#yowling sad cat noises

[teddybeartoji]

i love you suguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu😣😣😣😣😣😣😣

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Catformers AU

Rodimus

* Rodimus is a feisty cat, to put it mildly. He acts like he owns the place, being the first to seek out attention from the caretakers that show up to open the shelter and the last meow you hear when the shelter closes down for the night. Roddy, as he gets nicknamed, wants to be everywhere caretakers go and gets himself into a lot of trouble. He’s adventurous and daring, having figured out ways to escape his kennel and escape the play area he and the other cats tend to be in when the place is opened. It was probably due to his eccentric nature that he was relinquished to the Lost Light shelter along with some other cats like Drift.

* Rodimus is a cat that needs a lot of attention, often yowling and meowing at caretakers to pet and play with him. He also is a very active cat, enjoying teaser toys and the giant running wheel. Most days he likes playing with Drift, ignoring Magnus when he bats at him, or bugging Megatron, who either ignores or hisses at him to leave him alone. Despite his usually happy attitude, Roddy has some moments where he needs alone time or he lashes out and needs to be isolated. He’s a little fireball that needs a little stability and one on one care so being single and with no other pets, you were the perfect choice to foster him!

* To say Rodimus didn’t wreck your home after he showed up to your house would be a lie; the little deviant decided to explore his surroundings in the most destructive way possible whether it was dragging your toilet paper all over the house, knocking off pictures of knickknacks off the counter, and managing to get into the food and treats you bought for him as well as the ones not for him. Nighttime wasn’t better, the cat making all sorts of noises in the middle of the night, leaving you restless and exhausted coming in next morning with him.

* Rodimus needs attention so from the moment you brought him home to work and back, Roddy would beg for your attention either by meowing, rubbing himself against you, clawing at you, or his favorite, jumping up or climbing onto you to be right up in your face. With him needing you, it made it nearly impossible to leave home without him but it turned out Rodimus does well outside and on a leash, using the time to look around and also greet people you would pass. He soaks up all the pets and praises given to him. He even enjoys car rides, becomes your little co-captain when you take him on your errands.

* Rodimus enjoys playing with you as well as certain other cats, often having playdates with Drift but will try to play and mingle with other cats. He also gets the privilege of being an outdoor cat and as such, has brought over many a dead, semi-dead, and alive critters into your home, in your bed, in your shoes, etc. But he always knows to come home by the end of the day, either finding his way to your lap or ending up sleeping in a cat bed you’ve nicknamed the Rodpod. With him by your side, you help each other out, becoming more social and outgoing as you take him around, boosting your confidence and helping Roddy find some stability and reassurance that he’ll always have you around to shower him with attention and praise.

* Rodimus is a heater. He could curl up next to you and you would be the one to move away because he’s that warm but it’s nice during the winter time or when you’re sad, needing the comfort. If you end up in a depressed state, he’s the one who gives you attention, licking your face and cuddling up into your chest or face before you manage to get up at least to take care of him. He has scratched you before out of anger, hissing and spitting but you don’t blame him, giving him space before he approaches you and tries to lick the scratches to say he’s sorry.

* If you chose to adopt Rodimus, life with him is never boring! You might end up adopting a few others along the way, making a little crew where he, again, acts like he’s in charge but really, you’re both in charge and try to remind him of that. If not, he still has a home at the Lost Light shelter and though other cats may come and go, he’s still along for the ride, begging for your attention and never giving you a moment’s rest but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 22 - Lavender 5

Okay. So this part we kinda get into more background for Shanks and Mihawk. I kept it simple because I don't want to keep complicating things by adding more lol.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! Kissing! Mihawk and Shanks are sad over a real dumb misunderstanding.

Masterlist

Sukuna narrows his eyes at the two men who are curled around his human. He doesn’t like either of them, even if the dark-haired one had been the one to save him in the first place. Sukuna didn’t trust men other than himself and his two brothers. The chickens were far too stupid to count. The males took away his attention from his human and thought they could boss him around. No one but his human bossed Sukuna around.

It’s been a day and a half since the older human had shown back up, and Sukuna’s sensitive nose could tell that you were feeling better. The sick scent had all but disappeared, but you were still weak. The cat yowled loudly to try and get your attention, but all he gained were two sets of glares from the men crowded around his human. He yowls again, putting an extra amount of sass in, and finally, it seems to work, for the smug cat watches as you sit yourself up, hair a wild mess as you find the source of all the noise.

“Suku, gimmie two minutes, and I’ll get up,” You assure your spoilt baby, and then those twin glares are on you, yellow and chocolate full of disappointment. Shanks rolls his eyes at you and then lays back, content to let Mihawk handle this when he notices the other man gearing up for it.

“You are not getting up just because that cat is begging,” Dracule says lowly, and you shiver when his hot breath tickles your chilled ear. His arm is tight around your waist, legs tucked behind your own. Shanks is pressed in close on your other side, sole arm tossed over you and resting innocently on the other man’s waist. You take in the sight, lips curling up when you happen to glance at the redhead to see him giving that soft look you are just getting to know to Mihawk.

“Hawkeye is right, baby girl. You are staying right here. One of us can go feed the bugger,” Shanks suggests, and when he gets two sets of eyes, one pleading and the other demanding, the Emperor sighs and extracts his arm, “Which, I guess that’ll be my job.”

You snicker at his put-out voice but are swiftly distracted when Mihawk rolls the two of you, legs settling on either side of yours as he settles his weight on top of you. The warlord holds himself up on his elbows and then dips to seal his lips to yours in a relieved kiss. If you are feeling well enough to try and get up to feed one of your nosey pets, then you must feel well enough for Dracule to steal a few kisses. He has missed your soft voice and plucky attitude, so hearing it has sent his heart racing, and his hands aching to touch you.

You sigh into the kiss, arms lifting to wind around his neck, and pull him more fully into your embrace. His tongue pushes forward, and Mihawk hums into the kiss when you wrap your lips around the muscle and gently suck. The warlord allows you your fun before he pulls away to nip your lips and press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He opened his eyes, ringed gaze, and locked onto the redhead who had not left the room.

Shanks watches the older man kiss you. The display is lewd and possessive. He licks his lips and longs to lay back in the bed, to pepper both of his treasures with sweet kisses and words of endearment of his own. He shifts his weight when he watches Mihawk place sweet pecks on your cheeks, and your brow, and the redhead breaks at the display. He doesn’t want to be left out.

Mihawk stops Shanks in his tracks when he lifts himself to his knees, leaving you a panting mess pinned beneath him. He watches in interest as Dracule swings off the bed and stands beside the other man, “I’m going to help him. Neal almost got him last time.”

You share a snicker with Dracule when the redhead pouts dramatically, lip jutting out as he turns on his heel to stock out of the bedroom. Mihawk gives you one last kiss on the brow, and then he follows Shanks out of the bedroom. With both men gone, you take the chance to lope to the bathroom and freshen up before either man can stop you.

Shanks feeds Sukuna and Hank while Mihawk goes outside to take care of Neal and the three chickens. He gets pecked for his trouble and sends a scathing glare at the rooster. He meets Shanks back inside, and the domesticity of the situation hits him when he catches Shanks filling up the kettle and putting it on the stove. Dracule steps in behind him, gathering mugs and tea bags that he sets out on the counter.

There is a peace in the cottage that neither man has felt other than out in the open sea. It brings back the good and the bad memories, ones that the warlord isn’t quite ready yet to acknowledge. However, being around Shanks so much lately has forced Dracule to look back on their own past and the reason behind why it had fallen apart. Could he take that chance again with the younger man now that he has you to mitigate the rough edges that have built up during their time apart?

A quiet curse gets his attention, and Mihawk watches the younger man, who has become distracted by the baked goods that you must have made before your sickness got too bad. Dracule huffs when he sees that one of the most feared pirates on the seas has gotten his hand literally stuck inside of a cookie jar. The fool had shoved his hand inside the too-small jar and turned to Mihawk with a helpless expression.

“You idiot. What would have you done if I weren’t here? Your crew would have never let you live it down,” Dracule snarked at the redhead but closed the distance and reached out to grab the younger man’s wrist.

“Like you’ll ever let me live this down,” The Emperor teases right back, and Dracule thinks that the younger man is too cheeky for his own good.

Shanks is expecting Mihawk to just yank the jar off, but he is surprisingly gentle as he removes the offending item. He cheers quietly when his hand is free, and then he snags Mihawk by the belt loop so that he can lean in and plant his lips on that clean-shaven cheek. He lingers there, waiting to be pushed off, but Dracule doesn’t move an inch.

When Shanks pulls away, he catches sight of the wistful expression that adorns Mihawk’s face for a split second before the older man schools expression once more, and it causes him to frown in concern. Shanks licks lips, his thoughts running as he recalls the past couple of days.

The closeness that the two of them once shared had easily been obtained again, and having you in the middle made it all the better. You were a perfect match for their warring personalities, easily soothing any hurt feelings when the two men went too far. All it took was a sleepy boys, and then two men were backing down like that. It’s only happened a few times these past few days, you needing to step in, but the thought had cemented itself in Shanks’ mind, and he always fought for the things he wanted.

“Mihawk,” Shanks murmurs and inches closer to the other man, angling his head so that he can catch those beautiful ringed eyes, “C’mon, Baby. Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

His lips twist at the pet name, and Dracule sends a sharp glare at Shanks, but he still does not pull away. He surprises himself and Shanks when he leans in, back bowing as he rests his face in the crook of the redhead's neck, hands coming up to grasp his loose, white shirt.

“Can I trust you again?” Mihawk asks softly, and his next words are laced with hurt, “How can I know that you won't turn to the closest pretty smile when things don’t go your way?”

Shanks freezes in his grasp, a tension blanketing the room, and then the redhead steps away from Mihawk with a stern frown on his face. Hurt swims in his eyes, and he raises his hand to wipe at his mouth, collapsing fingers scrubbing at his scruffy face as the pirate thinks about what to say to that. Shanks may have been drunk that evening, but that night was as clear as day for him. He lost his treasure at that dingy bar, after all.

------------

You sigh as you stand from the tub, grabbing the towel you left hanging on the rack and quickly drying yourself before you catch another cold. Once dry, you dress in a set of soft undergarments and flush at the reminder of the first night you wore the set and the way your warlord peeled it off you.

Mihawk called it lingerie. Whatever that meant, you just liked the way the silky material felt on your skin, and it was modest enough that it covered your stomach and the tops of your thighs. A fluffy robe followed, and you wrapped it close around you, relishing the warmth of the material.

You step out of the bathroom and look around. You could go back to bed, but you can hear speaking in the kitchen, and you are curious. It’s been days since you’ve felt well enough to even walk your own house, so it felt nice to go more than the six feet it took to go from bathroom to bedroom. You slow to a stop just outside the entrance, frozen when you hear it.

“Can I trust you again?” “How can I know that you won't turn to the closest pretty smile when things don’t go your way?”

You swallow harshly, feeling like an intruder in your own home. You don’t know what to do, and you feel too many emotions at once to settle on any of them. You figured that the two men had a past, though not as close as the one that Mihawk could be insinuating. Not that it bothered you, now that you were being forced to acknowledge it. You had no basis on how people outside of your island worked. Happiness was happiness to you. It didn’t matter where it came from.

But had that really happened? Your heart shatters at the hurt in your lover's voice, and you are taking a half step forward before you think better of it. You don’t need to get in the middle of whatever spat the two men were having. You felt like they were more comfortable working this out without you there.

“_, I know you’re out there. Come here,” Shanks calls, but you can hear the underlying order there. He doesn’t expect you to deny him, and you prove him right when you slowly step into the kitchen. You can feel the tension, and it wraps around you like a second skin. Shanks gives you a strained smile, but Mihawk is the one to come to your side and lead you to a chair.

The kettle makes its debut and Dracule busies himself by making tea for himself and his angel. He takes a chanced glance at Shanks, and the other man dips his head in a nod, so Mihawk pours the steaming water into his mug with the lavender tea bag.

“Sorry for interrupting,” You apologize once everyone is settled. Dracule has taken a seat beside you at the kitchen table, and you can’t help but feel like you are in one of your romance novels. Life certainly became exciting after meeting these men, “I can leave for a while? I don’t mind to.”

Shanks smirks at the sincerity in your voice and shakes his head, “No, I think it’s best that both of you hear this. Especially since Mihawk here doesn’t know the full story, either it seems.”

Dracule puffs up like he is about to snap back at the other man, but you raise your hand and give him a look, and the dark-haired man quickly deflates, cowed for now. You put your attention back on Shanks, and the redhead looks even more smitten with the sight of the two of you, and it only cements his decision further.

“Mihawk and I have known each other for a long time. Longer than you’ve been alive, babygirl,” Shanks begins, and it’s then that you realize that Shanks is about to reveal an important part of his and Mihawk’s past. You feel honored to know, but a quick glance at Mihawk has you frowning. The older man looks distinctly uncomfortable, and you butt in before Shanks can continue.

“Is this okay?” You ask Mihawk. You can still recall the day that Dracule had asked you not to ask about his life, that he would reveal to you who he was in time. He was careful that way, and you didn’t want to overstep.

Mihawk looks genuinely surprised at your question, and you watch with growing fondness when you catch a blush across his cheekbones, “Yes. It’s fine. I, too, would like to know what story Shanks is talking about.”

The emperor looks at you for permission to continue, and you nod, sipping your tea. Shanks huffs at his treasures and then begins his story, voice painful but fond, and the redhead as you on the edge of your seat at once.

------------

A year before Shanks loses his arm, two young men stumble into the first bar, the younger of the two spots. The older man rolls his eyes but eagerly follows after his friend, fingers tangled in the unbuttoned shirt that Shanks wears. It had been ages since Shanks had seen his best friend, and he was eager to catch up.

He bought them drink after drink, and hours later, the two had stumbled away from the bar and ended up in a dark corner of the seedy bar. Mihawk shoved Shanks into the wall, mouthing at his neck as the other man hung on for dear life, hips canting and shameless in his want for Dracule.

Drunk on cheap beer and love for his friend/lover, Shanks blurted out the fateful words that would be the end of their relationship. He had missed the older man so much even though it had only been two weeks since he’d seen Mihawk, but every day the ache in his chest grew and grew until Shanks couldn’t hold it in anymore. He needed Mihawk to know how he felt.

“I love you,” the pirate captain breathes, Join my crew, Mihawk. I love you.”

Shanks’ admission is so soft it’s but a whisper, but Mihawk still hears it. Those wondering hands freeze on Shanks, and the redhead is left, confused and a little hurt when Dracule pulls away from him.

The other man won’t look at him. Ringed eyes downcast and looking anywhere but the younger man. Shanks reaches for the other man, heart seizing up and tears gathering in his eyes when Mihawk takes a half step away, just far enough that Shanks can’t reach him, “Mihawk..?”

Panic had shot through the older man the moment his friend brought up his feelings. Shanks had been the first to break through his walls, bringing them down with a friendly smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Dracule had opened himself up to the other boy, spilling his secrets and his fears, but never once had he tacked an emotion onto what he felt for Shanks. It terrified him to put a label on anything.

“I- I can’t right now, Red,” Mihawk croaked, and then he was gone, coat flapping behind him as he ran away from his friend for the first time in his life. Shanks watches him go, tears streaming down his cheeks and mouth hanging open in disbelief. He slides down the wall, chest torn open as sobs wreak his frame. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when his attention is taken by a pretty lady with dark hair and hazel eyes who grins down at him.

She buys him a drink and Shanks cries on her shoulder, draping himself over the kind lady who coos at him and kindy says that maybe Mihawk just needs some time to come to terms with his own feelings. There is a commotion at the front of the bar, but Shanks is far too drunk to pay much attention, though, and if he had, the pirate would have seen the stricken look on Mihawk’s face before the other man turned and fled.

Mihawk would do his best to avoid Shanks in the coming years, at least until the warlord came upon a boy in a familiar straw hat.

---------

It’s silent when Shanks finishes his tale, and you find yourself at a loss for words. All of this animosity, and all over a misunderstanding and a man who runs away from his feelings. You don’t have to wait long before Mihawk stands, booted feet loud on the hardwood floor as he strides across the room. He looks furious and heartbroken, all rolled up in a big angsty ball.

“You were all over that woman, and you’re telling me that you didn’t sleep with her?” Mihawk hisses, “You’re taking me for a fool.”

Shanks scoffs, displeasure flashing across his face, “I knew you would never believe me. It’s why I stopped chasing after you when you kept avoiding me. Then you became a warlord, and so much time had passed, that I thought. Why bother?”

The Emperor runs his hand through his hair, making the shaggy locks stand on end. His voice is full of bitter resentment when he continues, “But no, I didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t touch anyone else for a long time. Guess I wanted to make sure that you really meant to stay away.”

Mihawk looks like he’s been struck, and he swallows harshly, taking a step back as his face flushes, brow scrunching as he takes in what the other man is saying. A self-deprecating laugh escapes him. He turns away from Shanks and sits back down, leaning back and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. With the way his and Shanks’ haki are still intertwined, Darcule can tell that the other man isn't lying. All this time, and it had been him that had been the problem, the fool who couldn't accept the sight of Shanks wrapped around another person. If he had stayed, then maybe their lives would have turned out differently.

A small hand on his shoulder is what gets his attention. You have stood from your seat and rounded the table, standing behind him as your hands settle on his shoulders. You rub the tense muscles, and Mihawk finds himself relaxing under your familiar touch. You kiss the top of his head, lips lingering there for a moment as you lock eyes with Shanks.

The younger man looks distraught, body tense, and you wonder if Shanks will leave now that he has said his piece. You aren't sure what to say, so you decide to keep quiet and stand in silent support of the man who had found you first. To you, both men have been wronged. You just hope that they can work it out for their sake.

Mihawk looks up when he hears the sound of heavy footsteps, and his eyes widen when Shanks sinks to one knee, hand coming up to clutch at Mihawk's hand that sits on his lap. He looks up and catches Mihawk’s gaze, and then your own, “I don't want us to linger on our past, it isn't fair to _, or to us.”

“Even after that night, you have never stopped being one of my precious people, Mihawk, and I would like to give you that title too, Babygirl. If you'd have me.”

@writingmysanity @djbumblebee @goth-mami-writer @myradiaz @fluffybunnyu @bookandstar @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff @anastasiyax

[fallenclan]

// cw • this fic contains discussions of grief, passive suicidal ideation (im probably exaggerating it a lot in the tags tbh but if its a sensitive topic b careful), dissociation, and nongraphic death. please take care of yourselves!! :3

me if cranking out fics of just me smashing characters with the angst hammer 18 consecutive times was a crime 🚔💁‍♀️

--

Brambletuft doesn't categorize herself as someone with an anger problem.

There are cats like Wormshade and Flyspots, straight up with their anger. If they are angry, they make it known.

There is Maplestar, his quiet fury. You'll never see him angry, it doesn't show as more than irritation, but the way his claws scratch on the floor beneath him, and his eyes hold the smallest hint of disdain. When you know what to look for, you can read him like Silverbelly does the stars.

Poppyfeather is similar; you'll never know how she feels unless she wants you to.

Yewberry is entirely silent in his anger. He doesn't scream, or shout, he endures. He puts his anger to good work.

Otterslip, so unlike his son, was incredibly angry. Grief driven and desparate and begging for vengeance that was never owed. So angry, paws driven by cold hard rage, he killed Stormsight with no remorse for his actions.

Brambletuft is not angry. She appreciates the world, she splashes in puddles and takes care of preserved poppies and lilacs and feathers. Brambletuft is a simple cat, who enjoys simple things.

But she can't say she's happy all the time. That would be a lie. But it's not anger. Anger has never suited her. Honestly, neither has sadness or anything else. She prefers to just ignore her feelings.

She floats.

--

It happens once, when she's an apprentice and she fails an assessment. Her legs shook themselves still and she floated away from the world.

She very easily decides floating is far superior to feeling, so she does that. She floats during battles, and patrols, and she floats through her ceremony. She only knows her name because her sister repeated it.

-

Henryclaw never hid who her mother was, not from her and Poppyfeather, at least. A sweet kittypet named Bun. A gorgeous calico, who lived in one of the small houses near the valley. She gave Bramblekit and Poppykit away to keep them safe, and that was that.

It never did stop the distant longing she sometimes felt, when Bluefern would curl into Jaggedstripe, or when she saw a new queen patiently sitting in the nursery.

That affection was something she wanted for herself. It makes her feel upset, and sad. It makes her float.

--

When she comes back from patrol, camp is in chaos.

It's a cold day for the season. A cool breeze drifts in and out of her ears, making her shiver.

When she'd left that twilight, cats were retiring to their nests. The ones who weren't sleeping or getting ready to were either on watch, about to leave for patrol, or finishing their prey.

There is a small circle of cats in the clearing, gathered around something.

"What's going on?" She asks, shooting a sideway glance to Pinefrost, who shrugs in response.

Then Silverbelly pushes past her, rosemary in her jaws. The clearing smells vaguely of mint and lavender. She recognizes the smells because once Hopepaw dragged her along to collect herbs. The cats part around her, and she hears a commanding yowl over all the noise.

Hailcrash, standing at the center of the fray. "Stars, give Silverbelly and Hopethistle some space to work. Shoo, all of you. You can come back out when we start the vigil."

The vigil?

Brambletuft stands and watches as the cats part. Some stare at her, pitiful expressions painting their faces.

It feels blue. Not the pretty blue, where the sky is bright and the lakes are still. It's the tormentful blue, of dreary blue clouds and pouring rain.

Poppyfeather, she's dully aware, is sobbing.

Why is she sobbing?

And Silverbelly and Hopethistle and Poppyfeather are the only ones standing there now.

She sees the dulled, gray speckled fur. Blood inbetween strands of fur, limbs stiff.

--

She sits the vigil. But she's not there.

She is hardly aware of Poppyfeather's wails, or her own tears trickling down her face. She can't bring herself to listen to Jaggedstripe's stories, or Applebranch's fond reminiscence.

Henryclaw is gone. Maplestar is exhausted, Hailcrash is grasping at the unwoven seams of the clan that are slowly unraveling, and Silverbelly is still fighting with her grief.

It sounds stupid, but her father is no longer there with her. Why do anything?

--

"Brambletuft," comes a gentle voice.

The moon shines bright. Normally, she would take a moment to appreciate it, but today she tucks her nose into her tail and squeezes her eyes shut.

"Brambletuft, the gathering is tomorrow. Would you like to go?"

That's Hailcrash, with her careful eyes and her twitching ear.

She shakes her head. No.

Archclan was at the gathering. She didn't want to see a single hair on any of their foxhearted pelts.

Henryclaw had a single wound to the back of his neck. Clearly meant to kill. His body was found near the Archclan border, and it reeked of them even with the rosemary clogging her senses.

"That's fine," Hailcrash says. "Rest, alright? Silverbelly will be here to check on everyone later," on Brambletuft, "and Yewberry is staying behind too. Poppyfeather's here as well. Take it easy."

Brambletuft has been taking it easy for a half moon. She's been floating since she saw the body in the clearing, with long dried blood soaking the rocks and a sharp pang of grief in her heart.

--

"Brambletuft, Hopethistle wants to see you."

"Tell her 'm busy," she snaps.

"Like, right now," the voice continues. She vaguely categorizes it as male.

Yewberry.

"Tell her I'm watching Waspkit."

"Wrong. Teddyfluff's watching Waspkit," Yewberry says. "Come on. You know how Hopethistle is. Trying to avoid her is like trying to dig through a stone wall. I'll go with you, if you want."

Stop inconveniencing him, her mind says. Yewberry has more important things to do than babysit you because you're sad.

"That's fine, I can go myself," Brambletuft mumbles, pushing herself to her paws. Her throat feels parched, her eyes unfocused and fixed on the ground.

One paw, two paw. One paw, two paw.

She thinks if she loses that rhythm, nothing will make sense. The world already feels jumbled and confusing.

One step, two step.

Yewberry is trailing behind her anyways, half hovering and half trying to give her space.

And then she's at the medicine den. There's a kit (Owlkit, she thinks) laying in a nest way too big for her.

"Brambletuft," Hopethistle greets. "How are you?"

Brambletuft dully blinks at her, silently urging her to make an inference. Based on her matted fur, dull eyes, and sluggish movement, she was obviously not doing well.

"Okay, that's fine. I just wanted to ask you some questions?"

Hopethistle says it like a question. Like she has a choice, because everyone in the room (even Owlkit with her two-moon brain) knows that Brambletuft has no choice in this. Not really.

"Okay."

"Do you want him to stay, or?" Hopethistle glances at Yewberry, who shifts his paws.

"I can go if you-"

"I don't care," Brambletuft says. It comes off a lot meaner than she wants it to, so she reclarifies. "If you have stuff to do, don't waste time with whatever this is."

Yewberry decidedly stays still.

"Okay," Hopethistle says. She looks at a tiny stack of herbs, like she's mentally recounting something. "So. A few questions."

"Yeah, okay."

"Have you been feeling sad, tired, or hopeless recently?"

Brambletuft glares at her with all the will she can muster. "My dad just died and you're asking if I'm sad."

Hopethistle blinks. "So yes?"

Brambletuft, with as much irritance as she can muster, stiffly nods.

"Okay," she continues. "Any feelings of despair? Like life isn't worth living?"

Her tail twitches. "Why am I doing this?"

"I'm sorry," Hopethistle says. And she does look upset, but not upset enough to stop. "I just need a yes or a no. Or a nod. Anything that gives me a solid answer."

Brambletuft blinks. "Repeat the question?"

"Do you ever have thoughts of despair or feelings that life isn't worth living?"

Brambletuft thinks of the weeks she's spent floating in her nest, practically dead to the world. Everything passed by in a blur of bleary sleep, nightmares, and pain.

She looks at her paws, and slowly nods.

Hopethistle's eyes briefly glisten. "Do you intend to act on those feelings?"

Brambletuft couldn't. Poppyfeather needed her, even if they hadn't spoken for a week. She mutely shakes her head.

"Right," Hopethistle says, her voice catching in her throat. "You have off from patrols for another half moon, until I or Silverbelly can talk to you again. Try not to isolate too much, okay?"

Hopethistle, in her own stupid stubborn way, cares. It's why she makes a good medicine cat. It's how she gets even the most prideful, stubborn cats to accept her help. She has an element of ferocity and sharpness to her that she most definitely inherited from her mother.

Brambletuft goes back to her nest, leaving Yewberry to stare at her with some expression she can't quite place.

--

She wakes up again, for the third time, restless and upset, and instead of trying a different sleeping position, she leaps over sleeping bodies and slips into the tiny hole behind the elder's den.

It's snowing.

Her paws take her across the territory, until she stops at the valley border.

--

She doesn't want to admit it, but since Henryclaw died, there has been something eating her from the inside.

Not some scary bug, or a bad piece of freshkill. It's something herbs can't fix, and it's something she can't walk off.

It's choking. It wraps around her lungs and it squeezes and it doesn't let go. It makes her throat dry, and her eyes burn, and her fur stand on her spine.

--

Brambletuft, entirely alone in the night, with a sloppily caught mouse in her paws, stares at them. Blankly.

She is stiffly aware of the cold biting into her, even through her thick fur.

She stands. Not proud or tall as she used to, but grief-stricken and tucked into herself.

"Brambletuft?"

Brambletuft whips around, hackles raised, claws unsheathed. Yewberry walks out, and promptly sits next to her, pointedly avoiding her (dull) claws and her puffed up fur. She probably looks crazy.

"How did you find me?"

"I wanted to follow you after Hopethistle's interrogation," Yewberry begins, "but it looked like you wanted to be left alone. So I waited, then I went on patrol and came back and you were sleeping. And then I kept waking up, and your tail brushed me when you were leaving, so I just decided to follow you. Sorry if that wasn't-"

"No, that's fine," she interrupts. Her heart pounds.

"You sure? If it wasn't, you can just say that."

"No, really. I don't mind. I don't want you to-"

Her lungs clench. Her mouth snaps shut.

--

Exactly one half moon after her first interrogation, Brambletuft is dragged to Hopethistle and she starts rapid firing questions again.

Brambletuft gives some half-hearted answers. Simple "okay", "no", "yes", the whole thing.

"Does it ever feel like you're living life on autopilot?"

"What?"

"Sorry, bad example. Caught it from a friend. I mean like, does it feel like you're just a cloud, drifting around without really feeling anything?"

"I guess," she answers.

--

Yewberry pauses. "Want me to what?"

"I don't.. ah..." Brambletuft fumbles with her words. Please, brain, work. Talk to the pretty boy! "I don't want you to leave."

"Okay. Is there anything you want me to do?"

--

"What?"

"I think you've been having severe dissociative episodes for most of your life. When did you say the first one was?"

"After my first assessment. I think I was, ah, seven moons?"

"Brambletuft, this has been going on for 25 moons and nobody ever figured it out until right now?"

--

"Just, stay here." Brambletuft pauses. "With me."

I don't want to be alone, passes through her mind. He would understand, talk to him.

The words die in her throat.

--

Dissociation is a mental process where someone feels a disconnect from their thoughts, feelings, memories or sense of identity.

Wildfang's word, then Sunwish's words. Silverbelly repeats them. Hopethistle repeats them again, with the same long winded definition.

Hopethistle listed symptoms like they were second nature. Knowing her, they probably were.

Some of the symptoms of dissociation include forgetting about certain time periods, events and personal information, feel disconnected from your own body or the world around you.

Brambletuft can't remember anything that happened over a year ago. She doesn't remember a single detail from whatever Poppyfeather was telling her about this morning (Wow she is a horrible sister-)

--

"I feel like I'm floating," Brambletuft murmurs. It's so late that the moon dips back over the horizon, the sun greedily soaking up every inch of spare dark skies and turning it to bright orange and pink.

"Oh?"

"Like I'm just floating through life, and I've been stuck in the trees so I don't fly off into the sky, but now I'm on the moors instead of in the forest so I'm just flying away."

"Oh," Yewberry softly says. "I don't want you to fly away. Can I be the rock holding you to the ground?"

Brambletuft laughs, the first time she's done so in at least a moon, and rests her head on his shoulder. He immediately tenses when she does so, but he doesn't try to move her (which he could easily do, if she was being honest).

They stay that way, then fall asleep when the sun shines right onto the creek.

--

"Screaming," Owlpaw says. Brambletuft whips her head around to stare at the apprentice.

Hopethistle called it therapy. Brambletuft called it, with passion, hell. Owlpaw calls it training.

"What?" Owlpaw tilts her head. "It's therapeutic. I always see you. You're so quiet when you're upset. Try being loud about your feelings, and maybe you'll recognize them."

And so, Owlpaw orders her to go to the Cliff, and scream out all her feelings. And yes, she said it in those exact words.

Stars, she's taking orders from a 8 moon old ball of rage. What's next, Salmonkit starts using her for climbing practice?

--

Brambletuft stands on the cliff. Wind whips at her face, she ignores it.

Yewberry is there, with his quiet support. He even offered to scream with her, if it made her feel better.

She humbly declines his offer.

--

Bramblepaw is quiet.

Poppypaw is the loud one. She makes enough noise for both of them. Bramblepaw is silent enough to stay behind her. Poppypaw talks to all the other apprentices, telling them elaborate stories of how Goldenstar saved her from eagles.

(It was so badass, she'd exclaimed. Bramblepaw had to admit. Yes, it was badass.)

--

The choking feeling doesn't go away. It never does.

But, she starts fighting it. She won't let it win. She gets up and she gets on patrol and she tackles a pheasant with Yewberry and brings it back, a Feather kept in her nest as a prize.

She goes to mark the border, and take Salmonpaw on badger rides even if she's a bit too big for them.

She climbs to the top of trees with Yewberry and they talk, and laugh (once they touched noses. Scandalous.)

--

She goes to the cliff, and she screams herself hoarse. And again, and again, until her throat burns and her face hurts from her mouth being open for so long.

Yewberry, with his not very silent support, bowls her over as soon as they're off the cliff and under a sparse tree, and she laughs and lets him even though she could definitely knock him on his ass if she wanted to.

--

"I should've been angry sooner," she murmurs.

"I think you deserve to be angry," Yewberry nods. His head finds a familiar place on her shoulder. "No, no wait. You deserve to be angry."

Brambletuft, in all her adrenaline fueled glory, nods, leaping to her paws once again. "I deserve to be angry."

"You deserve to be angry," Yewberry repeats, his eyes bright and happy.

Happy for her.

"I deserve to be angry!" She laughs (cackles. she definitely cackled). She catches her breath, and turns back to Yewberry. "I deserve to be angry. We deserve to be angry."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you when you do this?"

And, all her adrenaline dissapears, in favor of instead making her fur puff out with embarrassment and having her tuck into herself instead, with Yewberry's laughter in the background.

And the thorns constantly wrapped around her lungs seem to loosen.

--

-🍭 (the horrors (my organs) persist but so do i. )

i jhsut spent an hour and a half writing this HGELP

AUGH MY FUCKING HEART NOOO I LOVE THEM SMM.... crumbled on the floor holding my chest. i love them SO MUCH its unreal this just made me love them even more,, lollipop your writing is so fucking incredible i love it so so much

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2024 Day 1

Cat Bath - Madmare

“I don’t think cookie dough is supposed to be that runny.” Mare weakly chuckled, looking over Mad’s shoulder to see the bowl he stirred into. 

“I don’t know what I did wrong. I was following Phantom’s recipe.” Mad sighed, picking up the paper Phantom scribbled on, and squinted at it. “Maybe I wasn’t supposed to use eight cups of butter.” 

“Eight cups of what?” Mare took the recipe to see for himself. “Starlight, it’s eight tablespoons.”

“Table…Phantom has terrible writing,” Mad huffed, looking at the ruined batter. 

“He does.” 

“I have no idea how to fix this.” 

“Maybe we could ask-” Mare’s suggestion turned into a shout when Al suddenly landed on the counter from the fridge, misjudging the distance and knocking the bowl over.

“Oh, Al!” Mad gasped, seeing the buttery batter get all over the cat’s fur. “You’re a mess!”

“Mer-ow!” Al wailed and tried to shake it off. 

“You’re getting it everywhere!” Mare grabbed a hand towel and threw it on the cat. 

“Mow!” Al tried to run off, but Mad caught him. 

“I don’t think cats can have that much butter. We can't let Al lick this all off." Mad hugged Al and tried to use the towel to wipe off some of the mess. Mare knew that if he were the one doing that, Al would claw his face off, but in Mad’s arms, he just looked sad. 

“I’ll get the bath started.” Mare sighed, heading for the bathroom.

“We’ll try to be as quick as possible,” Mad promised as he went into the hall closet and pulled out the pet soap. Al saw the bottle and started meowing frantically. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, buddy.” Mad joined Mare in the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet. 

“I have the water only a few inches deep, just enough to work with.” Mare stepped out and was back a moment later with a cup. “Put on your big boy pants, Al. The sooner we do this, the sooner it’ll be done.” Al hissed at Mare. “And that is why I’m on cup duty, young man.” Mare wagged the cup toward Al. 

Al just hissed again.

“In we go.” Mad tossed the soiled towel aside and sat Al in the bathtub, feeling his heart ache when Al yowled in protest. He lifted a paw, shook it, then his other, and then his other, going in an endless cycle of trying to dry his paws. “I’m sorry.” Mad held out the words as he scratched Al’s head, keeping him still as Mare poured the warm water from the cup onto the cat’s body. Al made a growling noise of disapproval, eyes filled with daggers at Mare. 

“Your cat is going to kill me later.” Mare said. 

“He’ll pout, but some of the good kitty treats and cuddles will make it all better.” Mad squirted some soap on his hand and started lathering Al up. “I’m working as fast as I can.” He said when Al made more of that growling sound. 

“When you say the good kitty treats you’re talking about that tube stuff he goes nuts for?” Mare waited until the scrubbing paused before going back to pouring water. 

“Absolutely. I’m going to spoil the hell out of him.” Mad chuckled, continuing to scrub to make sure he got all of the batter out. 

“Like you don’t already do that.” Mare rolled his eyes.

“Someone sounds jealous~” Mad sang his tease. 

“I’m not jealous of a cat.”

“You’re jealous of the spoiling.”

“Maybe a bit,” Mare muttered, his frown turning into a smile when Mad kissed his cheek. 

“We might be able to spoil each other after Al goes to sleep,” Mad spoke softly, a bit of pink showing on his cheeks. 

“I like the sound of that,” Mare said with a grin. 

“Mow.” Al meowed in protest at the conversation. 

“Let me dry you off, and I’ll give you all the kitty treats you can stomach.” Mad grabbed a towel and scooped Al out of the tub, rubbing him with the fluffy fabric. “I can also get the space heater out so we can sit in front of it. Kitty treats and the space heater and cuddles, I know you'll forgive me after all that.” He chuckled when Al was already beginning to purr. 

“Like that cat was ever actually upset at you.” Mare started cleaning the tub while Mad walked out with the still-purring Al. 

“Oh!” Mad peeked his head back into the bathroom. “Want me to turn our show on? Cuddle on the couch while Al warms up?” 

“I would love that.” Mare smiled as Mad’s own got brighter, and he took off. 

[avatarofcats]

✨🫑[NIGHTBRINGER!SATAN x GN!READER] 🫑✨

Word count: 1,343

Tags: slight angst, mentions of blood(not gore), cannon divergence, blossoming feelings, fated lovers(just a smidge), bad language

It was in the way Satan observed you in the first week of you arriving in the Devildom. He’d been pacing around in his room, furious about something he distantly remembered as having something to do with Lucifer, chewing his nails to the point of bleeding, when he spied you through the window pane in the courtyard below. All he could hear was his own aggressive pants as his blood pressure climbed, trying his best to control his spiral as you stooped low to do something. Eyebrows raised, he took a step closer to the window, bleeding fingers coming to rest on the sill as he spotted the cause of your actions. A fat white cat. He snorted, barely composed. That cat had avoided his affections for weeks, there was absolutely no way you were about to come out of this with a new friend. He saw your mouth move, and to his surprise, fat white tilted its head curiously. Then it stretched, slowly padding toward you, before fucking rolling onto its back, and gently pawing up as it allowed you to pet its stomach, unrestrained. Satan lost it then, stepping back in a renewed fury, storming over to his desk. Cats were the one thing he had that the others weren’t interested in, the one thing that not even Lucifer could ruin, and you’d decidedly encroached on his territory. Wildly shaking hands dove through the messy pile of notes, spitting wild curses to himself as he looked for something specific. Ah, found it. He grabbed a wrinkled note with his terrible excuse for handwriting on. He checked it once, twice. If you liked cats so much, then he would trap you as one to teach you a lesson you’d not forget.

He strode purposefully out of his room, slamming the door so hard the wood rocked on its hinges, screaming falling on ignorant ears. Finding you was an easy task, he was simmering just below a pure fury, and his tunnel vision allowed for no distractions as he closed in on your location. You were still none the wiser to his intentions, having settled into a seating position onto the cobblestone, cooing softly as you gave the cutest cat you’d ever seen some attention. You sighed, contentedly. You didn’t feel the ominous presence arrive, not when the front door opened, and then closed quietly. Fat white stirred, cool blue eyes nervously flicking to the source of the noise. You turned, confused, and the black horns set against a light blonde told you who it was as you squinted at Satans figure. He raised a crumpled note, lips open to start talking, when fat white, frightened by the sudden appearance of the wrathful demon, yowled.

He sunk his claws into your wrist, ripping wildly as he attacked you, rolling quickly onto its front to skitter away, a blur as it jumped onto a stone wall, and then up and over the gate, disappearing out of your sight. Satan watched intently as your eyebrows upturned into that of a deep sadness, hand still half flexed in a petting position, deep ruby drops starting to slide down your skin from the wounds, face turning down to stare at the space where fat white once was. He stuttered, the start of the curse still stuck in his throat. The previous insurmountable anger rocking his skull started to ebb, blanketed by the temporary confusion of the situation. You winced, flexing your fingers, and quickly wiped your wrist on your jean pants to stem the tiny cuts adorning your skin from bleeding.

Your gaze resettled on him, and he froze. “Did you need something?” You asked him, and his emerald eyes darted down to his paper once again. He paused, eyes lingering over the written curse, and stuffed it back into his pocket. “No.” He scoffed, dropping himself down onto the step by the front door to regard you curiously. You gazed at him for a second too long for his liking, but when he went to scold you for it, he found himself asking you a different question instead. “You like cats, attendant?” He asked moodily, but due his tone, it sounded like a bored statement. You stood, and looked off in the direction that fat white had presumably retreated too. Taking a moment to think, you hummed. “Yeah, I like them. They’re cute.” You turned, and looked toward the house, at him. To circumvent the way his heart tinged with shame at his original intentions, he tried to continue the conversation with you, albeit poorly. “What, even that one?” He asked incredulously, gesturing a hand rudely toward fat whites escape area. You chuckled at him then, and he felt a confused flush start to settle on the column of his neck. What the fuck were you laughing at? Him? The audacity—

“Especially him.” You said emphatically, and it sent his train of thought crashing. “Why?” He heard himself say, barrels quieter than his thoughts. You gave him a nervous-perhaps even shy smile. “Everything deserves love. It wasn’t conscious for the cat to hurt me, it was afraid. It hurting me shouldn’t change that, not especially when I can see it was reacting from fear. My life hasn’t changed because of it.” You explained yourself, and he furrowed his eyebrows in a deep confusion. “But it hurt you.” He said dumbly, and you smiled. “Yes, it did.” You confirmed. He shook his head, with a frown. “I don’t understand you.” He said bitterly, and he heard your footfall on the old stone as you approached him to go back inside. “It’s alright. Just think about it for a bit. I’ll explain it to you another time.” He swore your voice held a tone of affection for him, but that was impossible. All he’d done since you’d arrived was destroy the house, and make your job of running after him and his ‘brothers’ harder. You spoke of it expertly, as if you were older than your years. Not impossible for another demon, if Satan was honest with himself. He was vaguely surprised with the way he didn’t find your words condescending, but comforting. You moved to walk up the couple of steps he was tucked on to get to the door, and when you stepped onto the same step he dwelled on, he couldn’t help but shoot his hand up, grabbing your shin firmly. You froze at the touch, eyes widening as you looked down at him, and he could feel your pulse pound under his fingers. He gazed up at you, intentions firmly concealed by a frightfully cool gaze. “I intended to curse you. That’s why I came outside.” He stated quietly, words equipped with a hardness to them. You noticed how his grip, already impossibly tight,started to squeeze tighter. He would not allow you free until you provided him with an answer. Your gaze crawled over his features, and he felt like you were searching for something that he feared wasn’t there. “Did you?” You asked softly, trying your best to ignore the dull ache creeping up your calf. He shook his head, almost like a guilty child. The tension between you both was thickening, and Satan’s inexperience in his feelings caused him to fall silent. You paused, hand nervously fluttering at your side, before you reached down, and gently put fingers to his scalp, slowly carding through his hair. “It’s alright.” You forgave him, and somewhere in the recesses of his chest, something weak and gnarled and ugly twinged. He released your leg, jean material scraping pleasantly against his palm, and your hand removed itself from his hair. You stilled, and when he made no effort to continue your conversation, you climbed the short way to the top of the step, and went inside. He remained there on the steps for some time, eyes squeezed shut as his body tried to calm down from your touch. It was in the way that you so calmly forgave him, without malice or discontent. It was in the way that his heart thumped belatedly, the way you shone your light on his misdeeds so honestly. He was powerless.

[larkspurclan]

❂ STARTING LORE / Goldenkit's age: 0 moons

Moon 1 - Greenleaf

"In the beginning, there was fire.

Nobody knew how it started, or where it came from. All they could think about was the heat, the flames, and their clanmates' helpless yowls.

One cat was braver than the others. Their spotted fur covered in ash, they trotted to the edge of the forest. Around them, everything was chaos, but they kept calm. Like a cool breeze, they pressed onward.

Finally, they leapt up onto a tall rock,

and let out a powerful, loud screech, that could surely be heard all the way up in Starclan: THE RAIN WILL COME, AND THE FLAMES WILL BOW BEFORE US!

Just then, the sound of thunder rumbled from the sky. A drop of water hit the ground, followed by another. Rain started showering the meadow, putting out the relentless flames.

Like magic, Larkspur’s started growing from the scorched earth, their purple petals unfolding gracefully.

The spotted cat watched as the once-dead ground came alive again, the vibrant flowers spreading in waves, their roots reaching deep into the soil as if to anchor hope itself.

The clan cats, who had been cowering in fear, began to emerge from their hiding places, eyes wide with wonder.

The flames were fierce, but the rain had saved them. They had survived. And they felt stronger.

As the cats celebrated and frolicked in the rain, with the flowers, the spotted cat jumped down from the rock and walked back into the smoke,

never to be seen again."

“I didn’t like that fairy tale at all! Where did the spotted cat go?”

“That was no ‘fairy tale’, Pumpkinkit. That is how our clan came to be.”

Goldenkit squinted his eyes, trying to see through the blur, as he listened to the two cats squabble. He could only recognize one of them, his father, Rowanburn. Only a big blurry red shape in Goldenkit’s eyes.

The other was a smaller shape, white, with brown specks, that let out a squeaky noise that Goldenkit found very annoying. It was nothing like his father’s voice, which was deep and soothing.

“Right. Sorry. But what happened to the cat who saved us?” Pumpkinkit pressed.

Rowanburn went quiet for a moment, as if he was deep in thought. “It was such a long time ago, Pumpkinkit. No cat can remember. All we can do is look up to the stars, and thank them for their heroism.”

Goldenkit kept listening, as the vibrant rays of the morning sun filtering through the bramble entrance warmed up the nursery. Beside him, his littermates Blazekit and Lightkit snoozed somewhat peacefully. Blazekit's little paws occasionally kicking against Goldenkit's back.

Just then, another cat popped their head inside. Goldenkit immediately recognized the familiar scent, letting out a weak mew instinctively. It was Sunstar. Larkspurclan’s leader, Rowanburn’s mate and what was most important to Goldenkit, Blazekit and Lightkit - their mother.

“I’m so sorry I had to go, my little rays of light… I’ve been so busy this morning!” Sunstar purred in her sweet voice as she curled up next to the three, now whining kits, and Rowanburn.

Pumpkinkit sat alone, off to the side, with a sad glint in her eyes, trying to keep herself busy with a ball of moss.

“Tell me all about it.” Rowanburn said with a smile, giving his mate a few licks behind the ear.

Sunstar started with a deep sigh. “Well, first there was Gravelspot’s warrior ceremony. Which went great,” she said, snuggling closer to the kits. “And then there was that whole thing with Bubblecloud…”

Goldenkit listened to his mother’s ramblings, wondering about all the cats she mentioned. Who were they? Maybe he would meet them all one day.

But right now, he was still a tiny kitten, snuggled next to his family in the nursery, eyelids growing heavy, not a care in the world.

This is love, Goldenkit thought to himself and fell back to sleep.

“Your journey begins, young one. I hope you are ready.”

///

Gravelpaw is granted the name Gravelspot and honored for their insight.

Bubblepaw is granted the name Bubblecloud, and they are now a full medicine cat of the clan.

Bubblecloud is caught outside the clan's territory.

[eternally-sugary]

Fine I shall make the sad cat noise when you don't let your cat in the room and they start yowling because they can't find you and they want to snuggle.

I want you to know i imagined all of this as a very tiny Cyn looking up at me with large wet eyes - Bibi

[femboyclownpierce]

hi hello!! would you write a drabble with danger days cletho and pinapple pizza(cat)? :D

crab i love you. this scene takes place not long after cleo and bdubs initially find etho, as depicted in a stranger's cat.

wc: 754

“Hisssss.”

“Don’t hiss at me, you fucking gremlin!”

“Grrrrr.”

“I’m not giving you—HEY!”

“MROOW!”

You look up from the pistol on your lap for long enough to watch Pizza swat at Zombie Cleo’s hand as they frantically hold their can over their head, a look of terror on their face, and—it’s not funny. It’s really not.

Cleo looks over at you and narrows her eyes. “Etho, your cat’s being a goddamn menace.”

You hum and go back to tugging on wires. You pulled out the battery casing in an attempt to wire this thing to shoot hotter. Pistol wounds only hit the surface, you want to put holes in Dracs.

Pineapple Pizza yowls, and you look up just in time to see him standing on his back legs and reaching for the can in Cleo’s hands.

“Etho, can you—can you do something?!”

You shrug. “I’m kinda busy here.”

They grumble, making eye-contact with the cat. “I’m not giving you my dinner, do you know how long it took to find this many crickets?”

Pizza makes a sad little noise.

“You’re a smart kitty, why don’t you go hunt your own damn dinner?” 

She mewls, sitting back down on all fours and staring pathetically up at Cleo.

“Oohhh, I see how it is, you make your humans do all the work for you, huh? What kind of cat are you raising here, Etho?”

You yelp and almost throw the pistol off your lap—Cleo’s comment made you jump at the exact moment you were putting a wire back, and that tiny, sudden movement was enough for the plastic casing to slice your knuckles. “A very—ow, shit—a very resourceful one.”

Zombie Cleo clicks their tongue. “Obviously. Has he ever had to hunt for his own food?”

You breathe out through your teeth, stretching your hand out and trying to assess if you can keep working tonight. Your knuckles sting, and blood is seeping out and pooling in all the little folds of skin, but you’d hate to leave a half-disassembled pistol in the truck. Pizza turns his head around to look at you, and immediately jumps off Cleo’s lap and trots over to sit by your feet.

“Mrrrp?”

You sigh, patting his head with your not-bleeding hand. “Sure he has, but you’ve got some tasty food right there.”

He tilts his head and paws at your leg, and you offer him your other hand. He sniffs the still-bleeding cuts, and licks one of your knuckles. He makes a sour face, but keeps at it, and you giggle.

“Weirdo.”

Cleo looks at you over the fire, her brows drawn together. “That cat’s mentally disturbed.”

“Uh-huh, always has been,” you reply. 

They quickly start shoving crickets into their mouth, as though Pizza could turn around at any second and steal some, but you like to think you know this cat pretty well—raising a cat since they were too small to even walk does that. Once she seems satisfied that your knuckles are no longer bloody—they still sting when you flex your fingers, but you’ll live—she purrs and jumps onto your lap.

“I think she thinks I’m her momma,” you comment, scratching her little head as she curls up. 

Cleo snorts. “That doesn’t excuse him being an asshole to everyone who isn’t you.”

You shrug. You’ll work more on the pistol tomorrow. “Pizza’s not an asshole, she’s demanding.”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”

“Oh, whatever. He’s my cat, anyway, you don’t have to love him.”

“Love him?!” Cleo spits, “Etho, that thing’s a menace, you think I even like him?!”

You gasp, throwing your hands over Pineapple Pizza’s ears. “Don’t say that in front of her! You’ll hurt her feelings!”

Cleo rolls their eyes. “I don’t think the damn thing has feelings.”

Pizza makes the softest, sweetest little sound as he buries his head in his paws. Cleo’s eyes burn into you as you look down, watching him settle in on your lap. 

“Etho, I’m just going to be blunt, if that cat jumps between my gun and my target—”

They don’t finish their sentence, cut off by the sound of something in the truck falling over and some very B-Double-O sounding noises. Pizza bolts up and leaps off your lap, yowling as he jumps into the truck bed and pushes himself through the half-open back window.

Cleo fixes you with a glare as they stand up. Your throat scratches and hurts as you lean down to grab the pistol again, now decorated with drops of your blood on the white plastic casing.

[saturdaynightlivedork]

Warriors-ify: Peanuts

Shadowstar (formerly Shadowclaw): Black tom with green eyes; leader of PineClan. He is very battle-oriented and daring.

Pansyfur: Blue-and-cream tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes. She is Shadowstar’s deputy and mate. She is very nurturing and is rarely seen without Grayface.

Grayface: Dark gray she-cat with blue eyes. She is quite the braggart and is rarely seen without Pansyfur.

Chanterelleheart: Golden classic tabby tom with blue eyes. He seems to attract bad luck wherever he goes. He is very shy and nervous.

Sheepfur: Black-and-white-patched tom with amber eyes. He is Chanterelleheart’s longtime friend. He doesn’t talk much, but loves to laugh. His hobbies are eating, running wildly through the forest, and cheering other cats up.

Waxpaw/heart: Golden tom with blue eyes. He is Sheepfur’s apprentice. He’s not a good hunter and he gets sad easily, but he always feels braver with his mentor around.

Lavenderpelt: Dark gray she-cat with blue eyes. She gives other cats advice frequently. She has an unrequited crush on Stormfrost. She is the littermate of Lionpelt and the elder sister of Rowanpaw. Apprentice: Sandpaw

Lionpelt: Red mackerel tabby tom with green eyes. One of the two medicine cats of PineClan, he carries around a bundle of moss everywhere he goes. He loves to share the wisdom of StarClan. He is the littermate of Lavenderpelt and the elder brother and mentor of Rowanpaw.

Rowanpaw/pelt: Red tabby tom with blue eyes. He is a daring iconoclast who is very snarky, in sharp contrast to his mentor and elder brother Lionpelt. He is also the younger brother of Lavenderpelt.

Flyleaf: Black tom with yellow eyes. He is the other medicine cat of PineClan. He is rather soft-spoken.

Stormfrost: Blue tom with green eyes. He spends his time yowling, because he loves making noise. He hates it when his admirer Lavenderpelt tries to interrupt him.

Pigeonfang: Gray mackerel tabby tom with golden eyes. He never bothers to groom himself and is proud of being unkempt.

Sandpaw/tail: Golden spotted tabby she-cat with blue eyes. The apprentice of Lavenderpelt, she is much more extroverted than her brother Chanterelleheart. She has an unrequited crush on Lionpelt, even though he’s the medicine cat.

Fritillaryfur: Black-and-orange tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes. She is proud of her long, curly fur, and won’t shut up about it.

Pebbleclaw: Brown mackerel tabby she-cat with green eyes. She is the best fighter in PineClan and is close friends with Martencloud.

Martencloud: Brown classic tabby she-cat with amber eyes. She is shy and has poor vision, but is very wise. She is close friends with Pebbleclaw.

Redfur: Red classic tabby she-cat with green eyes, from a rival Clan. Not much is known about her, but Chanterelleheart has a hopeless crush on her.

In case you were wondering…

(in order)

Shermy, Patty (the bow-wearing Patty), Violet, Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Woodstock, Lucy, Linus, Rerun, Franklin, Schroeder, Pig-Pen, Sally, Frieda, Peppermint Patty, Marcie, the Little Red-Haired Girl.

I might do more characters soon.

[flowerfurry]

when ur upset i think u should be allowed to make a sad little whine noise. like a princess who didn't get the dessert she wanted. as a treat

[rui-drawsbox]

Hello again, it’s me: the menace of your inbox 😎✨🤠✨🐊✨

for curtesies sake I’ll add a read more after I write one sentence of explanation.

I’m too busy to write a fic rn but the brain worms are so intense for Magical Girl Arashi that I will instead write an outline.

I’ll probably try to write em in an episodic fashion cuz like, magical girl anime :D:D✨✨✨

Cool so episode one should serve about three functions.

show how arashi gets her powers

establish the setting and foreshadow future characters

Get the view acquainted with the tone

so here’s how I’d go about it 🥰

Scene one:

Arashi should be in class

its a normal day

a new kid joins the class, it’s Mika

she notes that there’s something odd about him but like, in a comedic way that the audience won’t initially pick up on

he shouldn’t notice her at this point, she’s still a normal girl (still a queen, slay Fr I love her)

However he doesn’t make any friends for most of class and his introduction sounded like a robotic script, also he’s sitting alone, poor murderous baby 😭

anyways she, being the queen that she is, decides to talk to him after class and she gets a whole conversation with him

He doesn’t show it very well but he is happy to have a friend and offers her a bear charm instead of actually confirming that they’re friends (he’s real standoffish at this point so think how he acted to Anzu at first in the first game but like, a bit more tame) (cuz he ain’t allowed to really have friends, he’s just supposed to keep up appearances while Shu finds what he’s after)

School goes on, Arashi has lunch with Ritsu and Leo, we get a passing convo about them going to karaoke later, Leo laments that Izumi won’t go with them and the other two just kind of give him a sad look ig. Cuz he hasn’t gone with them in a really long time cuz he’s “busy” and “not interested in childish things right now” “too much work with ballet” (he’s lying💀✨. We’ll get to that later, I am having numerous thoughts)

School goes on once again and the day ends. Arashi walks home with her friends and they all go their separate ways.

while she is walking alone she hears this awful screeching sound, like a cat that’s super upset. So she, as any good cat mom would, follows it.

she finds a little kitty that’s being chased by these creepy looking Victorian dolls. They have golden strings attached to their feet that seem to trail on the ground as they walk. She doesn’t take much note of them tho. She’s too busy grabbing that cat and getting the hell out of there.

so she takes the cat back to her house and checks the poor baby for injuries. Thankfully the kitty is fine. However, things get a bit funky. (Magic cat.)

The cat puts a paw on her chest (like between her collar bones) and a little jewel mark appears there. Arashi is obviously very confused and concerned but the cat just purrs and meows at her.

She starts questioning the cat but like, ma’am despite the magic, that cat don’t talk. That cat meows, screams, and imitates barking noises to scare other cats. Fucking creature tbh. I love this cat.

also arashi is in her room on her bed btw, and there should be big windows by her bed, also she is on the ground floor. This is important.

so after a few minutes of questioning and getting meows for yes and shaken heads for no, the cat starts yowling and screaming and growling. So arashi is obviously very concerned.

There’s a thump on her window, the cat gets even louder.

she looks out and sees a… doll? Maybe a mannequin? It certainly looks large enough to be a mannequin. Huh, it has more of those gold strings. It’s beating on her window. Huh, wait, why is the window sliding open, FUCK!

Arashi grabs the cat and bolts while this mannequin chases her through the house. She does the smart thing and tries to call the police, there’s no response cuz the lines been cut and the service on her cell phone is out.

She tries to leave the house but each exit is being stalked by a different mannequin. So she runs to the bathroom to lock the door and hide.

(She tried to snap a photo of one of the mannequins btw, just in case she needed proof but when she looks at it later the photo will be obscured and unrecognizable so sucks to suck lmao 💀)

The cat gestures to the gem mark on her chest and tries to communicate with her to touch the mark. She does as the cat communicates and then she transforms. She gazes into the vast universe (the background from your art of her in her super magical girl form) and she sees a sword, a really pretty, majestic sword. She grasps the handle and her transformation starts.

anyways she doesn’t kickass yet, I’m sorry girlboss enjoyers, she ain’t a fighter yet, but she’s real strong and has the urge to kill to defend this kitty. So she wins, but just barely.

She also manages to avoid destroying her house in the process. So good for her. If the house was beaten up when her parents got home they would’ve had a fit.

Anyways the episode ends with her relooking all the doors and windows to her house and wondering what she got herself into with this cat. But the cat is cute so she doesn’t care. Also yes it is her cat from enstars. I love her cat so much.

That’s what I have for a possible episode one for this. I’ve got more ideas but I don’t have time rn. I’ll be back. My Izumi ideas are going crazy rn tbh. I’m gonna have a lot of fun implementing him lmao.

Also hi Rui, I hope you’re having a good day/night :D:D✨✨

my dude is your brain powered by the fukin sun or you are just a genius

anyways i can't possibly add anything to your outline. It's perfect. It was so good that even made me want to animate it and i went to search tutorials to the page i was going to use for my studies this year, and found out it was a scam HAHA

Local high school girl adopts transferred silly man

also what do you think about Arashi, Leo and Ritsu (and sometimes Izumi?) doing dance covers every now and then, i think it would be a good excuse for when she has to outrun the dolls(?)

fuck the twelve principles of animation, all my homies don't know what they're doing

ngl it would be a pretty horrific scenario to be in, lucky she😊!

also have you considered Arashi not knowing how the fuck a sword is used outside movies (and bc those dolls certanly look hard to break lol) and in the dispair uses it like a mf hammer? especially bc it's a real technique and it looks funny

anyways, stars from stock wallpaper, my beloveds

dont tell i dont know how to draw weapons i already know jsfhdkas

And Arashi just 'brushing' all that happend bc the cat is cute is the most magical-shoujo-protagonist thing that she could do lol

anyways im actually more motivated to animate than ever! my friend you just did the perfect first chapter for a series like that ajfads

good night my fellow AU enjoyer! Rui out! *explodes*

[lookbluesoup]

I love my blind cat, but it is both sad and frustrating dealing with him sometimes.

He really likes people, and, being blind, if something is going on he really wants to be involved which means getting greeted by anyone new who comes in, and being close enough to touch you while you’re walking around the house so he can keep track of where you are.

But today my upstairs neighbors are doing something noisy, moving furniture or playing floor is lava I don’t fucking know. It’s confusing my blind cat who seems to think someone else is in MY living room and keeps wandering around in circles there crying for someone to show him where they are.

I’ve carried him over to where I am several times and called him over but he keeps getting drawn away by the noise. So for hours all afternoon I’ve had to listen to him squeaking and then YOWLING in increasingly frustrated volume as whoever else is “here” does not greet him or show him how to find them.

You cannot explain to a blind cat that he is mishearing. And God Forbid I shut the bedroom door so that he can’t go into the living room to begin with.

Here is a picture of my poor noisy offender:

[altocat]

So in regards to catboy Sephiroth, he, at one point, was a kitten. Which means he would have had kitten behavior, like pouncing on things, running around at night, and climbing way too high and needing help to get back down (at least that's how I write him in my fic.)

So how about HC on a tiny toddler Seph who unintentionally gives Hojo hell in the labs?

My version of Seph was really timid, skittish, and shy as a child, BUT I will make an exception for Catboy shenanigans because they're everything.

-Tiny babby kitten Sephiroth. Literal perfection. Literally flawless. Flawless sweet innocent tiny baby. All wobbly and trusting. And Shinra RUINED him.

-During those very brief, early years with Hojo and Gast, Sephiroth genuinely adored both of them, Hojo included. He loves crawling into their laps and demanding to be fussed over, always sitting on the table next to them, always making himself seen, always rubbing up against their hands and demanding attention.

-Sephiroth was not yet afraid of the lab and was absolutely tireless when it came to exploring it. Gast was good at watching him, but Hojo often lost track of exactly where he was whenever he was crawling around. This leads to Sephiroth getting stuck in high places or tangled up in various wires and yowling until Hojo is able to locate him.

-Toys or playtime were only ever a Gast thing. Sephiroth was absolutely RUTHLESS when it came to teething and bit off the heads of several stuffed victims. He also liked spinny ribbons or things that made noises, sneaking up and batting at it before jumping away.

-On the extremely rare occasions he was allowed outside, you bet your ass he was jumping at butterflies. Pupils fully blown, stalking and sneaking up on them. But he wouldn't hurt them. He just liked catching them.

-Falls asleep on Hojo's lap. Dead weight. Sinks in and refuses to let go.

-Teeny baby kitten needed bottle feeding from day one. No momma cat to knead on. 😭 This is starting to sound like a Sarah McLachlan ad.

-Fluffs up after bathing. He floof.

-Sephiroth is a WEIRD toddler. He acts bizarre from time to time, jumping or swatting at nothing, running in a circle, zoomies out of nowhere. Hojo thinks it's UNGODLY annoying. It doesn't help that Seph is constantly chewing and tearing at the reports he works on. He'd put Sephiroth into the other room alone but Seph starts bawling and mewling for him the second the door closes.

-Extremely active at night and often needs several naps over the course of the day. He is mostly confined to his cell, where he zips around the room rearranging the furniture. Bored kitten=Destruction 🔥

-Sephiroth loves sneaking up on Hojo's legs and tackling them. It's the highlight of his day. He follows Hojo around pretty much everywhere and would have loved to rough house until Hojo introduces him to the test subjects to fight. And suddenly, it's not so fun.

-After Gast leaves, kitten days are essentially over. Sad lab cat days now. 😭😭😭

[quietplace26]

Kitty Mayhem au (3)

It was just another normal day in the Izuki household.

Akito was out doing so errands and Mari was taking a nap in her room. As for Kitty!KK and his Kitty!Team, they were having a meeting in the living room.

They were talking about their curse and the fact it might be finally fading away!

It was just a feeling at this point, but both Kitty!KK and his Kitty!Team have been feeling different lately. A sign that maybe the curse was almost over and done with!

Kitty!Erika looks around at the older members and asks how they were going to explain everything to Akito and Mari when they turned back into humans?

Kitty!KK honestly was wondering the same thing...

Kitty!KK suddenly goes still. His Kitty!Team also goes still.

"What's that smell? It smells like something is burning..." Kitty!Erika looks around, trying to locate the smell when they heard yells coming from Mari's room.

The Kitty!Squad all look over to the girl's room, and to their collective horror, see smoke coming from under Mari's door!

"Mari!" Kitty!Erika darts over to the door and starts scratching at it wildly, yowling at the girl inside.

But it was useless, Kitty!Erika and the others were just small cats, they couldn't do anything to help Mari!

Or could they...

Kitty!KK looks down at his tiny paw for a moment. "Maybe..."

He holds out his paw and swipes it down. to his shock, a single etheral weaving line shoots out and damages the door enough for someone human size to crawl through!

"Erika!" Kitty!Rinko shouts as Kitty!Erika darts through the opening and toward Mari, who was coughing on the floor.

Kitty!KK and the rest of the Kitty!Team follows Kitty!Erika's lead and surrounds Mari, nudging her toward the hole in her door.

"Mari! M- *cough* Mari where are you?!" Kitty!KK's ears perk up when he hears Akito's voice. He yowls loudly to get the young man's attention.

Akito, hearing the noise and seeing smoke coming from Mari's room, runs over. He didn't even question why there was a big hole in Mari's door, he just drops to his knees and drags the coughing girl out of her buring room.

Akito, with Mari in his arms and kitties at his heels, runs out his now burning home.

Outside he's greeted by worried neighbours who noticed the fire and first responders who were called by the worried neighbours.

"KK!" Kitty!KK looks to Kitty!Rinko, and to his shock, sees she was glowing faintly. Actually, Kitty!KK and his whole Kitty!Team were glowing!

The curse! It was fading away!

"Shit! We need to leave!" Kitty!KK didn't want to think about how people would react to cats suddenly turning into humans!

"But- but what about Mari and Akito?" Kitty!Erika ears were drooping sadly. She glanced worriedly at Mari, who was now being loaded into an ambulance.

"No time!" Before Kitty!KK and his Kitty!Team could leave, a voice stops them. "Kuro?"

Kitty!KK and his Kitty!Team stiffens, slowly turning around to see Akito staring at them.

Seeing how he had his glowing kitty's attention, Akito gets down on his knees and slowly reaches out to Kitty!KK, petting his head with a thoughtful look on his face.

Kuro... You and your friends... None of you are actually cats, are you?"

Kitty!KK nods, looking away as he curled in on himself.

This was it. Akito was going to hate them...

Kitty!KK lets out a surprised meow when Akito plucks him off the ground and playfully boops his nose. "I'm not mad. Yeah, I would've like to have known you guys weren't really cats, ut you helped saved Mari, so I think that more than makes up for that."

Kitty!Erika moves closer to Akito, placing a tiny paw on his knee and lets out a sad meow when glancing over at the ambulance that was now leaving for the hospital.

Akito smiles weakly, saying Mari was going to fine.

Suddenly, the kitties began to glow a little brighter, proving the curse was almost gone.

Despite wanting to stay in Akito's arms a little longer, Kitty!KK knew it wasn't a good idea. So he squirms until Akito places him back on the ground.

Kitty!KK gives Akito a sad meow before looking away and motioning for his Kitty!Team to follow him.

Before they made it too far, Akito calls out to them. "Will you come back to visit me and Mari?"

Of course they'll come back to visit!

Kitty!KK in particular couldn't wait to come back to see Akito once he was fully human again! He had so much to say, to show! He'll charm Akito like he did as a kitty and win him over again in no time!

[waspandr]

@semplicementerojuro​ asked:

The 3am violin playing commences once again, but this time there are cats singing sadly since he's playing a sad song.

An irritable and quite exhausted Soifon had flopped onto her futon, curling up in the warmth of its sheets and the comfort it offered after a long day. Even the effort to shed her clothing from the day had too much to ask of her, which might've been for the better this night as it seemed her slumber, brief as it had been, was interrupted by the familiar yowls of local feline to the tune of a violin. Her eyes squinted, and she'd sought relief at first from the noise by burying her head beneath the cover of her pillow. It wasn't the greatest, but they couldn't play on all night after all, right?

 ...Right?

Five minutes passed, then ten, and by the fifthteen minute mark, Soifon was up on her feet. A swift yank of the door slamming it open and letting a flurry of kunai fly from the dark depths of her home, aimed towards the source of the commotion, with care to avoid the felines and the hopes of, at the very least, marring her neighbor if not his instrument for the late-night disturbance.