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verysium · 4 months

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please write something about blue lock as cat dads, like we have cat and its batshit insane <3

my cat was furiously scratching at my bedroom door this morning, so i'm taking that as a sign to write this. here you go anon:

rin owns a void. black fur with bluish green eyes and sharp little fangs. rin adopted him as an emotional support animal after sae left for spain. his name is kuro (黑) which means "black" in japanese because the itoshis are just unoriginal with all pet names. sometimes the cat camouflages with the furniture, but rin knows its habits too well to accidentally sit on him. they have an almost telepathic bond. kuro follows a very strict routine. feeding times are 7 in the morning before rin's football practice and 6 in the evening during dinner. he is calm and quiet most of the time but hisses whenever there are birds in the window. very shy around strangers. will curl his tail around rin's leg and peek out from time to time but does not have the courage to actually approach. sometimes if rin has free time, he takes kuro out to the park and lets him chase after the butterflies. kuro is also very intelligent. knows how to unlock doors, fetch the newspaper, and clean up after using the potty. sometimes spaces out when rin watches his horror movies at night. will blink at the screen owlishly. he's not very skittish when it comes to jumpscares. he just doesn't understand what's going on in the film. his favorite time of the year is during the holidays when rin goes back to kamakura to visit his parents. mama itoshi always sneaks kuro an extra fish bone.

oliver has a cat with heterochromia. his name is björn which is swedish for bear because he is a massive maine coon. flirts with all the tabby cats in his neighborhood and purrs loudly to show off. incredibly fluffy but sheds a lot. very strong physically. one time he moved oliver's entire closet because he did not like how it was blocking his cat door. secretly the leader of a cat gang, but oliver doesn't know. pretty chill most of the time and enjoys large family gatherings. multilingual because he can respond to commands in swedish, japanese, and german. he also knows a little bit of danish. oliver taught him a few tricks as a kitten. he can twirl around, roll over, and give high-fives. despite his large size, björk is very flexible and light on his feet. one time he got into the cookie jar on the top pantry shelf, and oliver's mom had to shoo him out.

shidou has an orange cat named ryu (竜) which is an alternative form of the kanji for "dragon" (龍). it is also adapted from the first character in his name "ryusei." his cat looks exactly like how mcdonald's sprite tastes. very spicy. does not sleep at night. his business hours are from three in the morning to whenever he passes out. drifts like a literal race car and makes vrooming sound effects. ryu took one whiff of catnip as a kitten and has never been the same since. all of his toys are shredded. prefers taking the head off first. you will find cotton stuffing everywhere. he destroyed the brand new cat bed shidou got for him, so now he's been downgraded to a cardboard box. ryu is prohibited from all open windows especially the ones with pull-down blinds because he once saw a squirrel and went absolutely feral. only eats raw meat and refuses to even touch dried kibble. sits beside shidou whenever he orders yukhoe from the local korean restaurant. feasts on all the scraps.

barou has a tuxedo cat. her name is mimi, and she is the sweetest cat in existence. claws are always trimmed. licks herself clean. unusually calm at the vet and groomer and is one of the few cats who actually enjoys baths. sometimes helps barou with cleaning by catching all the dust bunnies. his apartment is also insect-free thanks to her. she is, in fact, a baddie. the tomcat next door has tried to get her attention for over a year now, but she refuses to be swayed. he gave her a dead rat once, but mimi swatted it away before telling him he better start paying some bills and look somewhat hygienic before she even looked his way. the only man in her life is barou, and it will stay that way. mimi is also a polydactyl cat, so it looks like she's wearing white mittens. sometimes barou comes home from practice exhausted and collapses face first into bed, and mimi will crawl onto his back to knead his muscles for him.

nagi has a scottish fold. she has white fur and brown eyes, hence her name yuki which is japanese for "snow." she is very similar to nagi. lazy and sleeps all day. their favorite activity together is sunbathing. eats a lot but somehow still manages to stay in shape. she often sits upright like a human and kneads the fur on her tummy. as a kitten, she mirrored nagi's actions, so he got her a mini video game controller. it doesn't actually work, but she gets to press on the buttons whenever nagi is gaming. makes her feel very involved. scientists have also classified her as a liquid. she can get herself through every nook and cranny. even the two millimeter crack under the bedroom door. her favorite place in the house is her bed. has two fluffy blankets and a teddy bear. during winter, she moves her bed closer to the heater. has unofficial beef with choki because she tried to eat him once. ended up with spines in her mouth and never touched a houseplant after that. choki still has a giant missing chunk from where his arm was bitten off.

reo has a persian cat. her royal title is kana-hime because she is a spoiled princess. she has silky fur that smells like perennial roses. has an entire room to herself and a private chef. reo has like 3134736845 pictures of her on his phone. she is even included in the holiday cards and family portrait above the fireplace mantel. her collar is made of sterling silver with a diamond in the nameplate. very coquette. pink bows are her favorite. sensitive paws so reo customized a pair of small fur booties for her. clingy and has attachment issues (just like her owner.) sometimes goes on playdates with yuki. said playdates involve yuki just sitting there while kana-hime gives her a full body grooming session and makeover.

sae owns a siamese. light blue eyes and a dark patch of fur on her face and paws. she does not have a name because sae never formally adopted her. one morning he had gone to practice and returned to a mother and her kittens on his fire escape. sae did not keep the kittens, but unfortunately the mother was very persistent, so he let her stay. despite originally being a stray, she is very clean. always licking herself and sae's hands. not very picky but has a preference for seafood, specifically surume. very productive during the day. rearranges her bed and water bowl. scratches her post five to six times. takes a daily stroll on the rooftops of madrid. she doesn't have a collar, but somehow always manages to return safely to sae's window. has an almost sixth sense when it comes to his emotions. if she senses he is tired, she will hop onto his lap and force him to lay down and give her pets. if she sees that he is stressed, she rubs her head under his chin to calm him down. probably the only emotional attachment sae has had ever since he left japan.

kaiser has a norwegian forest cat. it has golden fur, dark stripes, and blue eyes. has a little mane around his neck, so he resembles a small lion. his name is klaus. basically a mini kaiser. preens in front of the mirror every morning alongside michael. prances around as if he owns the entire establishment. bullies other cats but is scared shitless in the presence of dogs (even chihuahuas). has a little habit of gently biting kaiser's finger. not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a little imprint from his fangs. it's his way of showing love. nuzzles against kaiser's neck tattoo when he picks klaus up. a very needy baby at night. cannot sleep well in any place that is not michael's bed. needs to be tucked in like a child with his stuffed animals and blankets. ends up sleeping on kaiser's face by the time the morning rolls around. has perfect loafs, as in 11/10 if it was a competition. side-eyes ness whenever he comes to visit. extremely judgmental to the point kaiser suspects klaus must have been a human in his past life. knows how to pose for photos and even tilts his head to capture a good angle.

#asks #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff #rin itoshi #oliver aiku #shidou ryusei #barou shouei #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #sae itoshi #michael kaiser

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firecurls-27 · 7 months

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Ok so vessel has a bunch of cats-

He has a habit of picking up kittens off the street.

He’s had Pine, a Siamese cat, the longest, so she’s the oldest cat. He found her in a box in the rain when she was a kitten.

Apple, a ragamuffin cat, is the second oldest. He found her in a bucket at an apple orchard.

Olive, a calico cat, is the second youngest. Vessel found him and gave him to cuphead, so technically he’s cuphead’s cat.

Maple, a tabby cat, is the youngest. He found her in a newspaper box.

Elder kettle has told him so many times to stop adopting kittens, but vessel just ignores him.

(Btw special thanks to @marshmallow-biscuit-blog for helping me with some of them!)

#my art #my post #ask firecurls #cuphead #cuphead: ddwtd #the cuphead show #cuphead art #cuphead au #cuphead oc #demitasse family au #cats

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mr-rupurr-giles · 2 months

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Vote for your favorite foster kitten!

I started fostering last fall and it is the best thing I've ever done. Giles is always intrigued with a new foster and even playing with some. So far I've had 6 precious babies come through my home, and I thought to help promote my new sideblog for Giles I'd make a poll featuring them.

If you would like to see more of them, you can check out my Foster Kittens tag on @lifewithchronicpain. I will also be posting more about them here in due time.

Anyway, here are the babies in order of when I fostered them. Luke and Leia are the only two I fostered together and named myself.

Please reblog for more votes!

And since the star of the blog is Giles, I should also reveal to you his favorite:

It was Red Bull!

Harry also gets a vote:

It was Oliver!

#giles the cat #foster kittens #kittens #cats #kitten poll #poll

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thelostarchivescafe · 5 days

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Oliver Reed with his tabby kitten.

#cats #oliver reed

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herenortherenearnorfar · 1 year

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For @silver-grasp Celebrimbor through two ages with kittens with some slightly heavy discussions (warning for discussed animal death and rather utilitarian preindustrial elven ethics)

He finds his cousin amid the goats, on the verge of tears.

Celebrimbor expected the tears, given the… situation. The goats are a bit of a surprise. So is the milk pail at her feet.

“Finellach?” he cringes, as he remembers who else called her that name.

“Oh, cousin. I didn’t expect you here.” She sniffles. “I don’t suppose you know how to milk a goat?”

It’s not something that has come up before in Celebrimbor’s education, no. But he’s willing to give it his game best.

It turns out his best isn’t good enough. The goat kicks and Finduilas criticizes.

“No, Uncle Finrod said you have to pull down—“ the tears are starting up again. He’s beginning to sense the shape of their predicament, well, this sub-predicament. The main one is obvious.

“I’ll hold it and you milk?” he offers.

The goat is uncooperative (this cannot be an ideal experience for it) and neither of them have much experience. After much sweat and some more tears, they get a decent pail of milk. Retreating from the goats, Celebrimbor finally dares ask:

“Why?”

Finduilas’ lip wobbles imperceptibly. Then, like a princess, she finds her center. “I need to make milk for the kittens. Uncle Finrod was helping me but…”

“He left very suddenly,” Celebrimbor agrees. If he’s lucky she won’t bring up why he left. The scene in the hall—father and Celegorm accusative, Finrod’s pale rage, Orodreth shaking— still haunts him.

“With no mind to who he was leaving! To who needed him! I barely know how to make the special food they need and without it they’ll starve and he didn’t even stop to say goodbye.” Even in the dim light of the goat caves, set high in Nargothrond’s slopes, her hair gleams. It sets her face aglow, makes her look like Finrod in the depths of grief.

Celebrimbor has been apologizing a lot recently, without really specifying what he’s apologizing for. Even he’s not sure—half the time it feels like no one did anything wrong. But once more can’t hurt. “I’m sorry. I—why are there kittens?”

“One of the mousing cats threw a litter she was too young to keep and I couldn’t find a foster queen. Finrod said I could rear them, they’d just need to be fed every two hours.” That explains her conspicuous absence from court these past few weeks. She gives him a despairing look. “I don’t suppose you know anything about kittens?”

“No. I can’t ask the hunt either, they frown on nursing newborns—something about the way of the wild. Father used to rear up some of his puppies and Celegorm mocked him dearly for it. I’d ask him, however…”

“They have so much to do these days,” Finduilas says venomously, swinging the milk pail so sharply Celebrimbor worries for its precious won contents. “Such speeches to make.”

“I can help you though,” he offers, before her mood turns further. “What else do we need to do?”

After ten days spent tiptoeing around everyone, for fear they’d look at him and see a their own fears or desires, his cousin’s easy company is a balm. She looks at him with relief, but no expectations.

“We need eggs, a smidge of olive oil, and jellied fish from the stores. Only the jelly goes in so I hope you’re ready for fish.”

On the way down to the dimmer depths where the hens pick for bugs, he learns how old the kittens are (fourteen days and wobbly), how many there are (five so the milk is going fast), and their coloration (two grey and three tabby).

Three eggs in hand, they nip by the storage rooms and find them in disarray. The political shifts in Nargothrond make it easy to steal a whole set of clear isinglass jelly intended for feasts.

“I have some leftover milk in an icebox,” Finduilas frets, “But there’s one last ingredient. I’m not sure how to get it.”

“Do tell.”

“Uncle—Finrod had a little blue crystal glass of water from Valinor. He’d put a drop in each batch. I’m not sure where the glass is now, or how to get to it.”

Celebrimbor considers, then considers again. He will not be called overhasty to speak. “It must be in his rooms,” he says. “And I can get to those. Leave it to me.”

Hands full, she leans forward and pecks his cheek. It feels warm, comforting. He remembers childish kisses from Idril when they were small, in the thin peace before all scattered to their own kingdoms. He worried that being of such a sparse generation he’d outgrown the friendship of cousins.

Were she not engaged he might love her for it. As it is, he only pines a little.

Slipping into Finrod’s old rooms is easy. His father’s man is at the door and his uncle’s voice is loudly declaiming, making some passionate argument about love. He ghosts in almost unnoticed (except by Huan, lying at the fire) and begins to rifle through the cabinet of treasures furthest from the wall. He thinks he remembers a blue faceted blue glass from previous, carefully chaperoned visits to Uncle Finrod’s treasure trove.

Just as his hand closes over it, Celegorm starts to reach his point.

“The princess doesn’t know what she wants,” he says, and Celebrimbor freezes.

From the deep, kingly chair near the desk, Father scoffs. “Doriath will not agree with you.”

Finduilas is kin to King Thingol, however distantly. If he runs now, it will look suspicious. But quicker is better, away from Father’s men, to Gwindor or one of the other young sprouts she holds sway with. Someone who can spirit her out—away.

Perhaps it’s not so bad. They might have her best interests at heart. She is family, after all.

“She is green—“ Celegorm wheedles, while Celebrimbor compares escape routes, contemplates throwing himself at his father’s feet.

Curufin scoffs. “Princess Lúthien is older than you are—older than Maitimo—and her mother’s people are older than any who walk this world. I do not think we will get far on that claim.”

Every muscle in Celebrimbor’s body relaxes a fraction. Tucking the blue glass into his palm, he begins to sidle out, only to be stopped by a sharp bark from Huan.

Celegorm folds his arms. “Where do you think you’re going, young man?”

Father murmurs a general agreement. He seems distracted by the vellum in front of him, the fine ink waiting to be used.

“The kitchen wanted one of the rare tonics Finrod kept in his own personal store, for a particular medicinal broth.” He’s shocked how quickly the lies come to his own tongue.

Curufin still doesn’t lift his eyes from the blank, waiting paper. “Hmm. And you’ll make sure it’s returned when they’re done?”

“Of course, father.”

This earns him a flick of eye contact, a brief smile. “That’s a good boy. Now go, we have business to do.”

He’s not a boy, he’s a lord grown. Finduilas is a third his age and ready to be married. But at times like these he’s happy to be left out of the business his elders get up to.

He flees, clutching the precious bottle tight to his chest. Down the stairs, through the halls, to Finduilas’ well appointed little suite. A set of rooms fit for a princess, with a hidden window out onto the river and a fresco of the Awakening at Lake Cuiviénen.

In a middle hallway, hanging like a late morning fog, he finds Orodreth. His listlessness seemsto sharpen for a moment. “Curufinwion. Your quarters are not this direction.”

Very little is this direction, except sleeping rooms and the odd garden. Besides, he cannot bring himself to lie to Orodreth, who looks so hammered thin, like gold foil where once he was solid gold. “I’m helping Finduilas with the kittens,” he says, bracing for rage. Instead he just gets a queer smile.

“You’re a sweet boy, Curufinwion— I worry it will only hurt you.” Orodreth pauses, as if he has something else to say, then simply adds, “On you go.”

He rushes on.

“It’s unlocked!” Finduilas calls when he knocks. He finds her sitting in a corner where the tiled flooring is very close to the heating strung between Nargothrond’s layers. A cave system within a cave system of elaborate pipes, tubes, and interstitial spaces, pumper variously full of hot water or hot air. Because of the slight unevenness to their natural floors, some spots can get hotter than others. It’s better to wear shoes when walking, even on clear ground.

On the edge of the hot spot, is a fleece lined box full of squirming kittens. A few more adventurous ones are trying to climb out of their container, but wobbly as they are they quickly topple. The rest are content to nap or complain. In the middle, Finduilas is slowly hearing the last of Finrod’s final batch of kitten food, while in her lap she prepares the new, makeshift formula.

He watches her hum the moisture out of the milk, slightly transfixed by the effortless songweaving. He knows how to throw power into an act or an object, how to coerce steel to crystallize coherently or coax a gem into being. Those are wordless incantations. The greatest power of all is in the voice. Did the people not name themselves Quendi—the speakers?

Celebrimbor has always been slow to speak, hesitant to sing. Someday, he’s sure he’ll find his voice but until then can only watch the simplest of knowings in awe.

When she finishes, the milk is thicker, soupy.

“Separate out the eggs,” she directs. “We only need the yolk.”

He juggles the egg between shells, pulling out the yolk. At a loss for what to do with the whites, he swallows them down, the way he’s seen Celegorm do before, and relishesFinduilas’ disgusted giggle. It’s worth the slimy sensation as they go down his throat.

On they go, mixing new milk as the old slowly heats. After Celebrimbor adds the final touch, a drop of Valinorean clarity, Finduilas declares it ready for a switch.

“If we both nurse a kitten at once it’ll go faster,” she says. Patiently, she demonstrates how she feeds them, a tiny spoon with a tube down the handle, a rag tip dipped in the goo.

The little tabby feels even smaller in his lap. It’s barely palmsized, shaky on its legs, with two tiny teeth beginning to poke out of its pink gums.

“Every two hours,” he marvels.

Finduilas nods. “It’s what they need.”

“Isn’t this going a bit far? They can’t survive on their own and you’re marshalling all the resources of a kingdom to help them. In nature they’d be dead.” It feels cruel to say with the kitten sucking at his fingertip, but it’s true. It’s forbidden to kill a mother bear in her den but when a nursing dam is killed by accident, Celegorm always marshals his riders to hunt down the cubs. Better an arrow than starvation, he’d say.

“Well, we’re not nature, are we?” Finduilas can’t gesture much with her hands full of kitten but the way she’s using her eyebrows suggests she wants to. “Look at us, in our city with our fine clothes—“

“Well, we made that—“

“Insulating ourselves from nature. Setting ourselves above it, denying the Valar who made it, marking ourselves the masters of it. A master must do charity, in my opinion.” She argues like a politician, like Celegorm, like Finrod.

“They’re cats,” Celebrimbor protests weakly.

“City cats, dependent on us. Grown fat on the pests of our store rooms. They protect us so we must protect them.” Distracted by debate, she’s let up the rhythm of feeding. The kitten screams in protest. “Yes, yes. Spoiled little orcling!”

“They’re lovely kittens,” Celebrimbor says, “I’m just not sure of the economics of it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, I won’t go rescuing every orphaned badger in the woods. It’d be too much for me to handle. But once in a while I like to be uselessly kind.”

Too sweet for your own good, Celebrimbor thinks, remembering Orodreth’s pronouncement. Ah, well, at least they’re doomed together.

Celebrían finds him in his study, feeding the runt of the litter. At just five days old,it demands food nearly constantly. Celebrimbor has set up its box with a hot water bottle desk side and settled in for a few weeks of paperwork. Luckily Narvi isn’t here to see how the great craftsmen of the Eldar are defeated by a baby the weight of a plum.

As he nurses the mewling, legs splayed newborn, he hums a little song for strengthening. It may not be enough to overcome what the little one has stacked against it, a low birth weight, maternal rejection, poor digestion. But it can’t hurt.

Celebrían bursts in without so much as a warning. “‘Lo, Uncle— what is that?”

“A kitten, I thought you knew enough to realize that.”

She scowls at him. “But why is it here?”

“I’m feeding it. Its mother wouldn’t and someone has to step in.”

“It’s sick, Uncle,” she explains, as if to a child. “It can’t survive.”

“It can if somebody helps it.”

The idea seems to baffle her.

“They’re cats, they only live a dozen years. You’re not saving it for long.”

There’s an unspoken reason that elves tend to favor pedigrees rather than pets. You stop getting attached the same way after six or seven generations. Some of his friends have had excellent luck with great turtles, or talking birds from Valinor via Westernesse, but Celebrimbor has always had a simple heart.

“I’m sure that dozen years will be very fulfilling.”

“You’re not even sure you can save it,” she accuses, more confounded than angry.

He could give her a long speech, a great oration. With teenagers sometimes simple is better. “No, but I’d like to try.”

“It must be hard.”

“Very much so,” he dips his syringe back in the warm milk and takes another pull. The formula, made how Finduilas taught him so many years ago (with a few exclusions, Valinorean water is impossible to find these days), is soupy and requires extra pressure “I’m getting less sleep than usual and you know that’s a feat.”

Celebrían creeps closer, curious despite her youthful pessimism. “I don’t understand.”

The kitten’s belly is starting to distend, it licks its jaws between sips more often now. Soon it will be drifting off to sleep, ready to return to its warm paradise in the box. He’s lined it with soft blankets and added some walnut-shell weighted bags that hold heat well.

“A cousin of ours taught me that we must practice what separates us from beasts and monsters. Even if it sometimes means being tender hearted .” Truth be told, he doesn’t even notice the softness these days. It means he’s well in practice.

It’s an exercise in hubris as well as altruism. How bold to think he can single-handedly save a creature so fragile! Bones like splinters, skin like tissue, he’s handling a creation more delicate than any gem. But he’s done it before, under far less ideal conditions. There was an orphaned bird when Elrond was a youth, amid the shaking husk of Beleriand. A baby bat when he dwelt among the dwarves, he’d had to be careful with that one for fear of the beast-madness dwarven lore warned about. And there are always surplus kittens in the world.

You should not try to save the world if you cannot save a single corner of it.

Like she’s peeking at a dead body, Celebrían peers over his arm at the kitten. “It’s so little,” she marvels, not dismissive now, but fond.

“Would you like to hold it?” he offers, and can’t resist teasing. “It’s about time for it to defecate.”

Her mother’s daughter, Celebrían doesn’t even blink. “Can I?”

As he settles her with the round, happy kitten and a warm cloth, he wonders if she too will someday look back on this as a youth lost. The world is full of tragedies, a whirlwind of lost cities, lost cousins, and lost kittens. Here they sit, cupped hands full of yawning baby, holding back a storm

#new year fics #silmarillion fanfiction #celebrimbor #finduilas #celebrian

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fallingstarsau · 9 months

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The Allegiances of the Alliance: The Thundercrash Guild

The Thundercrash Guild:

Luminary: Star Icefall- A massive, fluffy Grey-Blue point molly that has a notable scar across her shoulder and blue eyes. She/Her.

The Star-Speaker: Spottedleaf- A small, fluffy dappled tortoiseshell molly decorated in many herbs and with amber eyes. She/They.

The Herbalist: Featherwhisker- A very old, massive fluffy white cat with long curly fur and pale yellow eyes. They/them.

The Council:

The Heir: Lionheart- A massive short-furred yellow charlie with a fluffy mane, tufted tail, and amber eyes. He/They.

The Crafting Head: Cricketleap: A mainly white calico tom with short curly fur and dark amber eyes. He/him.

The Hunting Head: Snowstorm- A light grey point charlie, with pale yellow and blue eyes. Xe/xem

The Head Cook: Dappletail- A mainly black calico molly with pale blue eyes. She/They..

The Keeper: Speckletail- A tabby dilute calico molly, with sharp amber eyes. She/her.

Warriors:

Featherdance- A pure white, blue eyed, deaf molly with short curly fur. He/They.

Tigerclaw- A massive, dark brown-red tabby tom with piercing dark red amber eyes. He/him

Darkstripe- A short, tortoiseshell tabby tom with yellow eyes. He/him.

Mousesnap- A small, short furred molly with pale yellow eyes. She/Her.

Goldenflower- A large, fluffy golden molly with green eyes. She/Her.

Aspentail- A sleek, large eared, silver tabby with a very long tail and pale blue eyes. They/He.

Crafters:

Elkhowl- A stocky, brown tabby tom with a cropped tail and amber eyes. He/him.

Fuzzybranch- A very spiky black charlie with pale yellow-green eyes. He/She/They.

Chestnutclaw- A short dark red molly with a bobbed tail and one blue eye. She/He.

Herb-Keepers:

Rosetail: A pale dilute rose tortoiseshell molly with a large, bushy tail and pale amber eyes. She/they.

Thrushwing: A pale brown speckled tom with fluffy fur, a long tail, and pale green eyes. He/him.

Cooks:

Falconflight- A tall pale brown tabby tom with pale green eyes. He/him.

Patchtooth- An old, grizzled black and white molly with cracked teeth and amber eyes. She/her.

Monarchs:

Willowsong- A fluffy grey tabby molly with blue-green eyes, and tufted ears. She/Her

Brindleface- A large fluffy grey spotted molly with distinctive markings and dark green eyes. They/She/Xe

Frostfang- A small, thick-furred white tom with blue eyes, who is partially deaf. He/They.

Apprentices:

Sandpaw- A pale yellow and rose torbie molly with olive green eyes. She/Her.

Cherrypaw- A mute, heavily scarred dark red tabby with dark leaf green eyes. She/They.

Dustpaw- A dark brown charlie with amber eyes and an extra toe on each paw. They/Them.

Ravenpaw- A pure black tom with a white spot on his chest, and purple-yellow eyes. He/him.

Fogpaw- A fluffy striped grey tom with amber eyes, and a short tail. He/him.

Rustpaw- A small fluffy red charlie, with green eyes and a long fluffy tail. They/them.

Wrenpaw- A large fluffy calico molly with blue-green eyes and a long fluffy tail.

Kittens:

Brightkit- A ginger and white kitten.

Swiftkit- A black and white kitten.

Elders:

Adderfang- A patchy furred red tabby tom, with yellow eyes and long fangs. He/him.

Breezeflight- A pure white, green eyed charlie with long fur. They/them.

Shrewear- A small, grumpy, mottled grey and brown tom with distinctly small ears. He/Him

Mumblerose- An ancient molly with a patchy dull red coat, cracked teeth, and shredded ears. She/Her. The oldest cat in the Thundercrash guild.

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shoutout to @bonefall for their allegiances! It’s a real live saver.

#fallingstarsau #the thunderstruck #the alliance #warrior allegiances #allegiances #ahh this took so long.#Anyways!#xenomog #xenomoggy

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docgold13 · 2 years

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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

Mid-Summer Supplemental - The Marvelous Super Pets

Lockjaw the Pet Avenger

This pupper’s mother was subjected to the mutagenic properties of the Terrigen Mist. As a result, Lockjaw and his littermate were bestowed super powers. Lockjaw grew into a massive form possessing greatly enhanced strength, cosmic awareness and the ability to teleport himself and others across vast distances, even between dimensions. Along with serving as watchdog to The Inhuman Royal Family, Lockjaw has additionally embarked on many adventures alongside countless heroes, including the Fantastic Four, Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man. He additionally helped form the mighty Pet Avengers! Lockjaw first appeared in Fantastic Four Vol. 1 #45 (1965).

Chewie the Flerken

Carol Danvers, the heroic Captain Marvel, was unaware that her pet cat, Chewie, was actually a powerful alien being known as a Flerken. The pocket dimensions these Flerken possess within them proved to be of great help during Captain Marvel’s adventures in space. A version of Chewie appeared in the Captain Marvel movie, renamed ‘Goose’ and portrayed by a quartet of tabbies named Gonzo, Rizzo, Archie and Reggie. Chewie first appeared in Giant-Size Ms. Marvel #1 (2006).

Bats the Ghost Dog

Bats was an aged basset hound who ended up in the care of Stephen Strange during the time he had become a veterinarian after being deposed from his title of Sorcerer Supreme. Strange enchanted Bats with a translation spell that allowed his barks to be interpreted as English. An encounter with Loki resulted in Bats suffering a fatal heart attack. The old boy had so enjoyed his time with Dr. Strange, however, that he decided to stay at the sorcerer’s side in a ghostly form. As a specter, Bats continued to accompany Strange on many adventures. He’s a very good boy and first appeared in the pages of Doctor Strange Vol .1 #381 (2017).

Tippy-Toe The Squirrel

The intrepid squirrel known as Tippy-Toe first aided The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl in a battle against the villainous Maelstrom. From there on out Tippy and Squirrel Girl became inseparable and Tippy has proven her valor time and time again as one of the best sidekicks a superhero could ever ask for. She first appeared in the pages of Great Lakes Avengers #4 (2005).

Lucky the Pizza Dog

Lucky had previously belonged to the villainous Tracksuit Vampires, but he chose to save the Avenger, Hawkeye, and ended up hit by a car. Hawkeye rushed the dog to a veterinarian. Although he lost an eye, Lucky made a full recovery and went on to be a constant companion to both Hawkeyes, Clint Barton and Kate Bishop. His favorite food is pizza! Lucky featured in the Disney+ series Hawkeye, portrayed by a pair of pooches named Jolt’ and Eevee. Lucky first appeared in Hawkeye Vol. 4 #1 (2012)

Redwing the Avenger

Sam Wilson came across a juvenile falcon while exploring the caribbean island of Exile. Sam named him Redwing and the two soon discovered they shared a psychic bond where the two could communicate through telepathy. Sam would go on to find that he could commune in this fashion with most all bird, but his link with Redwing remained the strongest. Redwing would go on to be Sam’s partner throughout his many adventures as both The Falcon and Captain America. He first appeared in Captain America Vol. 1 #117 (1969).

Jeff The Landshark

Jeff was created by the villainous BRODOCK who had mutated sharks into bipedal creatures. Jeff was not especially vicious and ended up being taken in as a pet by Gwenpool. After spending some time on Monster Island, Gwen decided to leave Jeff in the care of Deadpool after she had doubts that she would have a solo series again, causing her to be worried about his future. The little guy first appeared in the pages of West Coast Avengers Vol. 3 #7 (2019).

Oliver, Lucifer & Figaro

Some time back, the villainous Sabertooth gathered up a trio of kittens who he planned to eat as a ‘snack.’ Mystique saved the kittens, depositing them in Gambit’s apartment. Mystique had believed Gambit would feel annoyed or put upon having to take care of the three cats. To the contrary, Gambit loved the little fur-balls and they have brought tremendous joy to his life. He named them each after cats who have appeared in Disney animated movies. Now grown, the three cats currently live in Gambit and Rogue’s residence in the Braddock Lighthouse on the isle of Krakoa. Oliver, Lucifer, and Figaro first appeared in Astonishing X-Men Vol. 3 #62 (2013).

Cosmo the Space Dog

Cosmo was formerly a test animal for the Soviet Space Program (СССР). He was launched into Earth's orbit as part of an experiment but his spacecraft drifted out of orbit and entered into a wormhole that sent him to the space station known as Knowhere. At some point during his spacial drift, cosmic rays mutated Cosmo, giving him his psionic powers. Thereafter, he became the station's Chief of Security for Knowhere. Cosmo makes a cameo appearance in the movie, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1 where he is portrayed by Fred the Dog. The space-faring doggo first appeared in the pages of Nova Vol. 4 #8 (2007).

Liho & Alpine

Who would have guessed that the cold warriors known as The Black Widow and Winter Soldier would have such warm hearts when it comes to cats? Well, they do and both of these Avengers have found themselves adopted by a pair of furballs. Liho decided to make the Natasha Romanoff hers in the pages of Black Widow Vol. 5 #1 (2014); whereas Alpine took in Bucky Barnes in Winter Soldier Vol. 2 #1 (2018).

Lockheed the Dragon

Lockheed is a member of a highly advanced dragon-like extra-terrestrial race. Lockheed himself was celebrated by his own as a brave fighter and hero against the Brood. Kitty Pryde of the X-Men happened upon Lockheed during an adventure that took the X-Men into space. She took care of the little dragon as though he were a pet, not realizing his sophisticated intellect. The two had numerous adventure together and it was later revealed that Lockheed had been assigned by his kind to stay with the X-Men so to keep tabs on them. Kitty felt betrayed when she ultimately learned this truth, yet she and Lockheed were ultimately able to amend their friendship. The dragon first appeared in the pages of Uncanny X-Men Vol. 1 #166 (1983).

Mister Dibbles

A turtle is an interesting pet for the fastest man alive, but that does not change the fact that the Avenger known as Quicksilver loves little Mr. D here with all his heart. The terrific turtle first appeared in Quicksilver: No Surrender #2 (2018).

Niels The Cat

Niels was exposed to the same cosmic energies that imbued the heroic Speedball with his special powers. Niels gained the same powers and is able to generate a protective forcefield that absorbs all kinetic energy and redistribute the energy by bouncing about like a pinball. Niels embarked on numerous adventures alongside Speedball and even joined the lad during his memo phases wherein Speedball became ‘Penance’ and Niles became ‘P-Cat The Petulant Puss.’ Niles was later adopted by Jim Hammond, the original Human Torch. The fantastic feline first appeared in Speedball #1 (1988).

Zabu of The Savage Land

Zabu is a Smilodon (or saber-tooth tiger) who grew up in the Savage Land (an artificial preserve for prehistoric wildlife situated in deep Antarctica). Zabu became the companion of Ka-Zar the Savage and the two would embark on many adventures together. Later, Zabu joined Ka-Zar’s wife, Sahnna in a competition to possesses the Phoenix Force. He first appeared in X-Men Vol. 1 #10 (1965).

Mewnir

Mewnir (or Mew for short) is a white-haired cat owned by Nancy Whitehead, the roommate and best friend of the Unbeatable Squirrel Girl. Mewnir is named after the phonetic pronunciation of Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir. Mew's diet consists of half a cup of kibble mixed with half a can of wet food per day, so keep that in mind! She first appeared in Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Vol. 1 #1 (2015).

Ms. Lion

The fabulous Ms. Lion is a small dog owned by May Parker and lived in Queens, New York. The little pupper ended up joining Lockjaw’s Pet Avengers in an adventure where the team prevented the Infinity Gems from falling into evil hands. In the universe of Spider-Man and The Amazing Friends, doggo is cared for by the heroine, Firestar. Ms. Lion first appeared in the pages of Lockjaw and the Pet Avengers #1 (2009).

Throg the Thunder Frog!

A frog who possesses the power of Thor. He is Throg! ...and first appeared in the pages of Lockjaw and the Pet Avengers #1 (2009).

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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10. Cats in the basket by the fireplace

With Bob! From tgm!

Maybe even some black cats?

EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!! I'm screamin babes!!! Cat!Dad Bob and literal Daddy!Bob are running like crazy through my brain right now

Bozeman, MT

November, 2022

The fire crackled away in the fireplace of the big log cabin you and Bob had built on the land you owned in Montana, the blizzard already howling outside and pelting the windows with snow.

Right next to the fireplace was the basket where the cats all slept at night. Beau, the big Maine Coon, had a bad habit of pissing Bob off with the dead birds and mice he'd leave near the kitchen door, but on nights like this, he was one of the best footwarmers you and Bob had ever asked for.

Maisie was the white Angora with mismatched eyes, one blue and another green, the queen of the pack who curled up in your lap and purred every night after dinner. You and Bob had been to a friend's graduation from the Naval Academy in Maryland and had found Maisie cowering under a mailbox on the streetcorner. Ever since then, Maisie was yours.

Oliver was a little orange tabby cat who had been found in almost the same way, a bedraggled kitten in a rained out box on the streets. Bob had found him on a walk one night and had stuck him inside his hoodie, bringing him home to you. Every time you watched "Oliver and Company" after that, you and Bob were practically in tears.

Thunder was the slinky little Siamese cat that had wandered onto the property, a beautiful little kitty with a shiny cream colored coat, ashy, black markings on her face, paws and tail and GINORMOUS blue eyes that reminded you almost of Bob's. Some days you looked at her and swore she was a queen's cat in a past life.

Jiji and Salem were the last two to join the clan, the blackest cats with the greenest eyes you had ever seen. Once you had gotten the ever living shit scared out of you when you saw Jiji's eyes at night, lurking in the halls. You and Bob had a long running joke about how you could never get either of them to fly right on a broomstick.

"Ok buddy, ok," Bob murmured to the wriggling newborn in his arms. "You're gonna meet some furry friends of Momma and Daddy's."

Bob crouched low to the ground and sure enough, the cats came right to him, hesitantly at first but the sight of a new little human filled them with curiosity.

"He'll be ok if they start licking him right?" you chuckled.

"Counting on the fact that at least all of them have woken up at some point or another in his crib," Bob said.

Each of the cats got a sniff or two in before Bob was able to get to his feet and stand up right. The three of you moved to the couch where you snuggled close together, your son letting out a tiny little coo before the cats began climbing all over.

"Thank God your mom and dad took Teeter for the winter," you said. "He'd chase the cats all the way to the attic if he got the chance."

Bob laughed a little bit at the thought that sprang into his mind. Once the cats had settled in, you and Bob did the same, warming yourselves close to the fire while the blizzard howled away outside.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #tgm prompts #top gun maverick shortfics

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catfindr · 4 months

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#petfinder #catfinder #cat #kitten #kitty #food mention #olive #tricolor tabby #va #virginia

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compariisonkills · 3 months

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#tabby #tabby cat #tiger #cat #cats of tumblr #kittens #kitten #oliver

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zekeyspaceylizard · 2 years

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Grief is a hell of a drug.

There was a time when I was younger that I didn’t think internet friends were as important as real life ones. Then I met Oliver. Oliver was a fan of mine from the old Newgrounds and AlbinoBlackSheep days. We met on steam and got along well. Very well, in fact. We had similar senses of humor, and many of my favorite jokes and memes and gags came from him. He lived in the UK and I lived in the US and we talked via Steam for years and later, when it was available, Discord.

Oliver was like a brother to me. We talked about frustrations and pain in our lives we didn’t share with anybody else. We’d theorycraft about updates to DOTA2 and other games we liked to play. Discuss stupid crap in pop culture and shoot the shit for hours. Oliver always believed in me and, like many of my other online friends, never quite understood why I’ve become such an unlucky massive disappointment as an adult, potential all squandered. He always told me he wished our lives were better. So we could both be happy.

He’d send me music sometimes for bands I’d never heard of, introducing me to things I’d never experienced. Through him I started to realize that he was just as important to me as any real life friends I’d had. Even more so in many cases as many of them got older and found success and moved on with careers of their own, while I continued to struggle here and make something of myself.

He was there to console me when I had my nervous breakdown in 2009 that lead me into a deep depression. He was there to cheer me up when I turned 30 years old and was depressed again. He never got a chance to turn 30.

A bit over a year ago he was feeling poorly and saw a doctor and learned he had lymphoma. The prognosis was good and he felt confident he’d beat it. He’s show me photos of the giant ghastly lumps on his skin where his lymph nodes used to be. And I hoped and prayed to whatever I could that it would all go well and he’d recover and have a normal life. But I wouldn’t be writing all this if that were the case.

A couple weeks ago he had lost the ability to walk properly due to developing anasarca as well. It made him unable to visit family in Germany which broke him as he wanted to see them one last time. His last couple of big outings was meeting his boyfriend in the US and later attending a Newgrounds meetup where he got to hang out with Luis, another Newgrounds animator he was friends with. He was in bad shape at that point, a bag of fluid around his heart mutating into a giant growth that protruded from his chest. But even that he took lightly and would crack jokes about. He was just that kinda guy.

Over the years I had drawn stuff for him, usually involving his beloved orange tabby cat, whom he had raised from a kitten. The week he had learned he had lymphoma, that cat was hit by a car and killed. He grieved for it a lot. He loved that cat and would send me pics of it all the time. I even painted that cat as a kaiju once, lording over a city. That illustration is lost to time. I wish I’d kept it.

The one bright spot was months later he found an abandoned black kitten and adopted it. It was one of the few positive things in his life anymore.

As his condition grew worse, I asked him a handful of times if he wanted me to draw or paint him anything to cheer him up. As an artist it was all I could really do for the guy. I’d have donated my own lymph nodes or heart to him if I could have, but such things arent possible. About a week ago he finally had a request. He wanted me to paint something from the game Jet Set Radio and Jet Set Radio Future, which were two of his favorites as a kid. He was eager to try out Bomb Rush Cyberfunk since it looked like a spiritual revival of that series.

So I painted like a madman. Painted as hard as I could, sleeping little, hoping to make something he would love. His birthday would have been last Thursday, just a couple days ago. At around 1 am, the night prior, I sent him the painting. He was offline, which struck me as odd. He was one of those guys who was always connected to the web, usually playing Runescape. It was ominous.

Then 24 hours passed, with him neither online on Discord or Steam. I had a bad feeling that he was already gone. And learned hours later, from his other friend Luis, this was indeed the case.

My beloved friend Ollie died the night I finished his birthday gift. He never got a chance to see it. He never got to celebrate one last birthday. I wish I’d sent the unfinished version when I had the chance. I wish I could have made him happy, even for a little bit, in the multitude of ways he often brightened my days.

But it won’t happen now. It’s a very strangling feeling. Like someone has wrapped razor wire around my throat and is winding it tighter and tighter. All we needed was one more day. Not a lot to ask for, in the grand scheme of things.

There’s not much more else to say so I’ll end this with a link to a video he and I used to reference all the time. A cartoon we often chuckled at, and one of his favorites. We Get The Night.

Rest in Peace, Ollie. You absolute lad. You beautiful bastard. I hope if there’s a heaven that you save me a seat, man.

#oliver #jet set radio #gum #graffiti #art

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blorbologist · 1 year

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Cat’s Cradle - Chapter 3

Ch 1 ... Ch 2

Babysitting has never been Percy’s strong suit.

Before - before, of course he was occasionally left to mind the younger siblings. It usually amounted to him ordering pizza and the twins either watching a movie together or watching him play video games. They never had the patience for his tinkering, and Ludwig would sleep through the whole evening.

After the second or third fight the parents returned to, or the fifth or sixth kitchen science lab incident, well. Percy was usually left to his tinkering, and Whitney and Oliver were just about old enough to mind themselves and the littler ones.

So Percy is at a loss as to what to do with these charges.

The one Vex offloaded on him has settled down, the tempo of its kneading much slowed. Four other voices mewl out at intervals, still displeased. They’ll be safe soon, he knows - Vex won’t let them down. He won’t. They’ll give them a good meal, bring them to the shelter in the morning, and hopefully get a trap for Curio and reunite her with her young.

Ah. The shelter will want to know everything possible about the litter, he’s sure.

Percy carefully eases the slate kitten back into the nest - its head jostles, trying to follow his retreating fingers. “I’ll be right back,” he promises, and sets up his workstation.

Scale, steel bowl, notepad, and laptop open on three webpages about neonates later, Percy keeps his word and scoops up that kitten again.

“Biggest - solid blue?” he murmurs as he writes into the table. With the bowl on the scale, its screen blinking 0.0g, he slides the kitten in -

it wails, writhing in protest, doing its best to lift itself out. Percy curses and scoops it up, grabs a hand towel to dump in. “Oh dear - I’m sorry, that was cold.”

This time when he weighs the kitten, it does not recoil. He, Percy decides, with a glance under the tail, at the guide, back again. Gods this is confusing.

His little notepad slowly fills up.

Solid blue - 137.3 grams - male?

Brown w black stripes - 124.6 grams - female?

Blue tabby - 125.8 grams - ???

Blue tabby - 123.1 grams - ???

Percy squints at the page and back at the litter. Rummaging through Victor’s blueprint desk - no, how about - ah, there! He won’t miss a little ribbon.

It’s easy to amend his notes:

Blue tabby - 125.8 grams - ??? - green collar

Blue tabby - 123.1 grams - ??? - white collar

And, last but not least:

White ? - 117.0 grams - female

This one he examines a touch longer. She’s the smallest - he says she, the only one he’s fairly confident is female. And maybe it’s just the fact she is the runt but she wobbles as she tries to join the cuddle pile. Her movements are uncoordinated - with the caveat that the all are, being only hours old. There’s just something worming at the back of his head he does not like.

Her ears are a touch darker, yet he is fairly certain these newborns have not had any chance to get dirty yet.

Percy carefully wets his finger and rubs her ears. No grime coming off, though the kitten tries to lean into the touch with a whimper.

Curious.

Checking his watch, there’s still at least half an hour until Vex will return with formula.

Recalling how the grey male had calmed down in his hold, Percy hauls a chair nearer to the forge, carefully bringing the basket of kittens with him. He then, one by one, piles them in his lap. They gravitate to eachother, murmuring, but to his hands, too.

Satisfied, Percy thumbs their baby-down fur. One by one, they fall asleep, and it’s a struggle not to join them.

Watching Vex prepare the bottle feeding formula is frustrating. Mostly because Percy wants to make himself useful - Vex took one look at the litter in his lap and gleefully told him to sit tight. All he can do is guess as best he can what she’s looking for and call its location before she turns the space upside down looking for it.

It was also frustrating because the kittens are awake again and now screaming with hunger, looking desperately for their mother. Percy tears his gaze from Vex to herd one of the blue tabbies back in place for the fifth time before giving up.

“I don’t know why you’re so insistent about this,” he complains, one hand keeping the kittens from falling as the other deposits them one at a time in the basket. “I know where everything is. It would be more efficient.”

Satisfied with the temperature of the water, Vex glances at him as she spoons it into the powder already in the mug. “Aww - but I hadn’t had a chance to take a picture yet!”

“Excuse me?”

Vex lets his affront sit as she whisks the formula together with a scavenged fork. “For Keyleth and Vax.” She knocks him back with a wicked wink when he has the wherewithal to look at her and not his wiggling charges.

The happy couple left yesterday on a roadtrip to Zephrah, with plans to stay a week with Keyleth’s father before embarking on the two day drive back. Percy’s not overly bothered by Keyleth’s absence - he does not think himself overly reliant on physical contact or proximity, and their conversations more than make up for their usually incompatible schedules regardless. She sends photos of the ride when she has reception, he tosses any nature factoids he’s stumbled on or some heads up about sightseeing in her area.

Vex, though, is already a little twitchy without Vax in the apartment they share. From her activity feed she’s spent her time off work with just about everyone in turn, or talking to Trinket with more babytalk than usual.

Not that he’s paying attention.

“You were so cute holding them,” Vex continues. She pauses to let drops of the formula against her wrist. “Perfect! Oh - keep the last one, I’ll be ready in a minute.”

Percy stills his hand on the brown tabby - he had thought it black until he spied the stripes of brown and a paler face in better light - and turns his hold into an awkward pet. The tiny head butts up into his thumb as the kitten lets out another cry.

“Cute?” He stifles his snort in a grin for the kitten’s sake. “I don’t believe I’ve ever been cute. Maybe… handsome.” Vex hums, smoothly pouring the formula and preparing the rubbery cap - he knows exactly what it’s called and he refuses to think it, no. “Elegant. Cool.”

“Broody,” Vex teases.

“That’s Vax.”

“Oh, he’s certainly got the aesthetic. But I was thinking chicken broody. Fussing over cute little babies. Which is incredibly cute.”

Percy makes a face he is fairly certain the kitten mirrors, though the sources of their displeasure are completely different. Further distinguishing them: he is fairly certain cats cannot blush.

Vex has mercy on him, pulling over a chair to sit beside him. Sets up a towel in her lap. “Okay, so it’s been a while, but I think I remember this well enough.”

“I’m still not sure how you acquired such a skillset.” He settles the kitten in her lap - picks it back up to make sure its legs are splayed a little more comfortably. “Trinket was on solid foods when you acquired him, if I am remembering right?”

She shrugs. “Our mother fostered all sorts of baby animals. Never long - we did not have the funds or room for, say, a litter of puppies. But it was something we did together, as a family.”

Percy thinks he was going to say something - a comment, or maybe a gentle prod about this ever-elusive Elaina - but Vex’s eyes crease just so at the corners and he does not mind to lose it.

“Hi baby,” she coos. “Hungry?”

Baby is, indeed, hungry - it takes a couple tries, with Percy holding his breath (what if they don’t eat? What if they choke? What if -) for each attempt until the pale little paws reach for the air and he hears, beyond his heart, the faint suckling of a tiny, tiny creature.

Her hand is steady, holding up the bottle. “What a brave little girl!”

This voice is made for nests and secrets in the woods and the rare moments Trinket feared. Not her grand repertoire for cajoling and prompting and all of Vex that drew attention, but the Vex that insisted here, now, there was a greater wonder than she.

(He might beg to disagree, if he remembered to speak.)

(Truly, Curio could not have had worse timing.)

“Percy!” She brings him back to himself - and the kitten, now purring up a storm. The little tail can’t quite stick up but gives its best effort. And the little ears - still folded almost flat against the head - are twitching with each suckle.

He had not expected the ear wiggles. Vex’s grin stutters with awe. Oh, gods, he’s melting.

“Cute,” Percy echoes, just clipped enough to sound controlled. Not sappy. Not.

“Of course.” She peers at him from the corner of her eye. “Want to give it a try? There’s a second bottle.”

“One second.”

Percy fishes for his phone, snaps a picture and sends it to Keyleth. Vex is laughing as soon as she clues into the ploy.

“Alright - I’m ready.”

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