#ginger tomcat

[of-fur-and-fangs]

Big yawn

#catblr #cat #petblr #cats #orange cat #ginger cat #ginger tom #ginger tomcat #kitty #big yawn

[onbearfeet]

Tonight's small joy: I petted and fussed over this 19-pound handsome boy until he purred, which is something he rarely does when I visit him. He was purring when I took this.

#og marty mccat #not my cat #i just scritch him when he lets me #orange cat #ginger tomcat #marmalade cat #he tries to boss the dog but the dog is just a little too thick to understamd so far

[thomasinathecat]

Smells like Fall 🍁

#tumblrcat #cutecat #cat #tomcat #orange tabby #ginger tabby #cats of tumblr

[tilldeathdousart]

My ginger tom 🐈🧡

#tilldeathdousart #mine #cat #Simba #tomcat #ginger tom #ginger cat #kitten #tabby cat #tabby #ginger tabby #furbaby #crazy cat lady #cats pics #cats are life #cats are cute #cat lover

[viridesco]

my parents' new cats are incessantly cuddly, every time I sit down they're like

#personal #I love them to pieces #even if having another ginger tomcat in the house is v weird after my old cat

[suparhythm]

Isabella's Guardian: Horatio's Pawsome Adventure

Act I: Horatio the Dodger – A Tale of Audacity and Alleyway Wisdom I, Horatio Barnaby Whiskers, the illegitimate son of a noble Persian tomcat and a common alley cat, am a creature of contradictions. Born in the squalor of a London back alley, my lineage, a blend of regality and gutter, set me on a path of adventure and self-discovery. My earliest memories are a kaleidoscope of sights, sounds,…

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#a ginger tabby named Calic #a young girl named Isabella #am a creature of contradictions. Born in the #Horatio Barnaby Whiskers #I #Isabella #Lord Reginald #My mother #the illegitimate son of a noble Persian tomcat and a common alley cat #Under Blackjack&039;s tutelage

[cupofbahama]

You know he ate a bug

#cat #Tommy Bahama #ginger cat #ol tomcat

[fernclans]

MOON 07. (part 2) (tw; blood, mentions of trauma, descriptions of injury, death??? )

Starring: Dashpaw (BuddingClan), Cliffstripe (BuddingClan), Amberpaw (BuddingClan), Flippaw (BuddingClan)

Dashpaw paced the camp back and forth, tail twitching anxiously behind him. In a small dip within the earth, Amberpaw lay crowded in a nest with three kittens resting beside her, relishing in her warmth. Beyond them, the moon crept slowly over the rolling hills tauntingly reminding the group of the passage of time.

“You’ll tread a hole into the ground if you keep that up all night.” Amberpaw chided playfully, concern showing in her eyes. “I’m worried about her too, but you won't be able to go with Cliffstripe and look for her if you wear yourself out here.”

Dashpaw grumbles something under his breath while he finishes another lap. He knows that she’s right; all he was doing was tiring himself out, even now he could feel his limbs begging for a break. He’d been up and moving since before sunfall, and if he had it his way he’d not stop until way after moonhigh and Flippaw was home.

“What was that?” The long-furred molly could tell by the way the tomcat stopped in his tracks that he was starting to take her words to mind.

“I said ‘yes Amberstar, whatever you say.’” He heaves a dramatic sigh while he turns around again to face her, lugging himself to the grass nearby and collapsing into it. “Better?” His eyes creep open just enough to watch the molly roll her eyes before finally allowing the smile to join him.

Cliffstripe seemed to have taken notice from his perch atop the Echoed Stones and descends from its vantage; though it was unlikely Flippaw would be finding her way home that night, it was even more unlikely that he himself would do the same after he’d been caught in the jaws of the beast, and so he took up watch once the kits had settled.

“They’re too young to talk, right?” The ginger tom asks, sitting down beside Dashpaw and looking at the litter nestled within Amberpaw’s fur. “Do they understand… you know.” In spite of being the eldest, Cliffstripe knew the least about kits, not having interacted with them much before taking up their care after the pack.

“That their parent is dead?” Dashpaw meows bluntly, saying what Cliffstripe felt unable to. He apparently notices the uneasy expressions of his clanmates and turns away from them. “What? We’re orphans too. Better to just be honest about it.”

There’s silence for a moment before Amberpaw speaks again. “No, you’re right. And no, I don’t think they understand- not really. I think they’re confused that their parent isn’t here, but I don’t think they realize they won't be coming back.” She frowns, amber gaze casting towards the three kittens dozing peacefully within her plumed tail.

Cliffstripe hangs on the uncomfortable silence before turning away from the kits and to Dashpaw. “You said you were in the outer-fields when you were attacked-- do you remember what direction Flippaw ran?”

Dashpaw furrows his brow, thinking hard before answering. “West. Towards the mountains.”

“Right. So we’ll head north-west from camp and start our search there.” Getting to his paws, Cliffstripe leans forward and stretches with his whole body. “In that case, I think it’s time we head out, don’t you?”

The brown and white tabby pulls himself from the cool grass and flexes his claws into the dirt. “I thought you’d never ask.”

---

The night's chill sliced at the two cats' fur as they ran, the clear open sky above them allowed for the cosmos to illuminate the fields; something Dashpaw hoped was a good omen from StarClan. 

With the wind carried a stale scent of blood and wolf, a stark reminder of their mission’s severity. Was Flippaw still alive? Could she have escaped a wolf all by herself? The task seemed to require a lion’s strength, but perhaps a cat’s cunning could be enough if she played her cards correctly.

Wordlessly, the toms followed the wolf's stench, the hair on their backs raising the stronger it grew. When Dashpaw looks to Cliffstripe, he can’t help but find himself reassured by the determined expression which remained on his scarred face. If he who had seen the beast's maw so intimately could be so resolute, so sure they were doing this right, then who was he to act otherwise.

“Stay low,” Cliffstripe meowed, dropping his elbows and strutting forward in a confident creep like a cat in the pursuit of a bird unaware. “Wolves are much taller than us, they can see farther in the tall grass than we can. The closer to the ground we can stay, the safer we’ll be.”

Dashpaw follows suit, his brow heavy in concentration. “You don’t think it’s still nearby, do you?”

“I… I don’t think so, but we can’t be too safe.”

When a more fresh scent of blood started to overtake the old scent of wolf, Dashpaw could feel his heart quicken. It felt like there was a bird fluttering in his chest, his mind running wild with different horrific conjurations of what fate may have befallen Flippaw. Flashes of memories of biting through a rabbit's bone, the snap nearly making his stomach twist; memories he tried to bury of the masses of graves he and Cliffstripe had to dig for what scraps remained of their families.

He must have been away for a while, nearly walking past Cliffstripe, not realizing that the tabby had tried to stop him, to talk to him.

“Dashpaw, are you alright? You don’t have to-”

The brown and white tom is still for a moment longer than should be normal before forcing out a smile. “I’m okay.” He doesn’t dwell any longer on the moment, creeping quickly past the warrior. Cliffstripe doesn’t look like he believes him, but that doesn't matter right now. “C’mon, I think we’re close.”

Conifers loomed in the horizon, just barely visible against the darkness of the sky. The scent of blood laced with the distant perfume of the pine needles, it seemed almost a regular pattern at this point; all too familiar of the night he’d nearly been gored by only StarClan knows who. The wolf scent was strongest here, but from the best that either cat could judge, it had to be at least a few hours old. 

It was small, but in the distance something catches Dashpaw’s eye; light glinting off of a reflective surface -- cautiously approaching, he confirms his grim suspicions. Blood.

“Cliffstripe, come this way!” His voice comes out as a hiss, claws tearing into the dirt, rushing to find the source. He can’t be too late.

The trail of blood lead to a larger, semi-congealed pool outside of a small burrow; one much too small for a wolf to be hiding in. Peering into the gap in the earth, Dashpaw feels his heart stop briefly when his eyes focus on what was within -- a small spotted apprentice curled up within herself, bloodied soil surrounding her. Cliffstripe freezes when he sees her too, only to heave a heavy sigh of relief when he notices her sides rise and fall with her breath.

“Oh thank StarClan… you’re still alive.” Dashpaw nearly collides with the dirt beneath him, finally feeling the fatigue of today.

A groan comes from the figure within the burrow, pale blue eyes coming to life when they land on what lay outside -- her clanmates had found her. “I remembered what you said… about the tunnel systems and the dens when I was a kit.” Flippaw’s voice is hoarse, and she’s hardly able to keep her eyes focused while she speaks.

“Are you able to get out on your own?” Cliffstripe asks, unsure of his ability to squeeze in there with her and still be able to pull her out.

“Think so.” Unfurling herself, the ginger tabby warrior nearly flinches at the sight of Flippaw’s right forearm. It was broken, there was no doubt about it, large punctures covering its entirety. She lets it hang limply, using her remaining arm to pull herself and leaving most of the work to her hind legs.

Cliffstripe waits to the side of the entrance, waiting to grab Flippaw’s scruff to pull her the rest of the way. By the time she’s fully out of the burrow, she’s passed out again from shock.

Dashpaw’s steps are unsteady on the walk home, and though he jokes about Cliffstripe needing to carry him as well and seems over-all jovial, the older tom can tell something was bothering him. Jaws full of scruff, he’s unable to reach out leaving the two ruminating about the day until they get back to camp.

END OF MOON 7.

WE DID IT FOLKS. WE MADE IT. thank you for sticking around <33 next is asks!! feel free to send asks to Cliffstripe, Amberpaw, Dashpaw, or Flippaw! moon 8 event will start after a bit of those :3

#moon 7 #buddingclan #buddingclangen #clangen #clan generator #warrior cats oc #cliffstripe #dashpaw #amberpaw #flippaw

[bananastarion]

If the Stardew Valley bachelor/ettes were cats...

Shane would be a feral alley tomcat that got rescued and taken to an animal sanctuary and now helps foster orphaned chicks. He'll even keep a nest of eggs warm while the hens are out. If you bribe him with enough treats he'll let you pet him. He just so happens to be in the kitchen whenever cheese or pepperoni is on the counter.

Sebastian would be like my cat Opal, sleek with shiny black fur. Wary of strangers, only affectionate to a couple people and 100% indoors. Spends most of his time in his hidey hole in the cat tree observing the world around him. He's a sucker for catnip.

Abigail would be a sweet medium hair dark grey tabby who likes to go indoors and outdoors, and occasionally gets the mega zoomies. The kind of cat you could take with you in an RV and let loose on a campground to explore. She's a good mouser, too.

Haley would be a pampered persian show cat with a pedigree who likes to lay around in a sunny window for passers by to admire. She loves pets, but make sure your hands are clean or she'll vigorously clean whatever part of her you just touched.

Emily would be a therapy cat, the kind they take to children's hospitals and old folks homes to cheer everyone up because she's so playful and friendly. She has a fascination with colorful things and loves kneading soft fabrics. She's one of those rare cats who will actually let you dress her up.

Harvey would be an easygoing cat that spends his days cheering up patients in a doctor's waiting room. He's friendly but spooks a little easily. Whenever he ends up in a high place like a tree, he gets too scared to climb down and has to be rescued.

Elliot would be a handsome longhair ginger tom, endlessly curious about everything around him. He likes to sit in the window and watch the outside world with wonder. He loves to play with feathers and hang out at the fishing docks for scraps and to feel the salty wind in his fur.

Leah would be the perfect farm cat. Friendly enough to be a great companion, but independent enough that she mostly can take care of herself and live off your land. Loves to sharpen her claws on wood.

Penny would be a sweet little ginger emotional support cat. Always on your lap whenever you need her most. Not scared of kids and always so gentle and patient with them. The kind of cat you'll never forget long after she's gone.

Alex and Sam would be dogs, honestly. Alex would be a sporty dog with boundless energy like an Australian cattle dog. Sam would be a golden retriever, no explanation needed.

#stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons #cats #sdv shane #sdv harvey #sdv emily #sdv elliot #sdv sebastian #sdv penny #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv sam #sdv alex #sdv abigail

[the-dolphin-queen]

My Six of Crows Daemon AU ideas:

Daemons settle when someone finds their purpose/goals in life, usually as a teenager. Daemons can sometimes change after first settling if the experience is meaningful.

Grisha daemons can walk farther away from their humans.

Kaz’s daemon settled as a crow, obviously. She became a crow after Kaz started seeking his vengeance. She remembers who is kind, and who is not.

Inej’s daemon is unsettled at the start of SOC, he settles as as a common blackbird after her fight with Dunyasha at the auction. He is not a crow, as Inej walks her own path.

Some of his forms throughout the story:

Jackal: A form her daemon would take near Tante Heleen, based on one of the lines from the books.

Spider: A form often used on jobs for climbing, also good for keeping him close.

Crow: A bird form he often takes, although he would not settle as one.

Jesper’s daemon is unsettled at the beginning of the story as well, eventually becoming a hare after realizing the meaning of his powers. Like other grisha daemons, Jesper’s daemon is able to move father away from him, although he usually prefers to keep her close.

Some of her forms throughout the story:

Hummingbird: A quick and colorful little bird, with a fast heart as restless as Jesper. She tends to be a shameless flirt in this shape, often hovering close to Wylan.

Horse: A confident and independent daemon, the horse form would appear in times of greater need.

Dog: Jesper’s daemon’s dog form would show his good-natured and friendly side.

Crow: A daemon trying to fit in with the other Dregs.

Wylan’s daemon often prefers bird forms, eventually settling as an Eurasian Jay after the auction. Being a corvid, his daemon’s species is more closely related to crows than his father’s owl daemon.

Some of her forms before settling:

Screech owl: A form that attempts to fit in next to Jan Van Eck’s owl daemon.

Pigeon: An unassuming daemon in The Barrel, Kaz has remarked how she looks easy to pick off.

Cat: A more bold daemon form, the most notable moment when she assumed this shape was when Wylan spat in Van Eck’s face, attempting to claw Van Eck’s owl.

Crow: A daemon form that appeared when Wylan was trying to fit in alongside the other Dregs.

Nina’s daemon at the start of the story is a ginger tomcat, a charismatic creature with plenty of heart on the inside. Despite being settled at the start of the story, their journey was not over, as his fur turned black as Nina became the Queen of Mourning.

Matthias’ daemon is a wolf, first appearing as pristine white as the Fjerdan snow. As Matthias’s alliances and worldviews changed, her coat became silver and many shades of gray and she started accepting the Crows and their daemons as part of the pack. Matthias’ daemon has always been loyal and protective as he is.

#grishaverse #six of crows #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #inej gafha #nina zenik #matthias helvar #daemon au #daemons

[littlebug-boy]

i started reading deadendia because my awsome friend @tomcat-reusables let me borrow it

and norma and badyah and norma are watching doctor who!!

my favourite part is that the doctor is finally ginger!

#bug talk #doctor who #dw #the doctor #dalek #dead end paranormal park #deadendia #norma khan #badyah hassan

[thomasinathecat]

Look I almost got it okay!

#cat #catlife #tumblrcat #cutecat #pets #kitten #tumblr pets #cats of tumblr #bobtail cat #orange tabby #oreo #ginger tabby #ginger kitten #cute kitten #cute cats #kittens #tomcat #spring cleaning

[alpaca-clouds]

A friend now got me to want to write a fic from the perspective of Mug.

Who is Mug, you ask?

Well, in my post-canon stuff Tav, Astarion and the rest of the polycule move into a house in Rivington. And this house comes with a cat. A tomcat, to be exact.

The tomcat does not have a name, but eventually gets named Mug, because he has a weird obsession with Mugwood.

This is Mug. He might be a calico cat, but he does have the smooth brain of a ginger cat.

#baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #post canon #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #tavstarion #cats

[300yearschallenge]

The rest of the year passed uneventfully.

As spring rolled into summer life around the homestead became busier, and Charles Elias and Theodore went out on longer and longer fishing excursions.

He was introduced to Theodore's sister and her children, which was a strange visit for Charles Elias.

Knowing he was meeting his aunt and two cousins, while knowing they had no clue, left him feeling a little lost.

But, in the end, it turned out to be a rather mundane visit in all other regards. Both aunt and cousins only spoke to Charles Elias briefly, and none seemed to notice any potential family connection.

Some litters of kittens were born, all of which absolutely stole Charles Elias' heart and made his freetime that much brighter.

He was happy that Mr. Isak was decidedly against getting rid of any unwanted kittens, instead letting them leave the homestead on their own should they choose to.

The evident father of most kittens around the homestead was a fluffy ginger tomcat named Brons, who was very cuddly and affectionate when not guarding his territory.

#300 years challenge #sims 4 decades #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 historical #olafssons #gen 4 #charles elias park #a more substanial update will be here soon - until then enjoy the cats uwu #ts4 decades #ts4 historical #ts4 legacy #simblr

[ask-the-furies]

hiiiii shivers how are you doing today? :)

SHIVERS- The air over greater Revachol rests cold and light above the smokestacks of the industrial district. A ginger tomcat pads along the tiles of a roof, then leaps from air conditioner to fire escape to ground to drainage pipe. For sixteen minutes he walks with purpose, half of a burned fish fillet held tight between his teeth. After seventeen minutes, the fish is set in front of a kindle of kittens, four minuscule existences.

SHIVERS- In six weeks, they will be trapped in carrier cages. Their sewage-soaked and flea-bitten coats will be washed and blow-dried. Two of the kittens will bite the hands that feed them, and the Tom will express himself in nothing but hisses for the rest of his life. Come the turn of the year, they will all be comfortably asleep on plush carpets in front of a protected fire, stomachs full.

SHIVERS- A street urchin is tucked uncomfortably in the back of a pale carrier truck, barely insulated from the aerosol death outside, but her fingers twitch in excitement anyway— anticipation for the complimentary soul waiting across the ocean of nothingness. The lorry has been fortified against the harsh conditions of prolonged pale exposure but does not keep out the chill. A moving fortress carries precious cargo bundled in dirty overcoats.

SHIVERS- A girl in the lower district of Jamrock squints against the brightness outside. Snow is not uncommon, but she has still never seen it. A tiny hand presses into the surface of a snowbank, leaving an imprint as ice crystals melt and mould around her. She barely has enough time to laugh in disbelief before a snowball hits the soft spot in her side beneath her ribs, thrown by a boy in her school. In sixteen years, she will confess her love to him. In two minutes, she’ll tackle him into the snowbank, leaving messy trails and prints as they laugh and playfight.

#ask #//physique #/shivers

[fernclans]

MOON 03. (cont.)(final) (tw; medical talk, i think that's it this time!)

Starring: Cliffpaw (BuddingClan), Bitterndrift (CypressClan), Amberpaw (BuddingClan) Mentions: Bitterrumble (CypressClan), Dashpaw (BuddingClan)

“Are you sure you want to walk the whole way on your own?” A lithe orange she-cat asks, passing a glance down towards the injured apprentice. “Bitterrumble urged that you take it easy for the next moon at least.”

Beside her, a smaller ginger tabby struggled his way down a rocky slope, skidding down on his heels towards the bottom. “I’m alright, this’ll end up being the only real exercise I’m gonna get in moons, I want to enjoy it.”

Though she could tell Cliffpaw was being earnest, Bitterndrift could also see the strain in his one remaining eye as he traversed. “Alright. Do you remember Bitterrumble’s instructions for when you get home?”

“Keep the poultice on my wound for the next day, have someone help me with cleaning it off with fresh moss, and ask someone else to try looking for garlic or marigold.” He recites, his heart racing somewhat as the meadow comes into view, closer and closer. He freezes when the stale scent of wolf catches his nose, but reassures himself that it's old -- the wolf is gone.

“Yes. And remember that some weeping is expected from the injury site, but to be aware of the kind of drainage it is and the smell.” A clan without a leader or healer… the closest to StarClan’s monument, but without connection to its world. A part of Bitterndrift considered just asking Cliffpaw to let FlintClan- or BuddingClan- go. To join CypressClan and assure he and his remaining clanmates survival, but she knew that would never happen. Pride and the instinctual desire to hold onto what has been lost would never allow that.

Cliffpaw nods, silent now, seemingly lost in his thoughts. It had been a difficult four days, in a way the warrior herself could only begin to imagine. His clanmates must be worried sick. When they come across the border between Cypress and BuddingClan, the scent marks are stale. In a way, this was comforting to him; it meant that Dashpaw wasn’t over-exerting himself, and Amberpaw heed his warning to stay near camp… at least, that’s what he hoped it meant. Any other alternative was banished from his mind.

“Thanks for everything, Bitterndrift, but I can make it from here.” He turns around, dipping his head to the ginger and white molly.

She looks the apprentice up and down, dipping her head politely in return. “If it’s all the same to you, Cliffpaw, I think I’d like to accompany you until you’re secured in the paws of one of your clanmates.” The last thing anyone needs is you collapsing from exhaustion somewhere no cat can find you. “It would be a shame if Bitterndrift’s treatment went to waste.” She says instead.

Though he seems a bit frustrated, Cliffpaw doesn’t argue and continues trekking through the familiar tall grass. The further into the meadow they went, the looser Cliffpaw’s movements became, posture relaxing as he grew more comfortable in the world around him.

The scent of cats began to grow stronger; they were approaching camp. The faintness of its scent made Bitterndrift’s heart sink. Cliffpaw really wasn’t lying when he said there were just the four of them.

“Cliffpaw, is that you?” A young mollies voice calls from atop a grassy slope. “Oh StarClan, it really is, isn’t it?” She doesn’t wait for a reply before bounding down the hill and directly into the ginger tomcat, nearly knocking him over if it weren’t for Bitterndrift on his other side to brace the both of them. “Dashpaw isn’t gonna believe it!”

Cliffpaw staggers against the excited impact of his clanmate, chuckling to suppress a hiss of pain. “Amberpaw, it’s so good to see you! I’m so relieved that you’re alright.”

“That I’M alright? You’ve been gone for days!” She shouts back, almost sounding offended. Now away from his frame, the young molly finally gets a good look at the wrappings around half of his face. “Wh..what happened to you?”

The older apprentice flinches slightly at the question, gritting his teeth.

Instead, it’s Bitterndrift who answers. “The wolf pack which terrorized your pack came back. It… seemed to target Cliffpaw deliberately, but didn’t take the opportunity to outright slay him.”

“An eye for an eye.” Cliffpaw mutters, feeling himself grow weak in his legs.

The previously vibrant Amberpaw seemed at a loss for words, her eyes unable to properly meet Cliffpaw’s remaining. Out of all of the horrible things Dashpaw had concocted, he didn’t dare suggest the wolves-- all of them knew such a joke would be too grim even for their gallows.

“Amberpaw, was it?” Bitterndrift breaks the silence again, always seeming to know how to push the moment forward. “My name is Bitterndrift, of CypressClan, can I entrust you with something important?”

She seems to blink out of her daze, bright eyes looking up at the seasoned warrior and giving a firm, confident nod.

“While Cliffpaw is a strong tom for managing this far, I think it would be good for him to have some assistance the rest of the way to his nest. The trek from CypressClan’s camp to here is not a short one, and he still has a lot of healing that he needs to do.” The warrior's blue gaze flashed to Cliffpaw a few times while speaking, but it was unlikely he noticed given his blind-side.

“Right!” She’s already at his side, offering her support by the time Cliffpaw could begin to protest. “You helped me after the wolves, now it’s time for me to help you.” Amberpaw smiles up at him, a sincere passion showing in her expression.

“Cliffpaw has a few things he needs to tell you from our healer, Bitterrumble, but I trust that he’ll do so when you get to camp.” Bitterndrift meows, hoping it’ll server as a final reminder if the tom needed it. “It was a pleasure getting to know you Cliffpaw. Thank you for finding us, Amberpaw. May StarClan light your paths.”

“Thank you for everything Bitterndrift, I… I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you. I owe you more than I can express.” Cliffpaw almost feels guilty letting the warrior go empty-pawed.

“Nonsense. You can thank me by getting better, and becoming the best cat that you can be. No cat could ask for more.” Giving a final bow of her head, Bitterndrift sprinted into the dense grass and began her journey home.

“Wow… she’s so cool!” Amberpaw beamed, staring off after the ginger and white molly. “Yeah…” Cliffpaw meowed. “Yeah, she is.”

woooo we made it back! :D cypressclan will be benched for now, and we return to the main cast of buddingclan! hope y'all enjoyed our lil field trip!

#clangen #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #clan generator #buddingclangen #buddingclan #moon 3 #cliffpaw #amberpaw #bitterndrift #can you tell what characters are my inspirations for bittern?