It made him angry. The she-cat crouched in place, her voice a quiet hiss. Cedarstar glared down at Kindlepaw. “T.. I thought they were just panicking!” “You killed innocent cats, Kindlepaw. You killed more than I ever did.” He crouched down to be eye-to-eye, hissing the words as Kindlepaw covered her face in her paws- Choked sobs starting to come from the shaky tortoiseshell as Cedarstar glared. Quite pathetic for a murderer. “You deserve to be here just as much as I do.-” He finished, but before he could even breathe in- Kindlepaw suddenly screamed, raising her face to the sky with a mournful shriek.

Cedarstar flinched and took a step back, staring at the screaming apprentice before noticing shivering leaves, the sound of rustling coming closer frantically. ‘Whatever happens to you, happens,’ He thought as he turned tail, rushing through the trees. ‘You killed them, and now you’ll pay the price.’

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Cedarstar traumatizes a kid even more at 8. I imagine the rustling at the end might be Lightning or Red, perhaps?

[simply-yelly2]

The Queen of the Wind and proud mama of Gorsepaw.

I was inspired by the style of my friend @onedivinemisfit. You may no longer be involved with Warrior Cats, but it was so fun to talk with you and learn about the various wonders of cat genetics.

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Name: Morningflower

Past Name(s): Morningkit, Morningpaw

Clan: Wind

Rank: Elder

Mentor: Palebird

Apprentice(s): Ashfoot

Father: Cloudrunner

Mother: Dawnstripe

Siblings: Dawnleaf, Eveningtail, Duskclaw, Nightnose

Mate(s): Tallstar

Offspring: *Firestar, *Whitetail, Gorsepaw, Storkkit, Quailkit

*There is an AU I am working on currently. In it, Firestar and Whitetail are both Tallstar and Morningflower kittens.

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This is Morningflower, the lovely WindClan queen from Fire and Ice who is the mother of Gorsepaw. She is part British Shorthair due to her father who was a former kittypet who was accepted into WindClan and later became a respected warrior.

Morningflower has always been known as a tortoiseshell with amber eyes, though once I saw on the Wiki that she had "light" as part of her description. Glancing at the allegiance for Onestar's confession has revealed that Morningflower is now a calico.

This version of Morningflower has her as a calico smoke. She inherited the silver gene from her dad, which gives her a lighter undercoat but also dilutes the colored patches on her body but doesn't make her an actual dilute (gray and cream instead of black and red).

This coloration appears in a few breeds but seems hard to get. Regardless of this fact, I LOVE calico smokes. They are stunning, especially when you see the contrast between LH and SH. Plus this totally fits her name if you want to focus on a traditional route.

Prefix: Morning - You know how before sunrise the sky will take on a kind of creamy color? And usually the background is still dark because the sun hasn't risen yet. That is what came to mind with choosing this pattern. Some pretty powerful imagery.

Her suffix would come from the fact that she is very good with kits. Given how Morningflower was depicted as a queen in most of the allegiance, I imagine she was like Daisy and Ferncloud. A permanent nursery queen who helped take care of kits and their mothers. This doesn't make her soft, however.

[officialclangen]

I’ve seen mention of a ‘wildcard’ pattern on here, but I don’t actually know what that means, what do wildcard cats look like?

Also, were anonymous asks turned off or is my app just broken 💀

Wildcards are tortoiseshell cats that don't follow our standard rules for tortie patch colours and patterns! I'm going to copy-paste the explanation our wonderful coder Key gave for tortoiseshell coding, she explains it very well <3

REGULAR TORTIE RULES: Cats with a base-pattern of singlestripe, smoke, or single can now have patches with single, smoke, agouti, and ticked, in addition to the previously possible tabby, mackerel, and classic. There is now a small chance for the single-patterned patches to appear with any base-pattern. Tortie cats with a base-color of WHITE will be given PALEGREY or SILVER instead. If a cat's base color is in the black or white group, the patches can be any color in the ginger or brown group. However, the ginger group is more likely. If a cat's base color is in the ginger group, the patches can be any color in the black or brown group. However, the black group is more likely. If a cat's base color is in the brown group, the patches can be any color in the brown, black, or ginger group. However, the color of the patches can not be the same as the base color. Colors in the ginger group are more likely. WILDCARD TORTIE RULES: For fun, there is a very small chance for the color and pattern of the tortie patches to be determined randomly, without regard to the rules listed above. (hope all y'all "rare cat" hunters have fun hunting for the most rare(tm) cat in Clangen - the male wildcard tortie)

As for your second question, your app isn't bugging out, don't worry! They're turned off for the moment, at least temporarily, as we were experiencing an uptick in some.. rude messages. Sorry for the trouble, I know I personally highly prefer using anon when asking stuff so I get that it isn't very ideal </3

☆ Fable ☆

[suugrbunz]

I’d love to read the chapters you’ve published! Is it “Postcards From Paris”? I remember reading the snippets you posted last year, really enjoyed them, especially with the punk connection but also how the characters interacted, they were very human.

Aww, Laila.. That’s a really cool story. Lucky cat. She’ll appreciate you very much! She has a good home. My childhood cat was a tortoiseshell. They’re gorgeous.

My main account, which I reblog stuff from every now & then, is a bit of a mess, & I generally don’t interact with anyone from it as I like to keep as a safe, personal space for just me; but I’m thinking of creating a little sideblog to add moodboards of my characters? Maybe sometime.

It’s awful hearing you’ve been through so many horrible feelings regarding your body. We live in a very messed up world, wtf is wrong with people that makes them feel the need to cause others shame for something so natural? Don’t understand it..

Which Khalil Gibran book is it? I’d love to see the cover!

I think of you often too. This really is like writing an old pen pal! You made me smile. It’s so lovely to write to you again. As I said, I can’t be on here for long, due to lack of time and a general aversion to using the internet too much; but it’s so lovely to interact for a short while again!

Oh, and I want to say, you were so kind about my writing last year - you really motivated me and made me feel so very happy about it. I’m so private about my writing and only show it to a very few people.. So thank you for being so good to me about it, I really appreciated it 🩷

Also, “and i actually followed through on replacing nick” - you replaced him?! Lol! Made me giggle.

Okay, I’ll add some of my writing below.. ——————————

It’s late. They’d spent the night at Maureen’s favourite restaurant, the one with the concrete floor and the multicolour thank you notes on the walls, the one which Cecil also frequents to buy boxes of banana and melted chocolate sandwiches for Joey. Late and dark. The town’s already half-empty. They were lucky the restaurant still exists. Maureen, as always, unceremoniously shoves open her front door as she cackles about something funny a customer had done earlier while she’d been balancing filled boxes. Lyam follows her into the kitchen as she puffs repeatedly on her cigarette, talking around the smoke while he stays silent. She turns to him, one of her hands busy with the frying pan and the other with lighting her next cigarette. “You awrigh’ Benoit? Feels like ‘m talkin’ to myself,”

The words are rough and harsh - just like her voice - but her face is gentle and smiling. Lyam smiles softly back at her. “‘m awrigh’ Maureen,” Her smile turns toothy as she spins, scurrying over to the stepping stool to reach the pack of doughnuts, a cloud of smoke following behind. Lyam steps forward, hand on her buzzing arm, steady and gentle. She pauses, head lowering to look slightly down at him - an unusual angle for them. Trails of silky, white smoke run out of her painted lips, and they smile at him when she sees his glazed, gentle eyes looking right at them. “Keep tellin’ you Maureen, you gotta stop wi’ these,” he mutters, tugging the cigarette out from between her fingers. She’s still, watching him bend to stub it out on her counter ashtray in the bright, yellowy bulb light. She’s still, watching him straighten back up, his eyes on her face again, hesitant. She palaces a jittering hand on his cheek and his face relaxes. She doesn’t have to move forward much, they’re already so close, to connect their lips.

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🫣 I’m so uncomfortable about showing others my romance writing, hope it’s okay!!That was their last moment together in the book. A good ending for them I thought!

Will read your chapters when I get the time :)

💝anon

Sadly, the punk connection had to be dropped because i couldn't get the plot to move forward. It was so strange and maybe it is partly my own fault because i was definitely worse at plotting atp. Whereas now plots come to me rather easily? Anyway, it is Postcards from Paris! I hope you enjoy it when you begin your reading journey. That is actually why i thought of you, i just wondered if you'd ever read my work and if you'd be proud of it.

I definitely recommend making moodboards; I have some planned that i haven't actually created yet. oh, i made webweaves for my characters as well! Those came out pretty nicely if i do say so myself. I am also really private about my writing and someone had to convince me to publish this (if they're reading this; hi, thank you, i hope you know who you are!!).

I DID REPLACE NICK IT FEELS LIKE SUCH A SIN. I miss him but the plot has moved forward so nicely since ive replaced him, but i really need to incorporate him in another way. I have an idea but we'll see 👀.

i love your writing so much, it's lovely as ever. every time i read your writing it inspires me to better my own. i hope you see the beauty in your writing. If it helps you at all, I've gotten into the habit of rolling my eyes at my own romance writing. Only recently, when writing zosa and amir's confessions, did i gush about my romance writing...and oh boy is it worth the gushing.

I love that you add dialect and accents into your dialogue; I have such a hard time doing that because i wonder if it'll be wince worthy if i do it... yet when i see others do it I'm just like starstruck by it.

[amber-tortoiseshell]

let's give u a bit of a challenge, what are ur thoughts on graystripe & millies kits? (and if u wanna do graystripes extended family, don't let me stop u!)

Graystripe is dark gray with a stripe along his back. Because of this stripe i want to make him tabby, and i chose blue ticked. (Honestly this is a bit of an old and never reexamined headcanon, but it'll do now).

The stripe on his back is like this:

Millie is a light gray tabby which can be a lot of different things, let's put her aside for a moment.

Bumblestripe is "very pale with black stripes". Black silver tabby. Let's give Millie the silver allele then, and she'll be black too, since diluted x diluted wouldn't give dense.

Briarlight. She is dark brown, but i don't do chocolate, cinnamon or sepia, so what remains is black tabby. Ticked is already at hand, it can be dark and it's certainly brown.

Blossomfall: "tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with petal-shaped white patches". You just had to give a tortoiseshell daughter to two grey cats, hadn't you? So let's turn Millie into a tortie too (so she's now a black tortie silver tabby), and... I almost didn't give Blossomfall real white spotting, just make her smoke for white patches, but unfortunately she needs some to give it to Stemleaf. So that means Millie needs some too. But I think i'll still make Blossomfall smoke, it's fun and can help to make those "petal-shaped" patches.

So we ended up with black tortoiseshell silver tabby with white for Millie.

Graystripe and Millie

Bumblestripe, Briarlight, Blossomfall

Graystripe's extended family:

Willowpelt, his mother: blue tortie ticked tabby. (Tortie beacuse of Sorreltail. I could make Willow just blue, and Whitestrom masking red and Snowfur, Moonflower and Daisytoe all masking tortie, but he's allegedly Ferncould's father too, and she isn't tortie. Well, she could be... but i rather not. I'll continue thinking about this. Right now tortie Willowpelt is what feels best to me. It even makes her somewhat lighter.)

Silverstream and Feathertail: blue silver mackerel tabby. Feathertail is darker.

Stormfur's family

Stormfur: blue smoke. Smoke, so it makes more sense for the tribe to think he's the silver cat.

Brook Where Small Fish Swim: black mackerel tabby.

Pine That Clings to Rock and Breeze That Rustles the Leaves: black ticked tabby.

Lark That Sings at Dawn: black silver not-ticked tabby.

Feather of Flying Hawk: black silver ticked tabby.

Blossomfall's family

Blossomfall: black smoke tortoiseshell with white

Thornclaw: red (mackerel)

Stemleaf: red with white

Eaglewing: red

Plumstone: black tortoiseshell

Shellfur: cream smoke (he's supposed to be tortie. you can give him a small dark patch or something i guess)

(warrior cats genetics ask game)