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words-for-cat-bracket · 5 months
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round 5 - week 2 - 1 of 2
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macska (hungarian) vs 猫 (chinese)
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macska /ˈmɒt͡ʃkɒ/
-ka is a diminutive so its sound like it means ""little macs"" - except there's no ""macs"", that word doesn't exist, only macska: little macs, which is very true because all cats are babies.
Macska is just a little switcheroo away from makacs (cs is a single letter in hungarian) which means stubborn which is what cats are C:
猫 (māo) /mɑu̯˥/
It sounds like Meow! Also, Cantonese is a really cool language (that I can definitely not pronounce sadly)
Little ears and a tail 🥺
sounds like meow
BRO ITSLITERALLY THE CAT SOUND IRS LITERLALY WHEN A CAT GOES ""MOW"" ANNSJSYSSHSHSHH
Because it sounds like a cat <3
It sounds like the sound cats make.
māo sounds like the sound a cat makes
this word reads as ""māo"".
real pokemon moment. we chinese really saw a cat, asked it what it wanted to be named as, and then called it that. we even kept the same intonation (the dash over the a) to ensure that everyone else who knew chinese would talk to the cat in the exact same way the cat called to us.
it's got 3 radicals; the left (犭) for quadruped animal, the cap (艹) for grass, and the base (田) for field, like rice fields. that's basically the whole backstory of how we saw and met the cat. the kitty really was just coming in from the grass on his 4 lil paws to our field and introduced themselves as mao. ily cat
if you read the cap and base section only it looks like a cat's face and ears.
every time you want to write the word cat you have to draw them!!! wont you think of a lil babey kitty while drawing them? isn't it beautiful how every time we wanted to write cat in chinese we took the time to depict a cat? decided everyone should know how or what a cat looks like and devoted our time of remembrance to just a leetol creeture?
because it's literally onomatopoeic. the cat is named after the sound it makes (which is so cute)
simple, cute, direct, just like cat
It sounds like a cat sound, and also just really nice. If you interpret the radicals in the unintended way I'm deciding to, the leftmost bit of the character could look like a cat scratching their back on a fencepost behind them, or something. Overall, it is a very cat word
it sounds like cat sounds (cute) and its easy for me to remember as a chinese novice bc it has the same radical as dog and is easy to draw
sounds like the noise cats make. cute
猫 as a character is peak cat! It's been a while since I've been in Chinese school, so bear with me, but the left side uses the claw symbol, which shows it's an animal, and the right side (苗, pronounced miáo) helps explain its pronunciation. 苗 specifically means something along the lines of seedling/young/descendant and isn't really depictive of what it means, but when I was younger, I thought it looked a little like a cat with little ears and whiskers as well. (Chinese cats say ""喵"" (miāo) which ties back to the 苗 symbol as well!) Also, 猫 ""māo"" is kind of pronounced like a meow, which I think should give it bonus points. Overall, 猫 is the peak word for cat! :3
you cannot tell me they are not the perfect word for a kitty cat. they came up to us and introduced themselves, so we decided to call them by the name they call themselves, and in mandarin, we call them ""little māo"" because they are our little meow meows!! they are our babies!! also chinese is Ancient. our writing system goes back like 4000 years!! and we are still using it! i admit we probably weren't calling them 貓 for all these 4000 years but respect your elders! /lh
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catfindr · 1 year
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rippleclan · 5 months
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RippleClan: Moon 16
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The war disrupts Clan routine, forcing everyone to adapt.
[Image ID: Halibutpaw, Graypaw, and Shadowpaw stand on the left with Downstar on the right. Downstar says, “If life wasn’t so chaotic right now, I would put all three of you on trial. But right now, we need you at your best. No more heroics, please. I don’t want to lose another kit.”]
(Halibutpaw: 8, male, warrior apprentice, impulsive, quick witted, lover of stories)
(Graypaw: 8, female, caretaker apprentice, bloodthirsty, careful listener)
(Shadowpaw: 8, male, codekeeper apprentice, adventurous, confident with words)
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Apple Cider has decided to join the Clan!
[Image ID: Apple Cider stands in the center of the screen, saying “Hehe, hi again!” Under her, it says LEVEL UP! APPLE CIDER -> APPLEPELT.]
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There hadn’t been too many skirmishes with AshClan since Downstar’s kits took matters into their own paws, but Oilstripe was still glad Scrubmask led the hunting patrol to the river rather than the border. Carnationspeckle wanted to teach Graypaw how to prepare fish (since Downstar was keeping the apprentices in camp as much as possible), so it was up to the patrol to catch suitable subjects for the lesson. The Great Northern River had turned cold, and Oilstripe shivered whenever the water touched her paws, but she pushed on.
It seemed everyone else in the patrol was far more skilled at fishing than Oilstripe. Burdockpaw surpassed Oilstripe moons prior and now carefully sat on one of the stones jutting out of the river, waiting for fish to bite at the small lure Puddlespeckle built. Scrubmask took to traditional fishing and stared unblinking into the water. Even Locustpaw, freed from their mentor for the day, was totally engrossed in their task and proudly waded through the thinner currents in search of prey. Oilstripe was stuck on a rock near the opposite side of the river without a single piece of prey to show for her time. 
Maybe Oilstripe should take a nap. The river’s hum was quite soothing after all. It reminded her of when she pushed her nest close to Weedfoot and heard her purr in her sleep. There were no ghosts around to bother her and earn weird stares from her younger siblings (she knew cats saw her when she spoke to a visitor, but what could she do?). Oilstripe laid her chin on one paw and closed her eyes as a soft mist dusted her whiskers.
Such rest could not last long, sadly. The gentle crackle of fallen leaves brought Oilstripe to her paws. As she turned, a warm brown figure stepped out of the late afternoon shadows.
“Hehe, hi again!” Apple Cider chirped.
“Oh, hello!” Oilstripe gasped. “I haven’t seen you since the storm last moon! I was worried about you!” She leapt onto the shore beyond RippleClan. Apple Cider’s ears tilted back and they glanced about, unable to lock onto Oilstripe.
“About that…” Apple Cider groaned, whiskers twitching, “my humans were out of the den when the storm hit. They didn’t come back.” Oilstripe’s spine shivered. She knew the storm had been bad; it was never a good sign when spirits of StarClan gathered around like they did by the AshClan border that night, as though waiting for a new friend. Still, she had never imagined the storm was strong enough to kill humans. Humans could build grand ships and had a mastery of wood and tools the Clans had yet to figure out. How could a storm take them from this world?
“I’m sorry,” Oilstripe sighed. “I know kittypets can be close to their humans.”
“I wasn’t that close,” Apple Cider stammered. “I was mostly there to catch mice for them. I figured I could stay in the den for longer, but new humans moved in. I don’t think they like cats.” They rubbed a paw into the wet ground. “I don’t want to live alone. I’m not very good at that. I was wondering if I could hear more about your Clan?”
“Yes!” Oilstripe laughed. “I’d love to talk to you! Come across the river with me.” Oilstripe hopped across the slick rocks, glancing about at Apple Cider at each step of the way. Apple Cider perked up and hurried through the water. The pair caught Burdockpaw’s attention before they got halfway across.
“Oilstripe, why are you letting Apple Cider across the river?” he huffed, placing a paw on his fish.
“She wants to learn about RippleClan!” Oilstripe explained as Scrubmask and Locustpaw joined them.
“I’ve heard others say you’re a little strict,” Apple Cider admitted, eyeing each new cat, “but who knows? You might be fun to live with. Do you have any good stories?”
“That’s a historian’s whole job,” Burdockpaw said, sitting tall. “We remember the Clan’s history and tell it to future generations.”
“Can I do that?” Apple Cider asked with a sparkle in her eyes.
“You don’t know any stories,” Scrubmask said bluntly, looking the warm brown cat up and down.
“Burdock and I can teach her,” Oilstripe said, bridging the gap between Burdockpaw and Apple Cider. “Apple Cider can hunt, and we can teach her how to fight! We need the extra paws!”
“I’m not arguing with you,” Scrubmask said, flicking her ears to the RippleClan side of the river. “We need to talk to Downstar. Let’s collect our prey and return home.”
“Oilstripe, Burdockpaw, Downstar…” Apple Cider hummed as Burdockpaw grabbed his fish. “Those are interesting names!”
“They’re designed to be changed as you grow up,” Oilstripe explained. She led Apple Cider the rest of the way over the river. “When I was born, I was Oilkit. When I was an apprentice, I was Oilpaw. Now I’m Oilstripe!”
“I want a name like that!” Apple Cider chirped, gleefully landing on RippleClan’s shores. “New life, new me! No more human names! Call me Apple… uh, Apple…” The brown cat glanced at the other cats, searching for a suffix. She looked at her own fur, and said, “Applepelt! Call me Applepelt.”
“I like that name,” Oilstripe chuckled. With her Clanmates carrying their catches, Oilstripe walked alongside the Clan’s newest historian all the way home.
(Oilstripe: 20, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)
(Burdockpaw: 10, male, historian apprentice, loyal, interested in Clan history)
(Applepelt: 25, she/they, historian, rebellious, lore keeper)
(Scrubmask: 33, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)
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Halibutpaw is left sore after intense battle training.
[Image ID: Halibutpaw stands in the middle of the screen. Under him, it says + CONDITION: SORE.]
(Halibutpaw: 8, male, warrior apprentice, impulsive, quick witted, lover of stories)
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Eager to help her new Clan, Applepelt runs head-on into a border skirmish and is injured.
[Image ID: Autumnstar leers in the upper left, saying “If you want this land, you have to prove you-” but Applepelt runs up from the right, incoherently screaming. Under them, it says = CONDITION: CAT BITE.]
(Applepelt: 25, she/they, historian, rebellious, lore keeper)
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agentcricket-art · 1 year
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oooooh you want to buy these off of my ko-fi so bad oooh
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helloweenhorror · 7 months
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nahitspatrick · 8 months
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Had the most wonderful day 🖤🍁💀🍂
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sil3ntm0thart · 1 year
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every day i resist the urge to replay miitopia just cuz i dont want to go through getting new jobs again
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soupacool · 1 year
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look at my perfect angel baby right the fuck now
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deathbypufferfish · 1 year
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Having unhinged medical menopause hours on new years eve this is so fetch
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words-for-cat-bracket · 11 months
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round 2 - day 4 - 2 of 8
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brought to you by: apple cider
ngeru (maori) vs gato (portuguese)
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ngeru /ˈŋɛɾu/
Maori is a cool language and not enough people speak it
gato /ˈɡa.tu/
Idk why it should win, but fun fact: at least in Brazil we use Gato as some sort of slang term to define someone beautiful (kinda like the Japanese ikemen) so you can just say that someone is a gato/gata (Portuguese is heavily based on gender)
it is so fun to point at a cat and say gato!!
It's the same word we use to refer to good looking people
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catfindr · 1 year
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rippleclan · 5 months
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RippleClan: Moon 13
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Oilstripe and Burdockpaw run across a kittypet named Apple Cider.
[Image ID: Oilstripe and Burdockpaw face a warm brown tabby on the left of the screen. Under the tabby, it reads ‘NEW PLAYER: APPLE CIDER, 22 MOONS, SHE/THEY, REBELLIOUS, LORE KEEPER’]
“Do you think StarClan really blesses our memories?” Burdockpaw asked as he sniffed the edge of the Great Northern River.
“If they didn’t,” Oilstripe hummed, scanning the water, “do you think we’d be able to remember everything we do?”
“I don’t know,” Burdockpaw grumbled. “Didn’t Fennelspot say something about cats fading in StarClan? If historians remember so much, how come cats fade away?” Oilstripe slashed at the water and snagged a small fish hurrying toward the ocean.
“I’m still figuring that stuff out,” Oilstripe said through her fish.
“How can you be my mentor if you don’t know that stuff?” Burdockpaw huffed. A cheerful meow bounced through the trees on the other side of the river before Oilstripe could put her little brother in his place.
“Hi there!” Oilstripe and Burdockpaw looked over the river. A warm brown tabby stood along the river’s edge, tail high. Green-yellow eyes glimmered in the late afternoon glow.
“Hello?” Oilstripe mewed back hesitantly.
“I believe we’re neighbors now!” the cat yowled. “I’m Apple Cider! My humans moved into the village north of here a few days ago! Do you live out in the southern farms?”
“We’re Clan cats, actually,” Oilstripe explained, sitting politely beside her catch. “My name is Oilstripe. This is my brother, Burdockpaw.”
“You need to stay on that side of the river,” Burdockpaw called. “We can’t have kittypets hunting in our land!”
“Oh ho ho, is that a challenge?” Apple Cider laughed, wiggling their flank.
“We could tell you more if you’re up for a chat,” Oilstripe suggested.
“No, thank you!” Apple Cider chirped. “I’m just saying hello to all the neighborhood cats. We can swap stories another time. Nice to meet you!” With a simple wave of their tail, they trotted upstream, tail swaying behind them.
“There are humans up north?” Burdockpaw asked. “I thought they only lived south by WheatClan.”
“Apparently not,” Oilstripe hummed. “Come on. Let’s go tell Downstar about our new neighbor.” 
(Oilstripe: 17, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)
(Burdockpaw: 6, male, historian apprentice, loyal, interested in Clan history)
(Apple Cider: 22, she/they, kittypet, rebellious, lore keeper)
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Fennelspot couldn’t imagine how boring life would be without a friend like Scrubmask.
[Image ID: Fennelspot follows Scrubmask. Under Fennelspot, it says + PLATONIC LIKE: SCRUBMASK. Under Scrubmask, it says + PLATONIC LIKE: FENNELSPOT]
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Most of RippleClan knew what the other Clans thought of Scrubmask. In their eyes, she was a monotone molly whose pessimistic worldview meant she wasn’t long for RippleClan’s bubbly culture. A lot of that was true; Scrubmask was a steady, slightly sour figure among a Clan of hopefuls. For Fennelspot, though, a sour friend was exactly what he needed.
“If willow bark is so effective,” Scrubmask sighed as she led Fennelspot through the territory, “what’s the point of collecting lettuce?”
“You don’t want to over harvest any one source of medicine,” Fennelspot explained. “Wild lettuce has a stronger sedative property than willow bark. I used some when I amputated Parsley’s tail.”
“Oh,” Scrubmask hummed. “Just tell me what to do, then.” Scrubmask slowed and walked beside Fennelspot with an empty basket dangling off her neck, carefully balanced against her chest. The pair fell into a gentle rhythm as they made their way to the open reaches of the territory by WheatClan. With Scrubmask at Fennelspot’s side, there was a comfort in even the most tedious of tasks.
(Fennelspot: 70, male, cleric,  insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)
(Scrubmask: 30, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)
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orcelito · 11 months
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I went on a war path against the gnats with my bug zapper & subsequently scared the Shit out of June Bug from all the snapping
Sorry girl
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mookybear12404 · 2 years
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The vibes tonight are on POINT
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endcant · 2 years
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kitty cup, all filled with apple-up
which is like ketchup
but it’s made of apples
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petitmortadella · 1 year
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apple cider.
it was okay
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