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What are each of your ocs favorite hollidays?
Hestia: Halloween, mainly due to my hc that Halloween is the one night where souls in the Heaviside Layer can come to visit those who are still living, so it's the one night a year when Hestia can have her entire family together around her!
Quasi: i feel like for some reason he'd be really in to New Year's Eve. Probably because he gets to loiter around Esmeralda's restaurant and get all the scratches from the nice patrons, but also because he just loves fireworks so much.
Miela: She absolutely ADORES Easter, mainly because of all the flowers and the egg hunts her humans do around that time. it's when all her bees are buzzing happily, all her pretty flowers are in bloom, and it's just the best time of year.
Jitterbug: Boxing Day, because it's still the holidays, but it's not as loud and excitable as Christmas Day, so Jitter can still have fun, but she's not getting overwhelmed by everything!
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For this entry to @bombawife‘s OC week, I wanted to offer up my versions of the nameless henchqueen quartet from the 2019 movie--all from wealthy human families, dazzled by Macavity and the Mouser’s Palace, now adapting to their new lives on the streets of his criminal empire.
Clockwise from the top left, we have Chione (Christine Cornish Smith), Lucretia (Birgit Arquin), Alecto (Suzie Melloy), and Zephyra (Erica Lee Cianciulli).
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Gattopazzo the Mob Boss Cat and Neko Purritto
My criminal boys! They are finally done! This took a long time but i am very proud of how it turned out.
@uppastthejelliclemoon @goblinlovesmusicals
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godnattakatta · 2 years
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an attempt at Gilbert (+ tried to give him london based makeup)
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his jellicle name is Archibaldus, his parents were two of Macavity’s henchcats but he ended up leaving together with AJ when she was rescued (and they are a couple)
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original-cat-showdown · 10 months
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ROUND 1 POLL 17
Bobsyfella (@thunderwhenhepurrs) vs Teasel (@teknoctarkamacska)
Bobsyfella
He/him
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He’s not the brightest fluffer on the block, but he does his best! Sure, so he might be a henchcat for an evil cat gang, but you do what you gotta do when you have a younger sibling to feed. His greatest achievement in life is convincing said sibling that his manx tail is short because it got bitten off by a penguin.
He’s just happy to be included!
Teasel
She/her
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The kind of cat you see and think "a cat", and then completely forget about it. No special features; black mackerel tabby with warmer tones (more brownish then greyish), washed yellow eyes. She's large and has bigger than average paws but not conspicuously so.
She's grumpy, she's moody, she's often unpleasant - a delight to be around. Lonely type, likes to do her business (namely hunting and lying in the sun - she is a cat after all) alone. She's really only attached to her sister, Hibiscus, and nobody else; at least until Hibiscus has kits and then soon dies.
Storytime: i had cat ocs since i could think up characters, but Teasel (Mácsonya), Hibiscus (Hibiszkusz) and Elder (Bodza - it's a normal name in hungarian ok) are one of the most reliably consistent ones. I had them for half of my life. They are the originals, but soon joined by Gingko, Hibiscus's "husband", the father of her kits. Teasel is a stray, Elder is a housecat, Hibiscus and Gingo are nightmeldas. Nightmeldas are a very important part of this setting, they are a spiritual order of cats.
Much later i got into warriors. Naturally i started to think about warrior cats aus and then i thought about my old ocs, and slapped them together. So now my au is about two runaway warriors who start a knew clan somewhere with Teasel, Elder and a cat called Batman (Elder's friend). Hibiscus is already dead, Gingko can't be around the clan cats for special melda reasons (but he likes them and visits often). The first part of their story would be about bringing up Hibiscus's kits: everyone around them has very different ideas about what their life should look like. Teasel is in the clan only for the kits' sake (since Elder is here, and she is the one nursing them), she wants to leave as soon as the kits can be considered grown up. The clan cats want them to be warriors, Gingko wouldn't mind if at least one of them became a nightmelda. And there are a lot of emotional trouble too: Teasel basically projects herself and her dead sister on two of the kits, and leave the other two entirely to Elder. This of course makes all four kits quite miserable. (Teasel's arc would culminate in a painful fight with the kit she sees as herself about this, if I ever write this story).
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white-cat-of-doom · 5 months
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Oh, yes, I'm here to hear about Freya! If you would be so nice:
✨ How did you come up with the name?
🌂What genre do they belong in?
🍩 Who is Freya's arch-nemesis or rival?
✂️ What are her worst memories?
Hello!
I have not said a word about Freya since making that initial post (which may need some updating), so these questions are fun in the way that I have not thought about most of these things before.
I named her after the Norse goddess associated with love, beauty, fertility, and gold, who rides a chariot pulled by two cats.
I also chose the name Freya because I am a big fan of Freya Rowley who was in CATS (2019) as Jellylorum, Tantomile in the UK Tour 2014, and a Swing in the UK Tour 2013.
The name may be seen as better suited for a OC that is a Norwegian Forest Cat or similar breed, but I think it fits well with the character I created.
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I know this is probably more angled towards written works, but I want to take a different approach instead and talk about musical genres.
Since I made her more closely related to Griddlebone is the sense of vocal abilities, and that one of her three words is operatic, it would be fairly obvious that Freya could be a classically trained opera singer. I would not want to tie her down to one specific (and perhaps stereotypical) genre, and I think she would enjoy anything that allows her to flex her vocal prowess. Most importantly though, it should carry emotional weight! Vocal talents are not necessarily about who can be the most extreme.
What I have in mind is an artist such as Kennedy Ashlyn whose musical projects SRSQ (who released my album of the year in 2022 with Ever Crashing) or Them Are Us Too match (in my opinion) what I have in mind for less traditional classical format vocals.
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I do not think Freya would really have a rival or arch-nemesis, and would be widely appreciated by everyone in the Tribe. She does have a tinge of competitiveness, but not enough to make her view anyone as a rival. There is the obvious wariness towards Macavity and his henchcats, but that is shared throughout the Tribe.
With her drive for perfection, I think her biggest enemy would be herself. She wants everything to be perfect and tries as hard as possible to achieve it, but that is not always possible and that can bother her. She also wants to try and please everyone as best as she can, which feeds into the perfectionism she strives for. It can all lead to never feeling quite happy with her efforts and make her unhappy. Trying to spread happiness can be a draining affair if no one reciprocates it.
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Her worst memories are definitely realizing that she would not be around to see her Kittens grow up. She tries to plan ahead and make sure they are in the best care (and who better than with Jellylorum), but there is only so much that she can do. There are not many Cats that she would confide in to share her struggles, as she is one to internalize her emotions.
At one point towards her end, she would reach the conclusion that while she was not always perfect, she did as best as she could with everything, and find a fleeting comfort in that.
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jelliclekay · 5 months
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❤️ What is their best memories? 🌂What genre do they belong in? 🎹 What is their hobby?
❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?
They have so many good memories, but one that really sticks out is the 2nd time their mate Lorenzo took them out to the town to look at the lights the humans put up for Christmas. Artemis loves the winter and especially Christmas lights, but the first time Lorenzo tried to take them out, their date was ruined by a couple of henchcats. To make sure this didn't happen again, Lorenzo got Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer to scout out a nice spot filled with beautiful lights and where Macavity's hench cats won't be lurking about. And Jerrie and Teazer pull through, find the perfect spot for Artemis and Lorenzo to cuddle up and look at some beautiful lights. Artemis remembers this night so fondly.
🌂 - What genre do they belong in?
Hmm, maybe some type of historical fiction? Or I could also see them being the main character in some type of mystery novel, especially one that takes place in the early 20th century.
🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?
A few! They love to read and write. They like the theater since their father was mates with Gus and was an actor himself. They also love dancing and look forward to the Jellicle Ball every year. They're really into the planning aspect of the Ball alongside Munk.
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sillybub · 1 year
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Can you talk more about Anchovy? He's such a cool OC, and I'd love to know more about him and his relationship with Bustopher!
Yea sure!!
So Anchovy is an ex-henchcat who used to run evil errands for Macavity. He was was scrawny, skittish, flea-bitten scrap of a cat who ran with Macavity's crew out of desperate self-preservation.
One day while he was rummaging through trash bins, a very handsomely rotund gentletom approached him, asking asking directions. He looked way too fancy and clean to have been from around that part of town, and judging by the way he was squinting, Anchovy figured he was probably lost.
The gentlecat spoke very politely and kindly to Anchovy, and they were the first friendly words he'd heard in a very long time. Overcome by emotion at being treated with basic feline decency, Anchovy led Bustopher Jones back to the nicer part of town.
Bustopher remarked on how horribly skinny he was, and insisted on treating him to dinner at one of his favorite clubs. Bustopher's fancy friends helped him get all cleaned up, and he felt like a brand new tom.
See, Anchovy was polite. He was polite to other cats because that's how you generally avoid getting the shit beat out of you if you're lucky. Bustopher was being polite back, Anchovy realized, because he thought that everybody ought to be treated with respect and dignity. Even scrappy strays like himself.
Overwhelmed by the kindness he'd been shown, Anchovy swore to leave behind his life of crime. He starts camping out in Bustopher's giant yard. He gets introduced to the Jellicles. His life turns around completely in 24 hours.
But he shows up at the Junkyard and him and Demeter point at eachother because they have DEFINITELY seen eachother before. And that's actually the first time anyone becomes aware that he used to be associated with Macavity. Before then he was just "a very fine chap who needs more meat on his bones." Everybody kept hearing that Bustopher had a new tomfriend and they were not expecting that roadkill looking dude to show up let alone literally one of Macavity's lackeys.
And since Bustopher seemed to be completely unaware of that part of his history, everybody was grilling him super hard. Like, "how do we know this isn't some trick huh?? What are you lying to Bustopher about your past for?"
And it's not that Anchovy was lying per se; just omitting certain details about where he lived and what kind of business he got up to. See, Bustopher was just being so nice to him, and Anchovy figured if he knew that he worked for Macavity, he wouldn't want to hang out anymore. But he really did quit the gang--just for Bustopher.
It takes a big for the rest of the Jellicles to really warm up to Anchovy, and it helps that Bustopher was so insistent that he was a perfectly fine cat, and how dare they be so uncouth!!
Not to say that Bustopher Jones is naive. After all, Anchovy stopped to help a lost stranger get back home when he really had no good reason to. He saw that Anchovy was jumpy and hesitant and dirty, and figured that life probably hadn't been kind to him. But just because life can be cruel doesn't mean that cats have to be.
I think that Bustopher also sees like. Some of a past life of his in Anchovy. Bustopher has such a blessed life now that surely this is the result of having been the Jellicle Choice in a past life. It's all well and good to become the Jellicle Choice if you truly need it, but Bustopher could help this cat make and better life now, before it was too late for him. And Anchovy was such a clever, funny, well-mannered cat! And, well, quite the romantic, too...
Anchovy hangs out around Bustopher's big house, but he's still uncomfortable going inside, or really interacting with humans beyond eating their food. He's pretty awkward when it comes to talking to other cats (he appreciates manners and politeness because it gives him a script to work from), but on his own? He knows how to rough it like the best of them. He knows how to open bottles and cans that humans need to use tools for, and he knows how to climb into high places that you're not supposed to be able to get to.
All in all, they're definitely a mismatched couple. But Bustopher is very fashionable, and he thinks they look good together, and Anchovy is inclined to agree with him.
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An OC...named Poindexter
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barbie meme but make it 3/4 of my main four ocs
quasi: @hufferysnuffery hestia: @soh-da-meatball miela: @thedragonchilde
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Threat Level
(Cesare the henchcat’s getting a brief turn in the spotlight for @bombawife‘s OC week!  Trigger warning for violence and blood ahead.)
Right off the top of his head, Alonzo could think of at least twenty different ways he could have died since he was a kitten.  Wandering the streets too malnourished and frail to stand without stumbling.  Having his ribs crushed by cars.  Squashed beneath construction ladders.  Territorial alley cats.  Macavity’s claws.  Macavity’s teeth.  Macavity sending henchcats twice his size to “keep an eye” on him.  All the most recent occasions were Macavity’s doing.
And getting his throat ripped out by his brown-nosing little lackey… this was not allowed to be how he died.
Snarling at the top of his voice, he bent his shoulder toward the corner wall and slammed against it, making Cesare on his back take the brunt of the impact.  Thud–thud–thud!  Cesare let out a yowl with each slam and attempted to hold on tighter by clawing at his neck from the front.  But with one final thud! that sent Alonzo’s teeth clattering, Cesare finally let go.  Before he could slide too far down the wall, Alonzo turned over his aching shoulder and sliced his claws across Cesare’s muzzle.  Blood dripped across a harlequin face and golden paw as the two faced each other, gasping for breath… Alonzo sorely tempted to put the bastard out of his misery.  Payback for all the years wasted in that hellhole.  For Demeter, for Jemima, for Bomba, for all of them.
Then Cesare smiled.  The same slimy, self-congratulatory smile he knew Alonzo hated so much, made even worse through bloodied teeth.  “It won’t make a difference,” he muttered, head dropped to his chest, voice muffled.  “You’re more than welcome to kill me… it won’t change a damn thing.”
He was baiting him.  Alonzo knew he was baiting him.  And damn him, he still couldn’t leave it alone… grabbing fistfulls of Cesare’s fur, he yanked him upright until they were nose to nose.  “What is Macavity planning?  Tell me, and I might make it quick.”
Cesare actually laughed.  “I’m not at liberty to tell some–”
Another slash across the face shut him up.  So did a set of claws under his chin.  “Tell me.”
“Why?  You won’t be able to stop him.”  There was a derangement in Cesare’s eyes that Alonzo had never seen before–that he would never admit frightened him.  “By the end of the night, there won’t be just one of you sent up to die.  He’ll be making that choice for you.  One by one by one.”
Alonzo’s head spun–Macavity was coming to the Jellicle Ball?  He couldn’t tell if that was brave or stupid… or if it was simply a matter of catching as many cats in his crossfire as possible.  Either way–”There’s nine of us and one of him.  He won’t get very far.”
“Oh, come on now, I know you’re not that stupid.  You know very well how many of him there are.”  Cesare laughed again, and Alonzo’s blood ran cold to remember.  The hulking, faceless cats Macavity used as his decoys.  No one knew their names, no one could even remember seeing them out of shadow–they could have been anyone.  They could have been the cat standing next to you, or some spirit or demon Macavity had conjured for his own purposes.  But no matter how much the question burned on your tongue, you knew better than to ask.  You didn’t want to know.  If the whispers were to be believed, there was too great a chance Macavity might take your face and replace it with his own.
“Though really,” Cesare went on, “he only needs three.  One for you lot”--he ticked off one claw–”one for the old fool”--another claw–”and one”--the third he slid along Alonzo’s chin–”for his sweet little Goldie–”
What happened next, Alonzo couldn’t explain.  He must have blacked out for a moment.  One second, there was Cesare; the next, there was a blinding pain in his forehead and Cesare on the ground.  More blood seeping from his own forehead, body sprawled in a heap.  Still breathing shallowly.  Damn shame, he thought distantly, like someone else’s voice echoing in his head… and he had to shake out his ears to make sure it wasn’t.
“Alonzo!”  Another voice–Bomba’s as she came bounding down the wall to meet him.  “I heard a voice–was it–?”
“Yeah.  Yeah, it was.”  But he didn’t want to waste any more words on Cesare.  “We have to get back to the Junkyard.  Macavity’s planning on crashing the Ball.”
Bomba quirked an eyebrow and nodded down at the prone henchcat.  “Did he tell you that?”
“This wasn’t a taunt, Bomba–this was serious.  He’s coming after Old Deuteronomy.”  He swallowed past the sudden bile in his throat.  “And Demeter, too.”
There was a terrible moment where Bomba’s face became a mask of terror, but it soon steeled into a look of grim resolve, tail lashing behind her as she prepared to run again.  “Well, we’ve still got time if we hurry.”
Alonzo didn’t need to be told twice.  And he made sure to kick some dirt over Cesare for good measure on his way.
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Pollok - Clever, Industrious, Considerate
Another of my Protector OCs. The pet of an engineering student, Pollok was a brilliant inventor and engineer who oversaw the tribe’s physical defenses. He was often seen wearing goggles and sketching out blueprints. He was a very kind-heart and cheerful tom, though often distracted with ideas. Pollok preferred defensive tactics and outwitting his opponents to outright offensive attacks. When Macavity attacked, he saved Munkustrap by leading away a group of henchcats and rats from the then protector in training. It is unknown whether he was killed by the rats and henchcats chasing him or by Macavity himself.
@uppastthejelliclemoon
@bombawife
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rainbowratsstuff · 2 years
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@uppastthejelliclemoon
Here's Quasi, Jitterbug and Quill
Quasi has something special he wants to show his sisters
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godnattakatta · 2 years
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so i went looking through the wiki for AJ pictures since i wanted to make a design for her. and i noticed something slightly interesting:
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in the design for her, she has neither shoulder fluff or a warmer on her right arm.
and in a later picture, from 1997, she clearly has both fluff and warmer
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but in 1990 she doesn’t have the warmer but possibly the shoulder fluff.
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im not sure why they changed it and that's not what i want to talk about - i'm going with the original design and my own headcanons and i'm saying that when she lived with macavity her arm got burnt badly so that no fur can grow there anymore (probably by Macavity himself) and that's why she has no fluff there.
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someone pls send me asks about my lesser known cats ocs:
Wilder the Demi-God Cat
Mona the Mime Queen
Despoina the Opera Cat
Ruby the Pollicle Cat
Chicken Wing the Deli Kitten
Cheddar the Henchcat
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