#genetically hes just a cold brown tabby

[murdermitties]

Stormfur

#stormkit #stormpaw #stormfur #riverclan #tribe of rushing water #<- so tempted not to tag that i hate the tribe and what it stands for #warrior cats #wc #warriors designs #warrior cats designs #so boyo here gets pretty boy privileges cuz i say so #genetically hes just a cold brown tabby #genetically black and carries silver from his mama #in my mind he looks a LOT like crookedstar with some key markings from willowbreeze #such as his face #uuuuh webbed feet like mum and the whole crooked fam line (feather doesnt have those) #accidentally gave him canadien goose vibes with those white cheeks but its cute so

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Lupinefrost

Aliases / Nicknames: Traitor, Bitch, Dirt-for-Brains, The Queen Who Would Not Die, The Unkillable, Road Ghost, Alleyway Phantom, Sweetpea, Sweetie, Honey, Lu, Lula

Gender: female

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: unnamed mother, Beechstar (father), Tartail (former mate), Pinekit, Skykit (sons), unnamed daughters

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Coastclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: killed her abusive mate, low self esteem, likes flowers, genetic Chimera

Number of Victims: 17

Number of Murders: 17

Murder Method: tearing through spinal cord, disemboweling, tearing throat

Known Victims: Tartail, several unnamed toms

Victim Profile: abusive toms, toms that look like Tartail

Cause of Death: ??

Cautionary Tale: tales are told of the Queen Who Would Not Die, to warn toms of what will happen if they hurt their mate

Story:

Lupinefrost had never been particularly bold, and when Tartail suggested that she become his mate, she saw no choice but to agree.

Tartail had shown his true colors after their first kit was born-- a little she-cat with brown tabby fur

Lupinefrost woke one morning to find the waterlogged body of her firstborn beside her, Tartail sitting behind it and glaring at her.

“That wasn’t mine.” He had hissed. “We’re going to try again.”

Reluctantly, Lupinefrost agreed, and, a few months later, they welcomed two beautiful toms with the same tabby fur. Once again, they showed up dead in her nest.

Once again, Tartail insisted that they try again.

This time he stuck to her like his namesake, making sure to pick a fight with any tom who so much as looked at her-- even a couple of she-cats who had been toms-- like her best friend Swantail. He grew more controlling, and when Lupinefrost finally welcomed their kits, only one of whom matched Tartail’s colour, she snapped.

He was asleep, and she had always been bigger and stronger than him, so it was easy to start ripping into him like she would to freshkill.

She only stopped when he looked like a monster had run him over.

Then she took her babies to Swantail. Swantail had merely groomed her and cooed until she stopped crying, then told her that they would make it through this mess together. The two took the two strongest and fled from the camp, leaving the little black and white kit behind.

Over the coming moons, they worked as a team, dispatching abusive toms easily and quickly.

Rumors quickly spread that there was a pair of queens who could not die, and one of the rogues even offered a prize for their heads.

The other rogues delivered, and Lupinefrost found Swantail’s decapitated corpse beside the cold bodies of her kits.

No one knows exactly what happened to Lupinefrost, but every full moon, toms are highly encouraged to be nice to their mates, lest they invite the wrath of Lupinefrost.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​

--Lu is a genetic Chimera, which is why the babies kept coming out with no resemblance

--She’s very shy, despite being Alder-sized

--Her scar is from Tartail (even the misogyny bros won’t save him lmao)

--She’s got abysmal self esteem that she was just starting to fix when she died

--Good for her!

#wc #warriors #lupinefrost #abuse #domestic abuse #tartail #swantail #wcoc #wc oc #warriorsoc #warriors oc #warriorcatsoc #warrior cats oc #warriorcats #warrior cats #dark forest #place of no stars #dark forest oc #dark forest warrior #dark forest resident #fanclan #coastclan

[blueberrypossum]

No One Does It Like You Do Dastardly Danny x oc

Hi everyone! This is another Shiki x Danny fanfic that I loved writing (I love writing fighting scenes and also winter atmospheres because it’s so cozy! So this is Shiki again (because I love writing her it’s so much fun) I hope you guys don’t mind and hopefully you can just place yourself into it! @greaser-wolf and I just love going back and forth with her oc and mine and it’s so much fun and she is just so wonderful! I hope you guys enjoy!!

WARNING: There is usage of inappropriate words and adult themes ( such as sexual content that is pass making out)

(Also I know that the Hidden city doesn’t have a sun or moon or even weather but I want them to have an atmosphere XD )

Word Bank: 

Big Cheese: Big Boss

We’ve been had- Been tricked or deceived.

Yuck- A foolish or stupid person

Music:

You brought your overcoat closer to you as the chilly breeze started to become quicker and snow started to dart through your vision at an easy pace. You tried to start a match between your hooves as you awaited for Danny and the others to investigate the bar, but after each click there was nothing but empty silence of the mountain.

It has been a hot minute since you’ve done a job somewhere this cold, of course it snowed in the Hidden City, but not like this. With your genetics, the cold wouldn’t really bother you, but without harnessing the true potential of your power, you were left shivering under your several layers of clothes. 

The mountain side was gorgeous though, the glistening of the snowbanks shined in the afternoon sun and the yokai’s that lived in the hidden village were enjoying warm beverages and gentle conversations. The white layer under your boots crunched as you continuously moved back and forth to keep warm as your boyfriend was taking a little too long to ask where this polar bear yokai was. 

When you were given the opportunity to go after one of the most psychotic war lords by your boss, you just couldn’t say no. But you weren’t given a team in the progress, so one you told Danny about it, him and the rest of the Mud Dogz created a plan to help you, with a small price to pay as well. 

You were honestly glad that Danny and the others wanted to join you, not only were they your friends, but you couldn’t really trust your teammates in the force. Too bad that Mickey had to do other business and had to sit this one out. 

 You finally spotted the usual purple wearing rat in the distance, his long brown coat flapping behind him as a gust of wind danced into town, two thin figures close behind him as they made their way over. Frost dusted over Danny’s whiskers as he came up to you, his hands rubbing each other under his gloves as Nova and Leonard joined as well. Leonard was the most bundled out of all four of you, his green body shivering under the black coat he wore. 

Nova seemed to be the only one who enjoyed the weather, her nose twitching every time a flake landed on her. 

“Are you actually enjoying this?” The ogre asked, an eyebrow raised as she gave him a sly smile. 

“When you’re this hot the cold never affects you.”

“....”

“I’m kidding! I’m a Mountain Fishing Cat, this is my element.”

You rolled your eyes at Nova’s comment and looked up at Danny, who had curled himself up close to your side for any connection of warmth. 

“Did you find anything out?” You asked him as Nova and Leonard continued to have their fake argument. 

Dastardly Danny shook the excess snow off his shoulders and hat as you watched his breath roll out like a cloud.

“Apparently the Big Cheese is holding up somewhere not far from here, hidden within the mountain,” he said with a low huff, his voice going quiet as a family walked by, their children running around them as they played in the snow. 

 Till’ then we should rent out a nearby cabin, Len said that there is a renting inn nearby.”

You pulled your beanie tighter onto your head as you let out another quiver, the mountain’s thin air starting to get to you. The rat yokai took notice of your sudden chill and unraveled his large coat and then the smaller one he wore under it, his hands gently placing the toasty coat on you. 

“Danny I’m fine-”

“Yes, yes, I know, sugar. But I’m sweating like a hog-”

The look you gave him as you settled the coat on you made him stop in his tracks and an embarrassed look crossed his face and for the first time you actually saw Dan flustered. 

“Uh, I meant..What I meant to say-”

“Ha! Danny actually messed up on a slang. Maybe Leonard will be cheerful for once!” Nova purred as she joined the conversation, Leonard right at her heels as they joined in on the full group. It seemed that the comment struck a nerve in the ogre and he looked down at the feline, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

“Only in your dreams, kitten.”

Woahhhhhhh, where did that come from?

Both you and Danny were in amazement as a dash of red flared against Nova’s face, and it wasn’t from the cold. It was good to see your friend get bashful for once instead of you and you grinned at the sight, taking in the heat and smell from Danny’s jacket. His cologne was trailed with cigarettes and old spice, and the fur that was sewn into the inside rubbed comfortably against your fur. 

Danny placed an apology kiss on your head as Nova and Leonard continued to banter back and forth and you took in the soft texture of his mouth as you sucked in an icy breath.

“Alright you two, we’re burning daylight. Let’s rent a cabin,” you ordered, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the relief that flashed in Nova’s multi-colored eyes as she headed towards one of the wooden signs that showed the option of renting out an isolated cabin, her tail curled against her back. 

“This is gonna be a long weekend.”

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You four were able to rent a two bedroom cabin that was a few miles out and packed your bags into a waiting car that would drive you to the location. Leonard wasn’t the happiest to hear that they could only get two rooms, and commented that he would sleep on the couch, but Nova kept flinging comments that he didn’t want to cuddle with her. 

“We better hope dat’ our room is on the other side of the house,” Danny whispered to you as Nova would turn from her seat from the front to fight back with Leonard. 

“So we don’t hear them?”

Danny shot you a sinister smirk as the arm that was wrapped around you tightened itself. 

“More like they don’t hear us.”

The surprise that surfaced over your face only fueled the rat more as you squirmed in the car seat, the warm air that was blasted throughout the car was no longer nice, but overly steaming. 

The worker checked the cabin for food and cleaning supplies and left instructions if they needed anything. 

The wooden cabin was decorated with lemon and wine, candles and lanterns lit up the shack anda fire crackled in the fireplace. The front door brought you to the living room on the left and the kitchen on the right and the stairs were a few feet away right as you walked in. The only thing upstairs was one of the bedrooms and a door in the kitchen led to the other spare bedroom. After searching you all found that the bathroom was under the stairs. 

“I’m guessing the couple gets the upstairs room?” Nova asked as she took off her coat and placed it on the coat stand by the door. Danny sent the feline a cocky smile as his hand grazed over your lower hip. 

“You betcha.”

 Flustered words came out of your mouth as you moved your bags upstairs, almost tripping your way up to keep Danny’s wandering hands and him also trying to carry your bags.

The only thing upstairs was an open room and an extra bathroom, a large king bed laid up against the wall and furry rugs were enriched onto the wooden floor. Dressers and shelves were dotted around the room and all four of you started to unpack and get yourself settled. You undress yourself down from your layers until you only wear a black long-sleeve shirt with a maroon cardigan and elastic jeans to keep you warm. 

“Ya sure you don’t need help taking off the rest?”

“You know that Nova and Leonard are downstairs, right?”

“They gotta sleep at one point, darling.”

“And so do we!”

You dodged Danny’s hug attack and skipped down the stairs to the sound of light music humming throughout the cabin. A delicious smell had drifted into the air as you made your way to the kitchen and found Nova sitting on the kitchen counter while Leonard was behind the stove, his fingers working on dinner. You barely heard Leonard telling the feline to not get any fur into the food as Danny came up beside you, his body wrapped in grey long-sleeve and work pants. 

The tabby pulled her hair up into a ponytail and continued to read the book in her hands, the cream turtleneck she wore blazed against the fire’s shadow. 

You looked over Leonard’s shoulder and saw the rice, herbs, and sauces that were stirring in the pan while he separated an egg yolk from its whites. 

“So, can all members of the Mud Dogz cook?” You asked as you sat at the island of the kitchen. 

“Mickey is not good at cooking, never ask him to cook for you.”

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“Nah, toots, never eat what that eel cooks up. Not after the meatloaf.”

“Oh don’t even remind me of that day! My stomach still doesn’t sit right after that.”

A confused laugh escaped your mouth as the ogre continued to make dinner, Nova handing him ingredients that he needed while flipping through her book. The melody that came from the bluetooth speaker from the living room swayed into the kitchen, and the cozy and friendly atmosphere made you loosened up as the conversation continued on without you, your body heading to the fridge in search of milk. 

The scent of dinner floated around as you dug through the cabinets, Nova moving over when you came around the area she sat. You finally found the hot chocolate packets as Leonard had just finished up the meal, the steam rising from the mixture of rice, vegetables, and potato chips made your stomach growl with hunger. 

You set the ingredients you were gathering aside as you four enjoyed the dinner, the cooked egg and spice made your cheeks spill with warmth. There were a few comments thrown here and there, such as going over the plan and what they were gonna do with the money. Your main concern was just getting the guy, Shia Albright, and he was on the top list of criminals for a reason; you just hoped that you and your friends could handle the polar bear yokai. 

Apparently your concern was noted because a hand under the table was placed over your thigh. 

You looked down and watched as Danny gave your leg a squeeze of reinsurance, his nails digging into the fabric. 

It had been several months dating Danny, and you were surprised that it was the most love and happiness you’ve had in a long while. Even with his open book personality, there was still a lot more to uncover from the rat yokai. It was pleasing to learn from Danny, to give him the chance he had been fighting for since the beginning. He was very open to you, with how he felt, what he wanted to do with you. And of course it made you squeal with exhilaration, but you both kept things slow. You were still a cop, and he was still a thief. 

After dinner, Nova and Danny did the dishes while you started to make the hot chocolate. Your hooves worked carefully to boil the milk and then get out the whipping cream, happy to find that they also bought the chocolate syrup you had placed on the shopping list.

“You are so washing that pot afterwards,” Nova commented, her paws drying themselves on a cloth after placing the dishes in the drying rack. 

“With how good it’ll taste, you’ll be licking the pan clean,” you joked back, pouring the creamy liquid into multiple cups before decorating them with the heavy cream and dark liquid. You found a platter to carry the drinks and you brought them over to the living room, Leonard was in one of the chairs, Danny on the couch, and Nova on the floor. Each of them gave you their own thank you as you let them grab a mug off the tray, leaving it on the floor as you got comfortable next to Danny, your legs curling up to you.

The soft guitar played in the background as snow drifted outside, Nova flipping her nails through her book, Leonard going over the plans notes in his hands, and Danny was holding you tight, one hand held the drink and the other held you. And within the guitar strings and the casual crackle of the fire, the dread that was growing on you was almost unnoticeable. Almost. 

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The summit air was brutal against your fur as you and your group headed up to the hidden factory, your boots making deep imprints in the white ground. 

The plan was simple, you had your laser and taser gun, and once you and Danny found the opportunity to get Shia, you would pounce while Leonard and Nova went after the gold they had been mining for in the factory, a lightness spell to carry it was placed on the bag the ogre carried. 

It almost seemed that it didn’t matter how many coverings you wore, the winter hands reached around into your body and gripped every nerve ending. 

Nova was the only one up ahead, her long legs carrying her easily through the snow as she led up to one of the broken areas of the factory; Leonard had scouted out in the blueprints, the metal and scrap of the building being torn away as if a large animal bit into it. The tabby hopped over one of the uprooted pieces of metal and plummeted into the darkness below and you followed, your feet landing harshly on the metal floor as the boys followed, the only light being seen was a glow stick, the orange glow outlining you and everyone else. 

The feline handed Leonard the light stick as he pulled out the layout of the workshop, his footprints leaving weak imprints of snow on the black floor. You tried to flick a flame between your hooves, but all you got was the snapping echo of the aftermath. Ever since the run-in with your dad a month ago, your powers seemed to bury themselves into your body, where you couldn’t even feel the swirling ball of warmth that usually danced in your veins. It almost made you feel useless in situations like this, when the group needed fire, it just seemed like you weren’t the match for it to light. 

But your feelings were gonna have to wait as you heard the slightest pitter patter against the metal and you pushed your friends up against the wall in a swift move. One of Shia’s guards walked slowly by, his body decked out in warm armor and a gun was strapped against his chest. The male yokai strolled down the hallway, the flicker of his flashlight slowly dying out and the staircase went silent. 

Once the cost was clear, Leonard turned to Danny and handed him a copy of the map.

 “Alright, once you have him, meet up at the F2 tower, he should be in his office,” Leonard ordered, even with being in an isolated area, his breath still collected in front of him.

Danny took the extra map and you eyed it at his side. Shia’s office was up several floors, and you both knew that there would be groups of henchmen on lookout. But, with stealth and silence, you and Danny could make it up there effortlessly. 

“Stay safe you two,” Nova purred quietly and her and the ogre dashed into the shadows, the only sign of them ever being there was the leftover snow from their bodies drifting off. 

You rolled your shoulders as your biceps tensed under the cotton shirt and Danny turned around and handed you the map. 

“Lead the way, toots.”

A grin leveled on your face as you took the map and started the walk up the first flight of stairs, your boots eagerly carrying you up, Danny right at your heels. You ran into your first guard at the third floor, the husky yokai let out a yelp of surprise before your fist came into contact with his snout, and then your knee into stomach, and with one single swipe you had your taser in his chest, a loud thud vibrated against your feet as he made contact with the ground. 

The next flight had you and Danny taking out multiple guys, both of you darting between crates and mining equipment and you took out yokai’s with your taser and Danny took his fair share out with a knocking out technique. 

After minutes of fighting and sneaking around, you both finally made it the top and final floor, the staircase leading straight to Shia’s office. 

The hallway that looped to the office was long and dark, the only sound the mirrored around was the old factory settling to its age. Dastardly was flanking you as your fingers grazed over the metal door, the bitterness of the cold traveled from the metal to the inside of your glove. The door was already unlocked from its handle and you pushed it open, the unholy light that dripped out of the room pooling over you like water. 

You pointed your gun through the doorway and you took in the large office. The room was cold and white fur littered the ground as you continued further in, Danny’s tail curled in dread as you got closer to the large office chair, the end of the laser gun pushing the leather seat to the side. 

No one was there, nothing was there except a half done cigar that sat in an ashtray. Your small brows furrowed in confusion as you placed the gun back in the holster on your thigh as your hands started to dart around his desk. 

“He’s...he’s schedule said that he would be here, if he’s not here, then where is he?” You asked out loud. The office had large windows and Danny peaked his head out to watch the soldiers quickly dart around, his arms crossing in question. 

You searched his drawers and file cabinets for any information, but even if you did find anything, you still wouldn’t have him in chains. 

And then the door slammed shut and the sound of a blockade over it blasted through the cracks. 

“Well dat ain’t good,” Danny grunted and the sound of hushed orders and then a slow, irritable ticking clicked throughout the room. Your ears snapped with the rhythm and then the sound of gunfire was heard in the distance. 

The clicking was getting faster, and with all the yokai’s running away…

“We’ve been had!”

Danny grabbed your hand and raced over to the furthest window on the left, his hand taking hold of your laser pistol and shot through the clear material until the glass shattered into falling pieces, like icicles hanging off the side of a house. There was a torn edge that led over to a large scissor lift and your boots scrapped over the broken glass, the grey outer layer held your stance steady as the beating of the hidden bombs continued. 

“Ladies first!” The rat exclaimed as you both looked at the jump ahead. You sent him a hot glare but got ready and pushed off, one of the blasts from the concealed bombs went off and the heat waved knocked you forward and you landed hard against the platform, the pop in your shoulder caused a grunt to escape your throat. 

You got up and looked up at Danny, whose figure was still against the window frame, the blast of the bomb sooted the side of his body. 

“Alright, your turn!” You screamed up at him and then let out a wail as the scissor lift groaned under you and the metal bars started to creak under the new weight.

The rat took a step back and with a graceful leap he landed right next to you, his hand instantly pulled the level on the side just as the rest of the bombs started to go off one by one. He blocked his body over you as flying debris exploded around you in a ray of black and orange. The impact of the blast knocked both of you over, sending Danny sliding next you and over the side. 

“Danny!”

The hanging platform whined as the weight was shifted over to one side and you scooted over to the ledge, your hand gripping Danny’s wrist before his claws slipped from the ledge. His mass was nothing you were used to, but you were used to him being on your back, not over the side of a dangerous overhang that could collapse any minute. The metal shafting and room was groaning with pain as the pillars and other rooms started to fall apart due to the explosion.

You pulled your other hand around him and stood up, your boosts digging into the black outline of the scissor lift as you brought him back up and before he could thank you the ramp gave way and dropped towards the first level. 

Curse words sprinted out of both of your mouths as you held onto the sides as the platform crashed into the floor, sending you both rolling to the opposite side as the destroyed roof rammed into the scissor lift once it hit the bottom. 

A fit of coughs lashed out of your mouth as the dust swirled around you, the light creaking of broken metal and fire ringing in your ears as your name was called out. 

“Shiki?! Shiki!”

You pushed yourself up and hissed at the small cuts and bruises that were scattered over your body, but you counted your blessings to find no major injuries. The rat’s voice continued to vibrate against the splintered mess.

“Danny?! Are you alright?!” You called to him and then took several steps back as more debris gave way, taking you further away from the wreck and Danny. His voice became muffled and you just had to tell yourself that he was fine, that you needed to meet him and the others at the tower. 

Hateful tears sprang in the corner of your eyes as you made your way through the factory, your legs dodging small piles of flames as you started to recognize the area you were in. Of course this plan had failed, this mob boss knew everything about everyone, and he wanted to make sure that the death of you would be a prime example to not go after him. That only gave you more rage, more strength to go after him as you crawled through a small hole created by shattered mining equipment. 

You reached for the door in front of you until two forms crashed through it, your body flattening itself against the wall as the two balls of fur ripped each other apart. A cat-like yowl came from one of the forms and you recognized the winter outfit that was torn from battle. 

“Nova?!”

The cat then swiped her claws across the wolf yokai’s face that made him let go of her. She pushed herself against the wall and used the hard surface to kick the yokai into one of the multiple holes that lead into the mines, his terrifying howls haunting the rocky surface. 

Nova turned to you with an astonished expression, a cut on her head bleeding a trail down her face.

“Are you okay? Where’s Leonard?”

“We got seperated, but he has the gold. What about Danny? And Shia?”

“This was a setup! They knew we were coming.”

Nova frowned as you both started to look for another way out, her tail whizzing back and forth like a strip of rope. 

“This wasn’t a setup, another revival gang showed up. Apparently that dumb polar bear thought that he would make his hideout into a trap so he can get rid of them.”

It felt wrong but joy pulsed through your body as you found a torn apart wall that led outside, the light snowfall was now a blizzarding storm. If Shia was fighting against a rival group, then he didn’t know that an officer was here, and you could still get the jump on him. 

The feline started to proceed over to the watchtower F2 but you grabbed her hand and tugged on it. 

“We can still get Shia! He’ll be so distracted that he won’t see us coming!”

Nova’s eyes flashed down to you and then over to the tower, her left ear flicking with concentration along with her tongue licking off the excess blood from the corner of her mouth. 

“Alright, if we can find him under ten minutes.”

You led in the opposite direction and towards one of the gaping holes of the mines, the echoes of gunfire and battle cries filled your ears like music.    

The snowstorm was slowly getting worse, the petals now turned into sharp splinters as your vision started to get covered with white. The crunch under your combat boots was barely heard and you could barely feel the metal pathway that was under you, your covered hands holding onto the side as a large gust of wind tried to push you over. The bellow’s of the yokai’s started to get louder and with one flick of your thin ear, you were spinning around to push Nova out of the way from a hidden attacker. 

“Look out!”

The female snow leopard leapt onto you, her claws shredding out of her gloves and into your coat and a low hiss growed out of her white throat. Your hooves wacked into her nose as you pressed yourself further into the railing and with the yokai’s extra burden of weight the rusted pipes gave way and folded over, taking you and the henchmen with you. 

“Shiki!” Nova called for you but it was barely heard as you and the snow leopard rolled through the snow and down the slope, away from the factory and the watchtower. Even with the smooth snow to impact your tumble, the frozen floor underneath still stabbed itself into you as you both came to a sliding halt. 

Your body was freezing now, the cold hands of winter grasping over your form and it took all your strength to raise yourself up. Far from the factory, you and the female snow leopard had landed over a frozen lake, ice holding your weight easily as the war around you continued. Not far from the lake were several military vans and henchmen shooting bullets and arrows at two hidden figures behind separate crates.  

“Danny! Leonard!”

The two yokai turned at the sound of their names and spotted you. Leonard had a few cuts scrapped over his body and his shirt was torn while Danny was covered in more soot than before and his hat was gone, but both seemed relatively fine. When the rat caught sight of you, a gust of comfort filled his hollow lungs to see that you were still breathing. His hand planted against the crate he was behind to get up but he instantly lunged back down when more ammo was shot at him. 

You made a step towards him but a blur of chalk pounced for you out from nothingness, her claws tearing up the ice surface like nails against a chalkboard. You dodged a swipe from her and then a kick with your hands, your hands going for the laser pistol from your thigh but the flexible feline broke it out of your grip, the weapon skating over the frozen water.

Jeez! Is every cat yokai like this? 

She drove you further into the middle of the lake, your boots having trouble keeping friction over the slippery exterior while the snow leopard didn’t wear any form of shoe except for her pants connecting with the middle of her paws, but it kept her upright as she continued to chase you. 

Nova, if you can hear me right now, know that you and I are having a fighting session once this all over! 

The woman jumped for you and you swiftly moved to the side, and with one kick of your foot it sent the leopard back to the bank of the lake, her face going straight into a pile of snow near the battle Danny and Leonard were in. You couldn’t help but smirk at the small victory, but a pair of azure eyes poked from the heap of white, fury marking the snow leopard’s face as she looked around. 

Near her was a minecart filled of pickaxes and safety hats and her paws swaddled one of the weapons, a wicked smile on her face as she neared the lake once again and with one hit she stabbed the axe into the frozen glass and millions of broken cracks surfaced and the watery hell took you down. 

“SHIKI!” 

Danny was on his feet as you disappeared into dark liquid, the clumps of ice drifted around the spot you had fallen into. Leonard was by his side now and as the rat started to race towards the lake, the ogre tackled him and rolled them both behind a tree as the polar bear’s henchmen started to make their way closer. 

“Are you crazy?! You can’t survive that temperature! You’ll also die before you get there!”

“Get off of me you bloody yuck! She will drown!”

Before Danny was going to elbow his friend right in the jaw, a pair of legs jogged right past them and they glanced up to see Nova racing towards the half-ruined lake, her arms quickly working off her two layers of coats and her cream turtleneck until her grey thermal showed. She then hopped over the snow leopard yokai and took the pickaxe from her grey paws, her momentum slamming the ax into the shattered ice until a large enough hole was created and the Mountain Fishing cat jumped in without another thought. 

“What is wrong with these girls?!” Leonard exclaimed as he let Danny go and knocked out a guy who came too close, his fingers taking control of the rifle the henchmen had in his talons. 

Danny could hardly hear the leader as he searched over the lake, trying to find your figure drifting in the cold liquid. 

He had never felt fear like this, as if he was the one drowning instead of you. He ignored the ongoing dogfight around him as every second that ticked by felt like lifetimes. With how shattered the pool of water was, the rat yokai saw how strong and recentless the current was underneath, the tide pushing up against anything it could get its grasp on. Including you. 

And then him and Leonard saw it. It was barely visible but a white paw came crashing out of the ice on the other side of the lake, the enlarged nails broke into the ice like an anchor and created long marks as the creature heaved itself out. 

Danny felt his friend next to him lose his breath as Nova broke the surface, water droplets falling down her hair and fur as she pulled herself out of the water, and in her arms was a waterlogged you, steam rolling off both of you as your friend dragged you out. 

 The men didn’t have to have sonic hearing to hear the feline’s grunts as she dragged you over to the shore, Nova’s paws working on your chest as she performed CPR. 

Danny’s body hurdled into action as he stole the gun out of Leonard’s hands and shot at the criminals crowding them, his dead-eye like aim taking out over four before he started to haul ass over to you and Nova, not even giving Leonard a heads up as the black-haired stared dumbfounded at the rat before joining the retreat. 

You couldn’t hear anything, you couldn’t taste or see anything, all you felt was the cold. It violated you and suffocated you as you felt the water slush around in your lungs. And then the pressure, something or someone was placing pressure on your filled lungs to the point your chest couldn’t take it anymore and you perked up, your head turning over to vomit up the lake water you had swallowed. 

You could barely open your eyes as you tried to take in your surroundings, but it was so cold, why was it so cold?

“Shiki! Shiki are you alright?!”

A bubbly groan came out of your waterlogged throat and you thought to yourself that you would never drink water again and that you hated winter. Your head was exposed to the elements and you realize that your beanie was gone. 

Your dark eyes were able to open to peer up, the flakes of snow coating your eyelashes. Nova was soaked leaning over you, her fur drooped with the soggy water and her whiskers started to become white. But another figure was coming into your vision and as you tried to warn your friend, all that came out was a backbreaking shiver. 

The cat then let out a cry as she was grabbed and tossed to the only unbroken part of the lake and all you could do was watch in horror as the snow leopard started to attack your friend, nothing protecting Nova except her thin thermal shirt and her own wits. 

Nov...Nova,” you shivered out and your hand reached up as the evil leopard took a hold of Nova’s neck and slammed her into the ice, the fragile solid breaking under her. Hands were wrapped around you now and your freezing hand went for your taser but the familiar and tender scent of Danny wafted your senses. 

“Dann...Danny?”

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here.”

“No..Nova needs..”

“Leonard has it handled, we need to get ya outta here.”

The yokai lifted you up easily, the crisp drops of water that fell from your clothes barely made it to the ground as they froze. Even with your head making contact with the rat’s soft fur, it was almost nothing against your frozen skin and stiff fur. 

As your boyfriend carried you deeper into the woods, you turned your head and spotted Leonard and Nova not far behind, the bitter color of crimson dripped from Nova’s claws and Leonard’s hands. 

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You all four made it back to the cabin in one piece and Nova was quick on getting her boots off and looking over at you. 

“Danny, I need you to go and take off her clothes.”

“I’m sorry? What?”

“Because if she sits in those wet clothes she’ll get hypothermia! And then she can die! So take her upstairs and get her undressed and in a new pair of clothes!”

You could tell Nova was panicking, when her voice rose over and past a joking manner you knew she was nervous and you could hear her dive into the kitchen and started to search. You wanted to argue that you were fine, but you found no power behind your muscles and all you could do was give a little cry of pain as your body was pounded with the cold. 

When Danny made it up to your room he sat you on the bathroom floor and started to derope you. His fingers scrambled over the black coat, and then the green overcoat, the maroon cardigan and then your black sweater was all off. You were cold to the touch and your brown fur was dyed to a darker oak. Even with the cold layers off of you your body reacted violently against it and your arms wrapped around yourself. Danny felt his heart shatter like the lake that consumed you and placed a small kiss on the top of your head, as if he was afraid you would break with just one touch. 

You had to help him take off the two layers of pants you wore until you laid almost nude in front of him and the harsh flush of warmth crossed your face, but it just made you feel a lot more sicker. The rat saw the temperature in your face change and he got up and to your dresser, not one flash of emotion came across his face as he headed a new outfit for you. 

“You got this, call if ya need me,” he whispered silently to you and then left the bathroom and leaned against the wall next to you. 

You couldn’t but try to roll your eyes as you tried to ease your bra off. Even in a life or death situation he was still going to be a gentleman towards you. It was hard though, the cold undergarment clinged into you like glue and it took you several minutes to even get both of them off. You threw the wet clothes aside and placed the ones Danny had handed you and the cotton grey long-sleeve and black leggings under sweatpants were on after drying yourself off. 

You could still feel the sickness trying to settle on you and a sneeze blew out of your face. 

“Gesundheit.”

“You..you speak german?”

“And french, if you’re catching my drift.”

A laugh curled out of your throat but it came out in a fit of coughs. From the restroom you heard Nova call for Danny and his light footsteps drifted away from the room and down the stairs. 

Nova and Leonard were in new clothes and the only evidence of Nova falling into the lake was the dampness in her fur and the silent shiver that drove through her body every few minutes. 

“Okay, keep her warm and under blankets. No placing her in hot water either.”

“Rag-a-muffin, why are ya telling me this?”

“Leonard is coming with me to find elderberries, it will help make a beverage that will make her feel better and push away any case of fever. But you need to bring her temperature up.”

“And how am I supposed to do dat’?”

“You’re her boyfriend, figure it out.” The feline joked and slammed the front door. 

Danny, for the first time in his life, felt an awkward hotness in his stomach as he headed up the stairs to find you curled up in the bed, the vicious shakes that erupted under the sheets made your boyfriend worry, and then Nova’s words came in mind. 

The snowfall had slowed down to a gentle delay and the cabin was sprinkled with the light sugar. Danny started the fireplace that was settled in your room, his calloused hands throwing the pieces of firewood into the hungry flame.

His frame floated over to your trembling form and joined you under the blankets, his hands wrapping around you and you instantly curled into his chest, your hooves digging into his back as you tried to absorb every ounce of warmth he had to offer. A rough chuckle vibrated against your head and you buried yourself into his exposed chest fur. Danny placed a soft kiss on your head, and then your cheeks, and then the tip of your snout, and he waved his hand under your chin to look up at him and he kissed you. 

The contact from his lips sent a jolt of fire into your throat and you took in the kiss with every pint of strength you had left. But when his body jostled to where he was hovering over you, one hand holding himself up next to your head and the other holding your head up to meet his, you realized the eagerness behind each kiss and release. 

His body was over you now, his legs tangled with yours as you sunk further into the mattress, his fingers playing with the tufts of fur behind your head as you felt your heart rate pick up rapid speed.  Your hooves held onto his back as he continued to tease you with each feverish kiss, with each touch over your curves and muscle. And as he peppered kisses up your jawline and near your ear, a growl full of R’s rolled into your eardrum.

You instantly had to close your legs as your very core was rocked and you no longer felt cold as heat traced itself throughout your body. He had never growled to you before, especially rolling his R’s like that. This man always had something under his sleeve, but at this moment, you couldn’t think straight, as if every peck of his mouth and the hands that advanced over you made you braindead. The keenness in his movements as his snout started to make its way down your neck created a moan out of your mouth, your voice raspy and needy. 

Another hust growl went against your throat and you shivered, and your heart bounced in your ribcage when you realized that it wasn’t from the cold, and that this male was going to heat you up like a oven. His hands were slowly riding up your shirt, his nails tenderly digging into your fur and his thumb doing slow and taunting circles under your chest. 

He was teasing you and you squirmed under his hold, but a feather-like moan popped out of your mouth as his teeth grazed your throat and shoulder.

“Danny,” you breathed out and you felt the mammal over you tense up and he stopped, a savage-like look in his eyes as he took in the shameless sight of you. The redness was peaking out of your fur and your chest heaved with pressure and he took a large notice with how your legs were crossed. 

“Say it, doll.”

You knew what he wanted you to say, you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. 

“Please.”

He was on you like a cat on a mouse, his large build practically swallowing you whole as he took full control. The rat was a sucker for you, almost like a kid in a candy store, wanting to have every single bite. He effortlessly started to mark you as his, the small little squeals that started to rise into the house made his blood pump and you were pushing up against him now, chestnut fur flushed against oak fur as you both tried to get closer to each other. His hands were fully under your shirt now and your neck was covered in small little black spots, all perfectly lined up as the rim of his mouth went for the hollow of your throat and your spine bending to give him full access to your body. 

You honestly didn’t care if Leonard and Nova came back early, the heat that rushed through you like water through a pipe was almost too much to bear and you felt himself bump up against you and a heartful gasp came out. 

Oh gosh he was too much for you, the senses he spiked within your body was a remedy you never thought you needed. 

His warm hands felt good against your chest and you groaned into his mouth, his own vocals sending a growl in return. You were sweating now as you escaped to get a breath of air and you could feel the hot pants from Danny as he left more love marks on you, much lower than your neck. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet and your tail wiggled with ecstasy as his hands spread your legs apart so he could get closer, his large mitts now explored your back and your rump. 

You both were burning under the blanket and the fire felt like nothing against your heated fur, you felt like you could be rubbing up against the sun for all you know. 

Danny had you pressed against the headboard now, and every vibration from your thighs or your arms when he touched you made him want you more, he desired you more. The hunger and ache he had for you was beyond unbearable and having you to himself without work or anyone getting in the way was paradise. 

The bruises under your skin ached but Danny’s hands were gentle over the purple areas and he was gentle with you and... The emotion that roared in your heart was stabbing you, pinching at your lungs as you continued to kiss Danny, his tongue sneaking its way into your mouth and you gladly accepted it. And between the kisses and the cries of pleasure that was spilling out both your mouths, you let out the holy words that he had wanted to hear from you since the day you started dating.

“I love you, Dan.”

The male rat stopped in his tracks and looked down at you, surprise spinning in his eyes as he looked down at you and you swore you saw his eyes flash with heartache. You were so out his league, he would always believe that you were better off without him. You wouldn’t have to worry about your job, you wouldn’t have to stress over the idea of being caught with him, but you stayed with him, you cared for him, and now you loved him.

His hand caressed your cheek and you were practically putty in his hands as he said against your mouth. 

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

And he told you that over and over as he undressed you once again.

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The next morning was hard to wake up too. You woke up the burning glint of the sun over the snow and you went to roll over but you were held as if prisoner. Strong arms were around you and soft snoring was brushed up against your back. Flashes of last night danced through your head and the heat between your legs started to flicker again. You unraveled yourself from his hold and placed his forgotten long-sleeve shirt over yourself and your sweatpants and headed downstairs. 

It was quiet in the lodge and there was no sign of Leonard on the couch, you walked over to Nova’s door and the shocked gasp couldn’t stop itself as you saw the ogre curled up with the feline, her body rolled up in a ball next to his sleeping figure. 

You could only imagine the awkwardness once one of them woke up and you tiptoed back to the kitchen to find a wine-colored drink on the counter with a note. 

“Dear Shiki, drink this once you wake up, but by how the cabin was shaking and how you were hollering like you were dying, I’m guessing you might not need this ;). Love, Nova”

Humiliation rolled in your stomach as you took a few sips of the drink, your fist pounding against your chest once you realized that it was an alcoholic beverage. You would give anything to just have a cup of coffee. 

You headed back upstairs and for a split second, you remembered why you were truly here. Shia had gotten away, and even though it was a successful heist, it was a failure of a bounty hunt. You felt shame hit you as you failed your mission to get the polar bear. But once you made it up the stairs and saw Danny laying in the spot you had been sleeping in and his hand hanging off the side of the bed as if going after you, waiting for you. 

It might’ve been a failure of a job, but you won something today, you won him. 

And as you opened up the blankets and let his arms once again entrap you, you felt like the only thing you failed at was not telling him sooner.

#rottmnt #rottmnt mud dogs x reader #rottmnt mud dogz #rottmnt mud dogs #rottmnt dastardly danny #rottmnt dastardly danny x reader #rottmnt danny x reader #rottmnt loathsome leonard #tmnt #rottmnt reader x mud dogz

[themissinglynx]

A while back, I made a WC world where the fanclans (which are 100+ members each) are constantly threatened by monsters. This is an AU placed in that world. It includes accurate genetics and a traditional naming style (know that wildlife from all temperate forest/plains biomes are able to be used as prefixes). A thing to note about the culture of these clans is the wardens, cats of any given rank (warrior, messenger, healer, seer, etc) who are trained to fight the monsters. Upon finishing their training, they are given a suffix with a more metaphorical meaning. Most clan members have a body part as a suffix. Through only their name, one can discern the appearance of a cat, their greatest characteristic, and their rank.

This first cat here is Moonflower, interpreted as a blue lynx point with white-spotting. Her dad was a blue point and her mom was a blue and white tabby with her own father being a point. Her genotype is something along the lines of: oo (no red) - BB (black) - dd (diluted) - Aa (tabby) - TmTm (mackerel) - Ww (some white) - cscs (siamese point). Her blue eyes are caused by her pointism and her pink nose is due to the white around her muzzle.

Since she’s a pointed cat, she was born white, earning her the name Cloudkit. Her warrior suffix -belly was given due to her motherly nature. She first married Stormtail and had one kit from that, Bluekit. Stormtail divorced her after Bluekit’s birth, and she needed time to recover from the divorce. A few years after Bluepaw’s apprenticeship, Cloudbelly married her childhood friend, who just returned from training in the Guard, Goldenthorn (Sunstar). Within their first year of marriage, they bore Bluefur’s half-sister, Snowkit. Cloudbelly lived beyond her canon death and was able to watch her grandchildren be born and some of them grow. She sadly died of a monster attack in her village, which also took the lives of Pebblekit (Mosskit) and Snowfur. Her grandchildren are Stonetree, Mistwind, Pebblekit, and Whitepad.

This second cat here is Goosefeather, interpreted rather closely to canon. He’s a blue tabby with white-spotting. His genotype is something like this: o (no red) - BB (black) - dd (diluted) - Aa (tabby) - TmTm (mackerel) - Ww (some white) - Ccs (normal coloring). He has amber eyes, but could’ve had anything from green to hazel to yellow or even gold (although it’s hard to draw differences between amber, yellow, and gold). His nose is split between gray and pink because of the mixing of pelt colors there.

Goosekit’s prefix was given in reference to the Greylag goose, though many who hear his name first think he’ll be brown or black in reference to the Canadian goose. His potential as a seer was noted by his predecessor, Icepelt (Cloudberry), who encouraged him in that direction. While training, he possessed an innate sense of the will of the gods, earning for himself the -maw suffix. Shortly after earning his full name, he started gaining awful nightmares he could only interpret as visions from the gods. As a result, he doesn’t sleep often and has become somewhat stressed from his horrific nightmares. If he were fully human, his hair would grow prematurely gray at 20-something because of how stressed he is. He’s the oracle for the gods and the spiritual leader of his clan! And the gods have decided to curse (or possibly bless?) him with these possible visions and the greater expanse of civilization’s enemy. He took an apprentice in Spottedpaw for the seer position, but froze to death on one especially cold winter night before he could fully train her. He maintained good relationships with his nieces (especially Bluetuft, she often looked to him for spiritual guidance), one healer from his colony, Fogface (Featherwhisker), and Murkstorm (Yellowfang).

Also, I’m gonna be putting this up on my DA in a while! Go check it out! It’s the same username in the signature.

#goosefeather #moonflower #goosemaw #cloudbelly #warrior cats #warrior cats au #fanclan #beware gooses tail for it is a weapon #also his staff #that skull is one of a draconic monster #probably serpentine in nature #and i based clouds body type off my moms #love you mom

[tobelongtheseries]

Things With Teeth

“To Belong” Writing Contest Entry Written by: Kristen M.

Anderson’s heart nearly stopped the moment they entered the study lounge.  Sitting against the far wall, curled carefully into a corner, was a Kodiak grizzly.  He had only ever seen pictures of one before and they didn’t do this living creature justice.  Their teeth gleamed yellow and pointed under a strip of leathery gum, and sharp claws dragged against the thinning carpet.  As he stared, their nose twitched.  The stare of a hunter’s beady eyes pinned him down. 

Reflexively, Anderson shifted into cat form and turned into a puffball of fear.  Failing to climb the doorpost, he settled for slinking under a nearby table.  He waited in terror for the monster at the other end of the room to eat him.   Nothing happened.  

Confused, he risked a peek around the table leg.  The bear hadn’t moved.  Sure, they were still watching him, but they didn’t seem ready to swallow him whole.  The large predator merely blinked, made a few snuffling sounds and bent their massive head around their middle like a giant dog.  A strange hand reached out from the depths of the fur, patting their side.  

“Hey!  You okay under there?”  He jump-started again and hit his head on the bottom of the table.  A glance to the side told him Matt had joined him under the table.  His prim stance and the amused gleam in his dark beady eyes was Anderson’s exact counterpoint.  Only the twitch in his Resident Assistant’s bushy red tail indicated his annoyance.  

“N…nnnot really.  Is that….that bear still there?”

Matt sighed, and the tail-twitching intensified.  “Yes, Eden is still there.  And neither of you are leaving this room until you’ve given her a proper hello.

“Wha…are you insane!?  Have you actually seen those teeth?  She’ll tear me to shreds as soon as I get close!” the tabby whispered intensely.  

“No, she won’t.  Trust me, Andi, I’ve known her for two years now.  There’s literally no way she’s going to attack you.  Sure, she gets opinionated sometimes, but she prefers to fight with words, not her claws.  Besides, she’s likely more afraid of you than you are of her.” 

“Really?  Why?”

Before the panda could answer that question, however, a mop of brown curls barged into the space under the couch.  It tipped back to revel a bright freckled face, amplified through horn-rimmed glasses.  “I like to whisper too.” It said cheerily.  

The two smaller animals dashed out from under the couch amid the woman’s laughter.  Anderson reverted to human form and leaned against the wall, wheezing.  Seriously, what was with all the jump scares tonight?  If he got wound up any tighter he would just be one giant corkscrew.  After getting enough oxygen into his lungs, he looked down to find the woman (Claudette, according to Matt) was short enough to make him bend over to talk to him.  His next furtive glance to the corner told him the bear…Eden still hadn’t moved.  Actually, she seemed to have sunk even further into the corner of the lounge, absently turning pages in her textbook with a claw.  It might have been his imagination, but she seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking at him.  He was fine with that, of course.  It just didn’t seem right, somehow.  

“Hey, I know you!” Claudette’s shout snapped Anderson’s attention back.  

“You’re that guy from that thing!”

Matt rolled his eyes.  “Oh, yeah, that’s SO specific, Claudie.”

“No, hold on, I’ve got this.” The brunette’s face screwed up with concentration, then snapped back to smiling with a gasp.  “Dragons! You’re the guy at Institute who was trying to convince everyone that dragon shifters could actually have existed once.  You were really convincing, I thought.  I mean, I’m not sure I could look a dragon straight in the eye, like, right now, but still they could have been a medieval thing, you know?”

Anderson relaxed slightly.  Even in the midst of panic, he was always ready to talk dragons.  “Yeah, that’s me.  The Crazy Dragon Guy.  And really, they could still be a modern thing.  We have Komodo dragons in Asia, and I hear there’s a resurgence of direwolves up in Norway.  

“What does that have to do with dragons?”

“Duh!  It shows that ancient forms can and will resurface in the right conditions.  All we have to do is wait for the Oswald team to finish cracking the shifting genome, and we might be able to manipulate it, maybe find a way to bring a dragon out.  In a controlled, restrained environment, of course.  No way I’d get that close to…”

“No way.”

The new voice could only have come from one source.  Two pairs of human eyes and one pair of pandas watched as Eden shook her head sharply.  She would not look away from her book, but the shadow of annoyance that skimmed through her eyes chilled Anderson to the bone.  

Claudette didn’t look phased.  “’No way’ what, E?”

The grizzly responded with only a whining sound.    

“Oh no, girl. You don’t get to walk away from this one.  They already use living blood and tissue donors for the genome experiments; how is this any different?  Besides, think of the discoveries, and the sight of a real live dragon breathing fire on a…”

“The only thing that dragon would be breathing fire into would be a reinforced tube in a bunker deep underground somewhere.  It would not be allowed to properly be a dragon, or have any kind of quality of life other than endless rounds of testing.”  The grizzly pushed itself off the ground, shifting into a tall woman with soulful eyes and a mane of red hair.  She fixed Anderson in a neutral yet cold stare.  “Surely you don’t think taking samples from willing donors for research is the same as genetically bringing to life an independently thinking being and forcing them to go through impossible tests just to prove a whim of your own.”

“Wow.” Matt blinked.  “That might be the longest sentence I’ve ever heard you say, Eden.”  

Eden half-smiled at him, then turned her attention back to Anderson.  “Before designing an experiment, please consider ALL the ethics involved.  In the meantime, why don’t you concentrate on something less destructive, like your art?”

The world decided to stop spinning.  Anderson’s jaw dropped.  “My…art?’ Eden looked away sheepishly.  “I walked past you in the library a few days ago.  You were drawing.  You’re a fantastic artist.”  The half-smile became a full one as Eden took a few steps closer.  “And best of all, art can make anything you imagine regardless of it’s actual existence.  So no maimed dragons.” Slowly time started again, but Anderson couldn’t bring himself to move.  The trouble was, the longer he stared, the more Eden drew back in on herself.  Looking away, she stammered a sorry and started backing up to her book.  

“No, wait! It’s…it’s okay.  It’s just that no one has ever liked my drawings before and to be honest they’re not really that good no matter how hard I work at them.  I’m…glad you liked it.”

“Oh” Eden said quietly.  “It’s alright.  I shouldn’t have peeked.  And you’re welcome.”

“Would you like to see some more?  I mean, if you want to.  I know we just met and all…”

Eden looked back up, the smile almost reappearing.  Taking that as a yes, he got the sketchbook out of his bag and the four crowded around it.  Eden slipped in next to the artist himself, admiring quietly.   Her smile was bigger now.  The idea that her teeth just might be more pointed than his failed to enter his mind.  

#fanfic #fanfiction #to belong #contest #contest 6

[funnycutcats]

American Curl: All You Should Know

American Curl: All You Should Know

One of the more interesting discoveries of the year 1981 was that of a pair of stray kittens with outward-curling ears. The kittens appeared on the doorstep of Grace and Joe Ruga, who eventually coaxed the young cats inside. One kitten ran away after being injured accidentally, but the other, named Shulamith by the Rugas, remained and became the matriarch of a new breed. In 1983 Shulamith and two of her grandchildren were exhibited at a Palm Springs, California cat show. By 1993 the Cat Fanciers’ Association had recognized the aptly-named American Curl.

American Curl 1981

What a seminal year was 1981. The black-footed ferret turned out not to be extinct; a group of Chinese scientists cloned the first fish, a golden carp; the IBM personal computer and the artificial sweetener aspartame were introduced to American culture; researchers determined that primates with testes that are large relative their owner’s size tend to be promiscuous; the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention discovered the AIDS virus; and a pair of stray, adolescent kittens with peculiar-looking ears showed up on the front doorstep of Joe and Grace Ruga’s condominium in Lakewood, California.

Parenthetical Expressions of American Curl Cat

Grace Ruga was 20 years old and seven months pregnant that day in June when the wayfaring kittens arrived at her condo. One was a black female with long hair. Her traveling companion, a black-and-white with a somewhat shorter coat, was presumed to be her litter sister. Ruga was not aware of the kittens’ presence until her husband, Joe, 24, who had discovered them outside after arriving home from work, told her about the youngsters and their unusual ears. Instead of standing upright the ears on these kittens curled inward, inclining toward each other like parentheses.

After telling Grace about the kittens, Joe suggested that even though they looked thin, it would not be a good idea to feed them. Grace set out some food and milk anyway. Not surprisingly the kittens were still there the next day, much like stray, hungry kittens have hovered near the dwellings of people who feed them since cats were first domesticated in Egypt 2,500 years ago. Once again Grace set out food for the kittens. This time she talked to them a while and was able to pet them. Before you could say, “I thought I asked you not to feed those kittens,” they had been invited inside.

A Shut-and-Open Case

Each night for about a week the kittens visited the Rugas, always asking to be let out after the evening’s pleasantries had concluded. One night as the Rugas were opening the door for the kittens, an errant blast of wind snatched the door and slammed in on the black-and-white kitten’s head, injuring her severely. No doubt confused, the kittens raced off and rebuffed the Rugas’ attempts to help them.

For the next few days the kittens remained in the area, but would not allow the Rugas to get too close; then, without preamble, the black kitten appeared at the front door, asking to come inside. When the door was opened, she marched over to Joe Ruga and climbed onto his shoulder. She never asked to go outside again. Considering her devotion to her black-and-white sister, the Rugas concluded that the latter must have died. They called their new cat Shulamith, a name they understood to be a variation on a Hebrew word that meant “black but comely.”

Paternity Suits

Shulamith’s newfound devotion to condo and hearth must have suffered at least one breach of security, for, on December 12, 1981, she delivered a litter of four kittens. Grace Ruga has written that those kittens were a black and white, a brown tabby, a lynx point, and a solid black. Other observers have written that the kittens’ father was a local boulevardier named Mr. Grey. Without going into enough genetic detail to bore anyone, we will simply observe that if Mr. Grey was entirely gray, not a gray tabby or a gray and white or a gray tabby and white, he couldn’t have been the father of the black-and-white or the brown-tabby kitten or, most likely, of the lynx point either. But what’s a little dual or multiple paternity among friends? The important fact about Shulamith’s litter is this: When the kittens were four days old, their ears began to mimic their mothers’ parenthetical bent.

Like 99.9-and-then-some percent of the American population, Joe and Grace Ruga were unschooled in the ways of the cat fancy. They assumed, therefore, that curled ears were not unique to Shulamith, her offspring or he recently departed sister. Indeed, Nature’s fondness for pranks being what it is, there probably had been other cats with curled ears born at other times in the history of the universe, but as of December 12, 1981, no one had recorded their names, much less thought that this particular genetic anomaly was the basis for launching a new breed of cat. After studying a number of pedigreed cat books, however, and not finding anything that resembled Shulamith and company, the Rugas began entertaining those very thoughts. As Grace Ruga later told the Los Angeles Times, “We wanted ordinary people like ourselves to be able to have a cat like this and show them.”

Making Ends Meat

1983 turned out to be another seminal year. The Apple corporation introduced the mouse and pull-down menus to computing; the first successful human-embryo transfers were performed; scientists working with a yeast created an artificial chromosome, and Nancy Kiester saw her first curled-ear cats.

Kiester, who owned a meat market, was one of the ordinary people whom Grace Ruga wanted to empower vis-a-vis owning and showing a curled-ear cat. One of Kiester’s clients was Ruga’s sister, Esther Brimelow, of Orange, California. Ruga had sent Shulamith’s brown-tabby kitten, a longhair female named Mercedes, to live with Brimelow. Kiester met Mercedes and her kittens in June of 1983 while making a delivery to Brimelow’s house.

“When I chanced upon Mercedes with her litter,” said Kiester, “I was hooked.” Two months later Brimelow gave Kiester a pair of curl kittens: a longhair, brown-mackerel-tabby female, which Kiester’s children named Princess Leah, and her short hair, brown-spotted-tabby litter brother, whom the children named, what else? Master Luke.

If Nancy Kiester had been hooked by curls when she first saw Mercedes, by the time she got her kittens she “had gone cat crazy,” she said. “What had been a flash of an idea had become a steady, burning desire to see this new breed established.”

Shortly after she had gotten her kittens, Kiester, who had bred and shown Australian shepherds for a time, read an article about Scottish folds in the Orange County Register. If folds, whose signature, downward-bending ears are the result of a genetic mutation, had achieved pedigreed status, why couldn’t there be room in the cat fancy for another cat whose ears are the product of a genetic misdial? She called Grace Ruga, and they decided to put Shulamith and her grandchildren Luke and Leah on exhibition at a cat show in Palm Springs, California, on October 23. This would be the first show for all concerned.

No Purebreds Need to Apply

The response to the curled-ear cats’ debut “was warm and wonderful,” Kiester wrote the following year. “Since then Joe, Grace and I have attended a number of shows; and with the help of a very dear and knowledgeable breeder of Scottish folds, Jean Grimm, we established a proposed breed standard (see sidebar).” They also settled upon a name for this new breed — the American Curl.

Most significant of all, they decided that the only allowable outcrosses for curls would be non-pedigreed domestic cats that approximated the curl’s breed standard, which had been written with Shulamith in mind. By eliminating pedigreed cats from participation in this project the foremothers and fathers of the American curl wisely maximized genetic diversity in their cats and minimized the chances of perpetuating the sort of inherited diseases that plague some existing breeds.

Despite the “warm and wonderful” reception given curls at shows, Kiester thought at first that it would be a cold day in Southern California before they were accepted for championship competition. She told the Portland Oregonian in September 1984 that acceptance by the Cat Fanciers’ Association (CFA), the largest of the many cat-registering bodies in North America, was probably 10 years in the future. She was off by a year. CFA recognized curls in 1993. Within six months of her prediction, however, The International Cat Association (TICA) accepted curls for registration, and in September 1985, TICA granted curls championship status. Never before or since has a breed of cat climbed the charts so quickly. Not quite five years had elapsed between the birth of the first curl litter and the breed’s enshrinement as a pedigreed variety.

“I think,” enthused the late TICA judge Don Shaw at the time, “that the American curl is the most exciting event that has happened in the cat fancy in recent years.”

For her part, Grace Ruga saw a higher purpose in the curl’s success. “God created the cats,” she declared. “We’re just the press agents for them.”

The Building Code of Américan Curl Cats

But for its unique ears, there is no cat that more resembles the alley cats and barn cats with whom we are so familiar than does the American Curl. And for good reason. Shulamith, the matriarch of this breed, was a free-roaming, black longhair of mixed and unknown heritage, and the pedigrees of all American curls must lead to Shulamith. What’s more, the persons who framed the American curl breed standard decreed that only non-pedigreed cats could be used in curl breeding programs — a restriction that will be phased out in 2010, after which only curls or their straight-ear relatives may be used to perpetuate this breed.

The American curl has a rectangular body that is, ideally, one and one-half times as long as the cat is tall at the shoulder. Not too torqued and not too flabby, the curl should exhibit a medium depth of chest and flank. The curl’s head, temperately longer than it is wide, forms a modified wedge without flat planes. The nose, too, is somewhat longer than it is wide; the eyes are moderately large and walnut- shaped, oval on top, round on the bottom, and set on a slight angle.

The curl’s ears, moderately large and set as much on the top as on the side of the head, should exhibit no less than a 90-degree arc of curl and no more than a 180-degree arc. The ear cartilage is firm from the base of the ear to a distance of at least 1/3 of the ear’s height. Wide and open at the base, the ears should curve back in a smooth arc. The ear tips are rounded and flexible.

Curls are available with semi-long or short hair. Longhair curls have fine, silky, flat-lying coats with minimal undercoats. The coat on a shorthair curl is also fine, silky and flat-lying.

Personality Profile of American Curl Cat

American curl fanciers report that curls are “very people oriented” and that they “delight in bumping heads with their owners or new human acquaintances.” In addition, curls are intelligent, even-tempered, adoptable cats that adjust diligently to “almost any situation” and to other animals as well.

Traits

In its February 10, 1990, edition Science News reported, “In analyzing data on 81 [American curl] litters (383 kittens), Roy Robinson of the St. Stephens Road Nursery in London, England, has confirmed that the ear-curling gene is autosomal dominant. That means any cat with even one copy of the gene will show the trait.”

Autosomal indicates that the gene causing a cat’s ears to curl is carried on a nonsex chromosome. A sex chromosome, since you asked, is one that is inherited differently in males and females and “is the seat of factors governing the inheritance of various sex-linked and sex-limited characters.” Dominant also means that if a cat with one copy of the curl gene (i.e., a cat that is said to be heterozygous for the curl trait) is bred to a straight-ear cat, half the kittens, on average, will have curled ears. If two heterozygous curls are bred together, three-quarters of the kittens, again on average, will have curled ears; and one of those three kittens will be homozygous for curled ears (i.e., will possess two copies for the curl gene). Homozygous curls, in addition to being free of the skeletal deformities that bedevil homozygous Scottish folds and the myriad of problems that afflict homozygous Manx, will produce nothing but curled-ear kittens no matter what the arrangement of the ears on the cats to whom they are bred.

When curls are born, their ears are straight. Within two to 10 days the ears of kittens that are going to curl begin to show that inclination. As a kitten is maturing, its ears will gradually curl and uncurl in varying degrees and are not permanently set until the kitten is roughly 4 months of age.

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Ok, so.. this is like REALLY old. And when I mean REALLY old, I mean like five years old so just bare with me, ok?? And just so you know, this post is going to be really long and will have two parts to it. The first part is going to be about the designs you see above. They’re old and will all be re-done in the second half of the post so that they’re somewhat (mainly Spiritstar & Tigerrose) genetically correct. Because of how long this is, please click on the ‘keep reading’ thing.

Part One - Old Designs + Info

Snowy

Snowy. A snow white she-cat with green eyes and a red collar. I never really got in deep with her personality or history because she never played a part in the roleplay/story that the other ones (not including the Raven, Lily or Hawk) did.

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Unknown tom and the father of Icestar. He’ll be touched on more in the second half. Like with Snowy and the other ones at the top of the image, I never really gave him much thought until recently so, yea.

Icestar

Originally known just as Ice, her “backstory” is available in this youtube video. She’s a white she-cat with blue eyes and a very loving personality. She’s fair, kind, gentle and very motherly to all those within her Clan. She started out as a kittypet, but then received a prophecy from StarClan (mainly Firestar).

Raven

Jet black tom with purple eyes. Just don’t say anything, k? Just don’t. I know. Cats can’t have purple eyes, but I was into the whole ‘I don’t care. I’ll do what I want’ phase while in HS, so yea. If I had to give him a personality to go with this design, he’d probably be really cold-hearted and easily angered.

Lily

Solid brown she-cat with white underbelly, chest, and two back paws with blue eyes. She would probably be a really kind and loving she-cat who always wanted to just love and protect her kits.

Spiritstar

He was originally known as Spirit and before I got into the whole ‘lets make most of my ocs genetically possible!!’ thing, he was the spitting image of his father- jet black with purple eyes. Before receiving the same prophecy as Icestar, he was a gentle and loving tom, but then the thought of power went to his head and he abandoned his family e. e

Hawk

Brown tabby tom with blue eyes. Doesn’t really have a personality and is one of those ‘absent-father’ types.

Tigerrose

Tigerrose is one of my most precious characters and I just love her to death. She is a dark brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes. She also has a youtube video of her (I had issues, ok? lol). She is the medicine cat in her half brother’s Clan. She is very kind and loving, but isn’t afraid to put her foot down when necessary. She’s actually the reason I wanted to make this post!!

Frostfire

Frostfire was supposed to be the spitting image of her mother while her sister, Sparrowheart, was supposed to be the spitting image of their father. Frostfire, along with Icestar, Tigerrose and some of my other Warrior Cat characters are actually some of my oldest WC characters and they all hold a special spot in my heart. Frostfire is gentle, wise, loving, honest and trustful but she is very cautious around outsiders.

Sparrowheart

Sparrowheart is not my character. Therefore, I cannot really say much about her other than she was supposed to be the spitting image of her father. Sparrowheart belongs to Lyokni.

Part Two - New Designs + Info

Snowy

I’m actually leaving her design the same except her eye color. Her eyes are being changed to a orange color. If I had to give her a design underneath all her white, it would be a blue spotted tabby bi-color with orange eyes. Her collar is going from red to a nice shade of hot pink.

Thistle

Icestar’s father. I actually gave him a name. He, unlike his mate and child, has never been a kittypet but rather a rogue since the day he was born. He is an albino tom with blue eyes. Thistle is a gentle, loving, loyal and a little overprotective. His gentle and loving personality traits are mostly seen when he is around Snowy and he is very protective of her- never leaving her side when she leaves her Twoleg nest. However, he is very loyal to his mate and all those who are his friends.

Icestar

Her design stays the same, but like her mother, if I had to give her a design underneath her coat, it would probably be the same as her mother- blue spotted tabby bi-color. Her personality also stays the same.

Raven

Still the same - except the eyes. A jet black tom with (now) copper eyes. Seeing as he is a kittypet, I’m going to make his breed be the Bombay breed as it fits his appearance perfectly. He’s still cold-hearted, easily angered, a total dick and a very aggressive kittypet. His collar has gone from blue to red.

Lily

Lily has gone from being a solid brown and white she-cat with blue eyes to being a dark brown tabby bi-color she-cat with bright, amber eyes. If I had to give her a breed, she would probably be a Siberian. She is still a loving and kind she-cat who loves to just protect and coddle her kits.

Mudstar (formerly Spiritstar)

Because boy kitties get all their coloring from their mothers, Mudstar has gone from being a jet black tom like his father to a dark brown tabby tom with white chest, underbelly, toes, muzzle and tail tip with amber eyes. His personality isn’t changing- he’s still going to be the same personality wise.

Hawk

Hawk is still a dark brown spotted tabby, but I’m going to be adding some white to him so that Tigerrose’s eye color is possible. His white spotting is going to be number 6 from the blue box located here. He’s still an absent father, but when he is around, he’s very loving.

Tigerrose

Tigerrose is still a dark brown tabby. However, she has been changed to look like this;

Her personality is the same- kind, loving, wise, gentle but not afraid to stand her ground when necessary.

Frostfire

Frostfire’s appearance stays the same, much like her mothers. Her design underneath all her white would probably be the same as her mothers- Blue spotted tabby bi-color she-cat with blue eyes. Her personality also stays the same.

Sparrowheart

Like I said earlier in this post, I can’t really say anything about Sparrowheart as I don’t own her, but I do remember that she had been redesigned previously but I no longer remember what she looked like.

Oh yes.. finally done with this post. I know it’s long and if you stuck with me until the end of this post, I’d be happy to give you a cookie <3 If you have any questions about the characters mentioned above (minus Sparrowheart), please don’t hesitate to send me an ask! I’d be happy to answer it!!

@mizzshy I told you this was going to be long omg

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