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g0ose-bumps · 7 months

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Soap Gets a Visitor

Soap and Ghost but cat edition™.

There was a cat staring at him from the halls of their base. It was sitting in front of his door and it's fur was a striped tawny brown. The size of it threw him off; it was shockingly massive for what looked to be a tabby. There was a hard glint in it's eyes that made it look remarkably human in its distaste.

Soap stares back. He rubs a hand over his eyes tiredly. It was a strange day when he was hallucinating indifferent cats right outside his doorway. Soap should really wake up now.

He wipes his face more vigorously and closes his eyes. Counts to ten and opens them. The cat was still there. This time it looked even more unamused at him. Feline features showing a minute displeasure in the way it grimaced.

Soap boggles for a second. If he wasn't dreaming then that meant there actually was a cat on base. He couldn't believe the balls on whoever brought the cat in. They were really pushing their luck. Aside from working dogs, animals weren't allowed and even then, Soap tried his hardest to avoid them. Dogs and Soap had never gotten along. The scars from his last encounter were just another reminder of that.

The bushy ringed tail of the cat swishes on the ground, thumping loudly at the flooring. The sound shocks him from his stupor and draws his focus to the black tip that was waving jerkily by his feet. The cat seemed to be annoyed at Soap's lack of attention on it and was handily showing him its ire.

Soap makes a quick decision. It wasn't every day he got to pet a cat, and despite Soap's poor relationship with dogs, he liked cats. They were more prone to giving him space and walking away when they had enough. And he couldn't help but have a fondness for them; they reminded him of a certain lieutenant of his afterall.

Soap furtively checks for anyone around. It would be best if there were no witnesses. He didn't want to get sent to latrine duty if he was caught. Soap just knew Price would do it if he had any inkling that he was going to let the cat stay with him till he found its owner.

It was only going to be a couple hours anyway and it was better for everyone if he had the cat in his room. He couldn't let the animal roam around the base unattended.

The sergeant crouches down and offers a hand. The cat only wrinkles it's nose and backs away from the hand.

"Yer a tough customer." He chuckles softly. "Ye remind me of someone I ken." He tells the disinterested animal.

It pauses, yellow green eyes tracking him curiously.

Soap grins and withdraws his hand. "Curious now?" A tail swishes impatiently. "Aye, ye are aren't ya." He replies back teasingly.

The cat gets up and stretches, it's mouth opening to show off its teeth in a large meandering yawn. Soap felt he could relate. He'd been wakened by scratching at the door. According to his beside clock, it was 0400 hours. Too early for anyone not on a night rotation to be up.

Ghost would be up though—albeit on duty. Soap was a little tempted to go and find the man. See how he'd react to the animal. Soap wasn't sure if they'd get along. Ghost liked dogs, but that didnt mean the reticent man would like cats too. Maybe the cat and Ghost would get into a cat fight and hiss at each other; it was a possibility.

Soap widens his door open and scoots back a few steps, crouching down low to encourage the cat to come in with low pss, pss, noises. He holds out a hand just in case the cat decided to rub against it for pets.

The cat only wrinkles it's whiskers and saunters through the door, pass his outstretched fingers. It had the sort of feline grace that was inherent to all cats (and a ghost) that made it seem like they owned the place and was only deigning to come in cause they felt like it and not because you wanted it to.

Soap was already halfway in love.

Despite the dimness of his room, it jumps neatly on Soap's bed, nudging around his sheets for the best spot to lay in. The cat seemed eerily focused on the bed. Soap couldn't help but find it a bit strange. Not that he had any experience in this exact circumstance, but usually animals tended to investigate new areas first. Though it did made sense if the cat was someone's pet and thus, was already used to the general layout. The sergeants room was just a basic copy of every other private room available.

The cat wiggled around some, deciding to lie in the exact centre of the bed. Soap snorts. "You're a demanding one, aren't ya." He sighs, a little helplessly. Warmth spread across his chest like weeds sprouting in pavement. God help him but he always did like the hard to please type.

Soap closes the door quietly. He carefully creeps up to his bed, wanting to see if he could pet the cat. With each step closer, the cat straightens up from its sprawl. It's ears flicks back for a moment and then eases. "I'm nae gonna hurt ye." Soap murmurs softly.

For all that the cat invited itself in, it seemed to be wrestling with itself in whether to flee or not. Closer up, he can see the fine scars that ran the bridge of its nose. It's eyes appeared to be set in a permanent glare. Soap was struck by the resemblance.

"Ye really do remind me of Ghost." Soap tells it wonderingly.

The cat freezes and it's ears flatten out showing the white spot on the backs. Soap manages to get one step away from it and lays a hand out near its mouth. He knew he was gambling. Leaving his hand vulnerable to bites was something only a fool would do. But some instinct of his told him he just had to be patient and outwait the cat.

It's white jaw twitches as if it wanted to bite. Soap waits. The cat bores a hole into him. There's a weighty pause, both of them seemed intent to wait and see what the other did first.

Soap thinks. It seemed to like hearing about Ghost, maybe talking about him would help.

"Ghost was like this too with me." He says.

The cat's orange tinged face scrunches up. "He was!" Soap argues. "He didn't like me talking to him at all." A wry grin forms on his mouth at the memories.

"But I wore him down." Soap inches closer against the bed, one finger touch away from the cat's scarred face. It's long whiskers twitches and it's eyes were dead set on him.

"Yer a bonnie one." He whispers to it.

The cat freezes. Soap takes a leap and strokes the side of its striped cheek. It was so soft Soap wanted to cry. At the touch, the rigidness of the cat melts away. It's tensed muscles unclench, visibly relaxing.

Soap does it again. A deep purr erupts from its chest, eyes closing blissfully as Soap rubs the base of its spotted ears.

"Yer just a big softie underneath the scars." He whispers, more to himself than anything. The words pour out like the fingers that ran a line down the curve of the cat's spine. It's back arched to follow his hand. He could feel the thick muscle and scars that hid beneath the striped fur. It's purrs going deeper still, vibrations shaking the white tuff on its chest.

The cat's striking eyes shut, caught on the bliss of Soap's careful hands.

Soap shifts despite himself, a pained exhale coming from his throat as he moved. His kneeling position by the bed was starting to hurt. The cats eyes open at the sound of Soap's pained grunt.

It got up shakily and walked to the far corner of his bed, away from Soap. "No, don't go." Soap pleads. He wanted to keep on stroking it's soft fur, but if the cat didn't want him to then he'd better give it some more space.

He gets up onto his feet and makes to move away. A plaintive meow stops him in his tracks. He turns to see pleading yellow eyes stare back at him. The cat seemed to want him to get on the bed and pet it some more.

"So demanding. Just like The Ghost." He grins. "Don't tell him I said this, but he's just a needy big guy like yerself. Ye both soak up attention like yer starving for it." Soap muses.

The cat's tail lashes at the remark. "Ach, don't be so mad." He shushes, coming closer to the bed and sitting on the side. "It's not's a bad thing—" Soap swings a foot carefully on to the bed. "Being needy that is." He finishes softly to the cat.

"I wish Ghost needed me more." Soap confides.

The cat's paw raises as if it wanted to push him away. It's all tensed up again, a hunch rising on its back. "It's okay." Soap croons. A hum grows from his throat. He shuffles closer, sheets ruffling up under his movements.

"We all need some love in our life." He lets a couple fingers hover near the cat's face. The cat stands dead still, it doesn't even appear to breath.

Soap rubs the top of its head near some of the scarring. Motor boat purrs stutter and start, sounding more like an engine than feline. It was shockingly loud. Even the cat looked surprised at the intensity.

He was beginning to think the animal wasn't anyone's pet, or at least not any longer. The cat didn't seem used to physical affection. It was scarily alike Ghost in all ways. Soap could tell that just like his lieutenant, those fine scars on its face and body went far deeper than the physical. It seemed simultaneously too confident and skittish with human contact.

Soap continues his mission to have the animal melt into mush. He carefully massages behind its ears and strokes underneath its chin. It seemed to like it. It's purrs taking up the whole room. The cat relaxes even more, going from solid to liquid. It resembled a lazy puddle more than an alert predator. Soap's heart swells until it feels fit to burst. The cat liked him!

Soap gets comfortable on the bed, fully enraptured by the animal sprawled out on it. The cat yawns again, it's eyes drooping in its apparent tiredness. Soap felt tired too. It was just so nice—having company right next to him, so warm and alive that wanted his affection.

His hand falters. He yawns. His eyes shut close. Everything felt like a hazy dream. If only Ghost was here, it'd be perfect. Soap could already imagine it: a nice cottage out in the countryside, a cat slinking around, going as it pleased and a gravely voice and an even more gravely body to cuddle up to. "Wish Ghost was here." He rambles to it tiredly. "I'd think you'd fall in love with him too." Tiredness draws heavy eyes shut.

"Just like I did."

Darkness chases his eyes. The sound of purrs drowns the rest.

Soap sleeps.

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Soap wakes up. He was lying on his bed over the covers. Strange. Wait. The cat. Where was the cat?

He looks around, trying to catalogue any sign of that bushy black tail but to no avail. He gets up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and checks his closet and underneath his bed. Still nothing. He checks to make sure the door was closed. Yup. Closed. His clock beeps at him shrilly. Shite. He had to go.

Soap readies up to go, making sure he got his boots on right and his sheets tucked properly. The cat would have to wait. If it was even there at all. It might have been all some dream of his. Though if it really wasn't a dream, the cat wouldn't have been able to leave his room without being able to suddenly open a door knob with no opposible thumb.

Regardless, he was going to be late if he dawdled longer. He rushes out of his door, not wanting a lecture from Price. Soap only got three metres from the doorframe before slamming right into something solid, large and black. Ghost.

"Sorry Lt." He chokes looking up, embarrassment colouring his cheeks pink. Ghost looks at him oddly. Something about his heavy gaze made the man appear vaguely embarrassed to Soap. Perhaps it was the visible squint in the lines around his eyes. Ghost had decided to forgo eyeblack this morning.

Ghost grunts at him.

"Ye happen to see a cat anywhere, sir?" Soap rubs a hand back his neck nervously. "Big tabby with a black tip?"

Ghost stiffens. "No." He barks agrivatedly and leaves. Soap is left watching the rapidly retreating back of his lieutenant.

Soap blinks. He could've sworn he saw the man blushing at what he said in the brief look he managed before the man beat a hasty retreat. There was a heavy red on the visible patch of skin. It was a noticeable departure from the sallow colour of the man's skin.

Did Ghost somehow know the cat?

One thing for sure, Ghost knew more than he was saying.

Soap was going to find out what.

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rain-clangen · 3 months

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The leader is gone. The deputy and healer are dead. Some of your clanmates' bodies have been found after their disappearance.

For all the fear that causes in the remainder of the clan, they soldier on with this mantra:

“Don’t worry. All will be washed away by rain.”

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

STARTING CATS (left to right in the picture)

Copperchest (27 moons) - a cream and white spotted tabby molly

Rosepaw (6 moons) - a cream classic tabby tom

Heathbloom (45 moons) - a white and golden brown speckled tabby tom

Emberpaw (11 moons) - a ginger tabby molly

Finchspeckle (37 moons) - a black speckled tabby molly

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

RULES:

1. Pre-set family ties for extra impact. 2. Exile and/or kill the leader, deputy, and healer. 3. Leave only 4-5 cats. 4. Not mandatory, but have at least one cat skills related to dreams, omens/prophecies, or ghosts. 5. mass extinction is off FOR NOW.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Welcome to RainClan, a clangen artlocke! Mostly inspired by @fog-and-the-frost, @gray-thistleclan and @brightclan.

I will be playing the game up to 100 moons and write a story based on it - hope you all can come along for the ride!

updates WILL be irregular due to my time, motivation, and energy, so please be patient!

#clangen #clan generator #warrior cats #warrior cats clangen #warriors #rainclan #allegiances #sorta. It’s just a lineup

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celtic-crossbow · 2 months

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MarchWeres Day 13

Prompt: Body Worship (NSFW alt prompt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby (oc)

Warnings: Oral (male rec); and well…body worship

Daryl was lying as still as he could, his entire body trembling with both a base need and an ingrained discomfort. His wife straddled his thighs, fully clothed while he was bare before her.

“I love your hair. How long it’s gotten, the little bit of gray in your beard. How both of those things remain true in both forms.” She slid her fingers through his hair and over the scruff on his chin.

“Your eyes were the first thing I ever noticed about you. You were so angry and mean, but it wasn’t in your eyes.” The archer knew to close them when she leaned forward, her red hair a thick curtain around them. Plush lips pressed softly against each eyelid before going straight to the tip of his nose. She sat up with a fond chuckle. “Cutest nose I’ve ever seen. I can never resist booping it.

Daryl snorted. It was true. Whether they were making love, arguing, hell, even in a fight against a few whisperers, his crazy wife had tapped the tip of his nose with a fingertip and a squeak of boop. He knew he had that lopsided smile on his face but it faded when her palms traveled down his neck to caressed his shoulders.

“My god, these shoulders. Always carrying the weight of the world, the burdens that don’t belong to you. Strong, capable.” He felt her thighs squeeze against his own and the scent of her sudden arousal was easy for his heightened sense of smell to pick up. “When you throw my legs over them and bury your face in my pussy, you drive me insane. If this was about me right now, I’d already be riding your face.”

“Could be ‘boutcha if—” Tabby shot him a look that had his mouth clicking shut. Well, couldn’t say he didn’t try.

“Your arms. Fighting, hauling that crossbow, protecting the people you love.” Her fingertips ghosted from the bend of elbows to his hands, her fingers intertwining with his own. “You lift me like I’m a feather, press me against the wall with these hands on my ass.” There was that press of her thighs again. “Just one of these fingers takes me higher than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Christ. She was trying to kill him.

As her hands approached his chest, he felt his stomach twist into knots. Strong muscle was hidden beneath skin that had softened with age. It was the entire reason he was below her at that moment. She found him with his forehead against the shower wall, just looking down at himself, his lip curled in disgust. Hell, even in his wolf form, he was pudgy and scarred. Still fast, strong, lethal, but no longer lean and his body riddled with imperfections.

Tabby snapped her fingers in front of his face, startling him from his thoughts. “Baby, I need you to hear me.” She was brushing her fingers from his nipples down to just above his pubic bone and back again, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You don’t seem to understand how beautiful you are.” Bending sharply, she kissed a profound scar that curved around his ribs while her fingers kneaded the soft skin of his abdomen. “I’m trying to remind you.”

“Tabby-cat, ya ain’t gotta—”

The redhead sat up abruptly, her gaze so intense that he shivered under the weight of it. “Look in my eyes, Daryl Dixon. You look me right in the eye and tell me I’m lying to you.” He tried—damn, did he try—to find any trace of falsehood but he came up empty.

“Nah. Y’ain’t lying.” He whispered.

“Good.” Tabby shimmied her body down a little further, wasting no time in wrapping her soft hand around his half hard cock, eliciting a sharp hiss between his teeth. “Now, I could tell you about your strong legs and adorable toes but—” She cut herself off to drag her palm over her tongue and give him a few rough tugs until he was hot and heavy in her hand.

Before he could protest, his cock head was pressed against the back of her throat. He arched off the mattress and inadvertently jerked his hips. It didn’t seem to phase her in the slightest. Her hair cascaded around her face, his cock disappearing past those pouty lips with each eager bob of her head.

It was several minutes of kitten kicks, hollowed cheeks, and ball massaging before he was grunting her name and spilling down her throat. Daryl laid there, chest heaving while he stared at the ceiling, twitching from overstimulation as she cleaned every drop of his spend from his skin.

Remaining above him, she crawled forward to claim his lips and allow him to taste himself with a groan. “You might be thinking that’s my favorite part of you.” With a tilt of her head, she was looking over his face with such a fond softness that his heart could have fluttered right out of his chest. “It’s your eyes. It’ll always be your eyes, baby. The first thing I noticed, the first thing I look for when I wake up beside you, and the last beautiful blue I want to see before I fall asleep.” When she kissed him again, it was so tender that he felt like he might actually cry. “You’re so perfect.”

“Tabby, I—”

“Ssh. Be a good boy and shift for me so I can tell you why I love every part of you in that form too.”

“Yes, ma’am.” God, he loved that woman.

#marchweres #marchweres2024 #day 13 #body worship #alt prompt #daryl dixon #murda writes #daryl dixon x female oc #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction

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umberpath · 1 year

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Hi I had a Moment while reading TMA transcripts and considered: what if the cast were cats? I definitely left out a few characters here and there, mainly because the friend I'm re-experiencing the series with is not caught up (and I wanted to show them). These are purely based off of aesthetics~

without further ado here are my choices for the cast:

Jonathan Sims: bombay (ghost tabby)

Martin Blackwood: Scottish fold (ginger)

Timothy Stoker: Gray Tabby

Sasha James: Birman

Not!Sasha: Ragdoll

Melanie King: Dilute Calico

Georgie Barker: Tortoiseshell

Basira Hussain: Norweigan Forest Cat (black)

Daisy Tonner: Kurilian Bobtail

Elias Bouchard: Siamese

Peter Lukas: Norweigan Forest cat (grey)

Nikola Orsinov: Lykoi

Jane Prentiss: Donskoy cat

Simon Fairchild: Sphynx

Gertrude Robinson: Maine Coon

Gerard Keay: tuxedo cat

Michael Shelley: Oriental Longhair

Helen Richardson: Abyssinian

Mike Crew: Russian Blue

Jared Hopworth: Siberian Cat

Annabelle Cane: cornish rex

Jude Perry: toyger cat

Juergen Leitner: persian

Breekon & Hope: completely average domestic shorthairs

Trevor Herbert: Nebelung

#a bit messy haha. copied and pasted from my spreadsheet #I think antonio would be a bombay but one with the fur condition that makes it turn white over time #tma #tma spoilers #the magnus archives #text #I had fun with this #long post #musings

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tchaikovsgay · 11 months

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Alright you said cat genetics, you're getting cat genetics. I will try to keep this interesting, but it is going to get technical at points.

I'm going to assume you know dominant and recessive gene terminology, chromosomes, Punnet squares and the like. I'm not going to take this far past high school biology.

First off, fur colors: there's two genes for this, black and orange. The black fur gene has 3 options: dominant B, which makes a pitch-black cat; recessive b, which is a chocolatey brown color, and even more recessive b', which has a light-brown cinnamon color (B>b>b' with complete dominance, so the higher-ranking ones completely cover the lower ones; a cat with Bb genes will be black, bb' would be chocolate brown, etc.) Chocolate brown and cinnamon coats are rare enough to usually only be seen in purebreds.

On top of that, there's the orange gene O, which is basically an on-off switch for whether the cat will be orange. If you have O you're orange, if you have o you're not orange. The orange gene COVERS the black gene. The trick is, this gene is on the X chromosome, so female cats have 2 copies while male cats only have one. So male cats can only be orange or not-orange, while females can be tortoiseshell if they get one copy of each gene: Oo. (orange genes are co-dominant, so the effects of them blend) This is why 99% of calico and tortoiseshell cats are female; to be genetically calico or tortoiseshell a male must have a mutation where they have XXY chromosomes.

And on top of THAT you have the white-fur gene, which is complete dominant W>Ws>w. White is just a lack of pigment in the hair, so the white-fur gene trumps all other fur colors by simply removing the pigment. A white cat could have literally anything else genetically under the white. W, the dominant gene, is a full-color white cat, often with blue eyes (which comes from losing pigment in the retinas). It also has a chance of making the cat deaf if the lack of pigment reaches the inner ear. Ws is a white-spotting gene; it causes part but not all of the cat to lose pigment, so this is how you get some-color-and-white cats. Funny enough, having two Ws genes (WsWs) as opposed to just one (Wsw) often leads to the cat having more white spotting, but it's a spectrum and not always reliable. w is the recessive and means no white spotting at all, so the orange and black genes show through.

What about gray cats? That's the dilute gene: D/d. Dilute basically fades out the color so black becomes gray, brown becomes light brown, orange becomes cream, etc. D is the dominant one and means no dilution: black stays black, orange stays orange. To get a gray/cream/whatever dilute cat, you have to have double recessive dd.

Now tabby markings. There are a few genes for this. To determine if the cat is tabby at all, you have the agouti gene: A/a. A is dominant and means yes tabby markings. aa is recessive and means no tabby, solid colors. EXCEPT for orange cats, because for some reason we don't yet understand, having the orange gene automatically turns on the pigment structure that causes tabby markings even WITHOUT the agouti gene! So an aa orange cat will still be tabby. (Tortoiseshell cats will have tabby markings on the orange parts only.) The theory is that there is a base tabby pattern encoded somewhere else in the cat's DNA and both the agouti and orange genes function to sort of amplify it so it's visible. In fact, if you look at a solid black or gray cat in the sun, you can sometimes see the tabby markings on the head or legs, colloquially referred to as ghost tabby markings.

Type of tabby markings is another gene: mackeral tabby (stripes) is dominant over classic tabby (cinnamon roll-style swirlies). There's also ticked tabby and spotted tabby, which are two entirely different genes that modify the first one to make very faint markings or spots respectively. Having fun yet?

Last thing I'll talk about is colorpoint, or the Siamese gene. It's actually a variation of albinism that ties color to heat, so cold areas of the body get darker. This is why Siamese cats have dark tails, paws, and ears, while their main body is light. There are actually a lot of different types of colorpoint, and it can change throughout a cat's life. Here's a diagram:

How do I know all this? I was obsessed with Warrior Cats as a kid, and anybody who's read those books know they are completely inaccurate to actual cat genetics. So I used to make my own little genetic trees with an online family tree maker to see what color the cats would come out if they actually followed real-life rules. The results were often way off from what the books said. I made a whole bunch of these trees with different starting cats, restrictions, and such (like whether or not purebred genes were allowed in wild cats) to see what would happen. I would do this for fun for hours as a kid, because there is nothing abnormal at all going on with my brain. Here's an example of what one looked like; you can see the genetic terms on the left.

That's it, holy crap that was long, if you actually read this far thank you so much. If for some reason you want more cat genetics, I recommend this: http://messybeast.com/catarchive.htm The site can be tough to navigate at times, but it has a lot of good information.

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE INFODUMPS IVE EVER READ. thank you for taking the time to tell me about cat genetics 🥺👉👈 I'm fucking obsessed with the ghost tabby markings tidbit because my little grey ghost cat has faint tabby markings!!

they used to be almost invisible but shes 15 now and theyve lightened a lot with age

#prommy I'm gonna get around to infodumping in return #i am stressed and scatterbrained today but i will manage

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ineffablelunatic · 1 year

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Whether the ghosts are cat or dog people based on ✨vibes only✨

AKA which animal they act more like.

Captain - cat person. He has the aloofness and also cats don't need anyone at all (but secretly do). Maybe I want him to move to the Cotswalds and live his best gay life with a kitten and a boyfriend of his choice idk.

Pat - He gives major white lab vibes. Like golden retriever energy but it's a middle aged man from Yorkshire.

Kitty - I'm a little torn on this one because her name is KITTY, but she has the adorable friendliness of a dog. I also feel like she would love both puppies and kittens so she gets both because she deserves it <3

Fanny - another one I'm not sure on because my gut says cat (she just acts like a posh cat who bats things with her paws every so often), but also Dante the dog.

Julian - Cat person. He's annoying and likes to mess with people. He would be that cat who tries to persuade you to rub his belly and then rips your arm off. Also Julian following a laser would be amazing.

Robin - Dog. He runs after squirrels and howls at the moon. Enough said.

Humphrey - Kinda gives the vibe of some kind of really chill dog but I feel like he would also be happy with a tabby cat. Anything as long as it keeps him company.

Mary - Honestly I really can't tell but I feel like she'd think cats are devilspawn and so she would probably get some sort of dog. She does give cat vibes tho...

Thomas - Cat, but the really dramatic sort that sees a cucumber and jumps ten feet in the air. Cries a lot and meows whenever Alison isn't home.

#bbc ghosts #cats or dogs #feel free to share your own opinions on this #this is just the vibes they give me

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lastknowntravler · 1 year

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CatPuffleCharic

- Catpufflecharic: A xenogender based off the character of the Cat/Tabby Cat Puffle from Club Penguin, This gender can be calm at one point then intense the next, Have a connection to cats and puffles, or when one is connected to Puffles and is catgender (but doesn’t have to be)

Can be a kingender

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vidumavi · 1 year

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cannot possibly pass up the lesbian ghost piracy!!!

the lesbian ghost piracy is a berúthiel/mithrellas fix-it fic that was born out of the desire to have one of my unhappily married gondor girls meet/save the other in some capacity. The issue that presented itself was that berúthiel was dead for thousands of years by the time mithrellas showed up. No problem, I thought, berúthiel is literally potentially a dark magician who was last seen on a boat under dubious circumstances, ghosts and necromancy are real, it all basically screams "angry magic lady who hates the nobility of gondor is haunting the coast in her ghost ship". It's pretty short and vibes-based (or it would be. if I finished it) but it satisfies my deep-seated need for a happy ending for mithrellas. Snippet:

There was a cat sitting on the edge of the crib, again. It was a new one: Mithrellas had not seen the tabby from before for days. In a distant sense, she was worried for it: the people of Gondor were mistrustful of cats, and mistrust begot cruelty. This one was as black as night, the light of the moon that slanted through the window making its sleek fur shine. It watched Mithrellas with eyes that were far too intelligent, too human. She ought to have stood, scared it off, gotten it away from the baby, but she sat as unmoving as before, cold hands folded in her lap. The room’s shadows seemed to twine themselves around corners and edges, too alive, too dark, too sonorous. Mithrellas did not move her head to look at either the shadows or the baby, as though they would vanish if only she stayed still enough.

#it's not even technically a fix it seeing as it's canon compliant in the absolutely loosest sense of the word lmao #thanks for the ask <3

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caliginousarchitect · 1 year

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More cats based on @bonesetblues‘s KHR/BNHA crossover fic “curiosity kills the cat (but satisfaction brings it back)” (first set, the 10th gen + Kyoko, here)

Varia time

Xanxus Did him as a longhair black candleflame/braided mackerel tabby, with medium rufousing (making him look very brown). Gave him a heavy build, and dark copper orange eyes. His scars that are always visible on his human form were done as patches with hair missing, while the ones that show up when he gets worked up we decided to show as patches with damaged melanin production, so they produce white hair. Also went with dark copper orange eyes.

Squalo Longhair blue silver ticked tabby, with some white spotting that’s pretty hard to see. I entertained myself by using the tabby marks and white spotting to give him shark gill patterning. His posing was an interesting question since, of course, the man lopped off his own hand and replaced it with a sworded prosthetic. Which obviously isn’t making the trip across to a different universe, and even if it had he wouldn’t be able to use it because, well. he’s a cat now. Also, how to get around being three-footed? I went with him plantigrade biped-ing, since it’d keep him from trying to walk on the stump better than tripod, which I can’t help but feel, walking on the stump by accident might be uncomfy? Like when you misjudge how many stairs there are in a staircase. He ended up looking kinda top-heavy because of the neck fur. Lightish blue eyes on him. Viper/ Mammon Longhair lilac smoke showing classic tabby ghost markings, and darkish blue eyes. Viper actually has slightly lighter hair colour than Chrome, so I was *wiggles hand* between an even more powder blue than Chrome or lilac, obviously ended up going lilac. Smoke because, eh, I thought the smoke/ mist thing was amusing, classic tabby ghost markings because I could make a reference to Fantasma’s snake form with the swirl. Eyes are a guess, we don’t actually Know Viper’s eye colour since they always have their hood up. Their... tattoos? are mirrored by the tabby markings under their eyes.

Belphegor Shorthair apricot ticked tabby with central-heterochromatic eyes (copper on outside edge of the eyes, pale blue around iris) although with the squint it’s very hard to see (deliberate). Another case where we don’t actually know the character’s eye colour (beyond Lussuria calling them beautiful) since he (and his brother) never show them. So I figured, something unique and noteworthy. Our colour options for the fur were Golden (black tabby with a corin mutation), red, cream, or... apricot, which is the Dilute Modifier version of Red+cream, between them, colour-wise. and also very hard to find reference photos of. Longhair didn’t seem right, so shorthair. He’s squinting because I figure he doesn’t want people looking at his eyes and he doesn’t have hair to cover them now?

Lussuria Longhair chocolate classic tabby with high rufousing and green-yellow eyes. (another character where I don’t think we ever really see the eyes? Sunglasses in this case). Shorthair might have been more accurate to go with, but comnsider... flamboyance. I couldn’t pass up a feather-boa tier of fluff on him. Unlike things like piercings and prosthetic hands, his dyed and bleached hair remains.

Levi-a-than Longhair black smoke with ghost mackerel tabby markings and low white spotting, and green eyes. Also he has mostly black whiskers, which is an unusual trait but can happen. White spotting used to outline where his facial hair is as a human. Smoke let us go with a solid, but also let the ghost markings of his hairline be tabby stripes, and also. pale poofy neck. Heterozygous on japanese bobtail, resulting in a half-tail with a kinked end, because I just. cannot envision him with a full tail? (Having had it indicated to us that white spotting on the face is pretty much 100% correlation with white toes, he has white toes, and also Lambo in the first post’s image is now updated.)

Fran Shorthair blue mackerel tabby with low rufousing, and teal green eyes. With admittedly a green hue. One could almost pretend the hue is down to the lighting in the room, perhaps, colours are like that. (Fran also seems like the kind of person who could end up with algae growing in his hair, like a sloth, because he doesn’t Care, so you could go with that option also)

other notes: the cats the author has used as a ‘this is what they might look like’ include - Squalo’s is actually a longhair black silver tabby, we went with blue instead for the paler colour. - the turkish angora used for Belphegor is actually a cameo red (that is, red silver), rather than cream (evident by how red the stripes are) - the cat used for Levi is, in fact, a black smoke like what we went with! although the one in the image is a shorthair. - the one used for Lussuria appears to be... chocolate or cinnamon silver tabby? Lighting in the image is kinda bad. Probably Cinnamon. Lussuria actually has brown hair that he bleaches+dyes, rather than like. Naturally AnimeColour hair, which is why we went with chocolate (with the hair on his head still dyed) Stay tuned for the Mists (Mukuro, Chrome, Viper, Fran) in Anime Colours (Post 3: Animecolour Mists) I have to decide who to do next, so options include: - Non-10th gen Namimori kids (sans Kyoko since I already did her, but including Shoichi) + Kokuyo squad (sans Mukuro+Chrome) - Arcobaleno (sans Viper) - Simon Family - Other?? I’d love other people’s votes

#cats #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #bonesetblues #character design #ficart #Fanfic art #digital art #our art #cktc(bsbib)

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whisperclangen · 8 months

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WhisperClan

Let the whispers of the deceased light your path

WhisperClan is a blog following the stories of my largest ClanGen save. Everything is based on the events in game, minus a few things I tweaked just to make the narrative flow a bit better.

Mostly writing but with some art thrown in here and there

Settings:

Mass extinction events: OFF

Cats retire if they have a permanent condition: OFF

Unmated cats can have kits: ON/OFF (depends on clan size)

Affairs/mate changes: ON

Same sex couples can reproduce: ON

Leader chooses deputy automatically: ON

Mentor’s can become mates with their past apprentices: OFF

Allegiances (may contain spoilers)

LEADER: PEBBLESTAR - a medium-furred dark grey classic tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes

DEPUTY: SILENTGROWL - a long-furred unusually dappled ginger tom with pale green eyes

MEDICINE CAT: LEAFBACK - a short-furred dark brown smoke trans tom with amber eyes

WARRIORS:

ICESTREAK - a medium-furred pale mackerel tabby and white she-cat with green-yellow eyes (APPRENTICE - CROWPAW)

BRIGHTBAT - a short-furred pale ginger and white she-cat with yellow eyes

RIMESHARD - a long-furred white tom with a brown ear and cobalt eyes

APPRENTICES:

CROWPAW - a long-furred speckled ghost tom with cobalt eyes

QUEENS AND KITS:

HAZYKIT - a medium-furred speckled grey tom with sage eyes

ELDERS:

YEWFLAKE - a long-furred silver classic tabby she-cat with cobalt eyes

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Some OC Ref Sheets (for fun I guess)

I made some reference sheets for characters recently so ye

GHOST

(Finally making lore for my PNG tuber)

Some billet points about him

He glows in the dark

They can shapeshift into anything humanoid (could do the same with anything animal if he has the right bones on hand)

It has bad memory so keeps a notebook with all kind of notes on hand

It is a fungus creature, based off of Omphalotus nidiformis or Ghost fungus (lol)

His ribcage is the only set of bones that glows as they are the only bones that were originally his.

(some more fun images)

STICKS

(Does anyone remember the whole Doubloon sona thing?)

And some bullet points about them

They get offended when called a Racoon (They are a tabby cat)

They have a magic hat they can pull anything out of (as long as it is reproducible)

They use a magical relic from his original universe that makes them immortal.

They run a delivery service that sells rare potions, objects and other things (That they gets Ghost to find If they cand find it themselves)

They live alone in a pocket dimension they found (Ghost visits often)

(I don't have as many alternative outfits for them yet)

#oc stuff #oc ref sheet #oc #furry oc #i guess #maybe #idk

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Interesting Facts About the Black Bengal Cats

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Interesting Facts About the Black Bengal Cats

Bengals are really amazing cats, having a really exotic look and impressive coat patterns. But did you ever cross roads with a black Bengal? Although very rare, black Bengals are very beautiful and look just like panthers. If you’re one of the people that really want to have one of these black wonders as a pet, then this article will give you some very unique things you should know before taking one to your home. Although amazing pets, Bengals are surely not the type of pets for all kinds of people and families. Bengals will need a very specific type of care because they have some very different needs than your traditional house cat. They are more energetic but if you can keep up with them, they can also be pretty rewarding pets.

What makes the Bengal cat so special?

The Bengal Connection website calls Bengal cats unique and distinctive felines. Bengals are pretty vocal and curious cats, aside from their amazing coat patterns. They will almost always have something to argue about had they will use their whole strength to yell out their problems.

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These cats are believed to have descended from the exotic Asian leopard cat, which is probably why they are highly intelligent. They are also very social and also sensitive to human emotions. The Bengal is also known for its strong hunt drive and very playful nature. It seems like they really hate getting bored and are always looking for a way of staying entertained.

How rare is a black Bengal cat?

Black Bengals are rarer compared to differently colored cats of the same breed. According to some online statistics, out of all Bengals, only less than 10% percent are actually black. Below you will find six of the most interesting characteristics of these types of cats:

You will usually have to spend somewhere between $2,500 and $5,000 for a black Bengal, which makes them considerably more expensive than Bengals of other colors. This price difference is mostly due to their color and rarity.

Experts say that melanism is the root of the black color and this is basically a genetic mutation that will create extra pigmentation, leading to a darker color.

Black Bengals might still have spots on their fur, usually black or dark brown in color, but sometimes they will almost blend with the base coat color.

Black Bengals have a similar look to panthers, who also have a coat pattern that might look black at first.

The combination of a solid base coat color and a black pattern makes the back Bengals look like they have “ghost markings” while in the sun.

What makes these very interesting cats even more uncommon is the fact that they aren’t approved by most cat breed associations.

Do Bengal-cross cats make good pets?

Experts say that Bengal cats are very desirable pets, mostly due to some very positive traits like loyalty, athleticism, and intelligence. When properly socialized, these cats will get along with all of the family members and other pets as well, due to their highly social nature. Don’t forget that a Bengal will need a lot more attention than other breeds because it is a rather active type of cat. You might say that crossing a Bengal with a more sedentary breed will get you the perfect pet, but keep in mind that you can never know what characteristics the kittens will decide to take from each parent.

Do Bengal cats like to be held?

Although very social and really affectionate in nature, Bengals aren’t the type of cats to be happy when someone picks them up and tries to hold them. These cats will usually fight off any physical restriction and will usually hate to be held or sit on a human’s lap. Whenever you’ll try to restrict the movement of your Bengal it will get uncomfortable. This highly energic cat is also very independent and needs her space.

There are some other ways in which you can actually bond with a Bengal cat to make it feel confident but also comfortable. If you do want to strengthen the bond you have with such a pet, then try to just pat them, play with them, or just spend time around them. Never forget that you’re actually dealing with a very independent cat that won’t like to be held.

The Bengal isn’t for anyone looking for a pet and even the most experienced cat owners might need a little time to adapt to raising this breed. You’ll almost always know when something is wrong with your cat because this breed is very vocal. It will also need a lot of interaction and care to consume its high energy levels.

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Cat Symbolism & Spiritual Meanings Of A Cat Spirit Animal

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Cat Symbolism & Spiritual Meanings Of A Cat Spirit Animal

Cats are among the most common household pets in America. Many of us have interacted or seen cats before, but most aren’t aware of how special they are.

Wild cats date back all the way to 8000 B.C. and are native to the Middle Eastern areas Iraq, Palestine, Israel, Turkey, Iran, Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, and Egypt. By 4400 B.C., these wild cats had spread to Asia and Europe.

Now, thousands of years later, it’s estimated that there are roughly 220 million cats that are owned, and around 480 million that are strays. But cat symbolism goes much deeper than these creatures just being house pets.

Cat Symbolism & Spiritual Meanings Of Cats

Cats symbolize curiosity, companionship, independence, mischief, and elegance. But they also represent mystery and magic, good fortune, intuition, spiritual enlightenment and growth, and are a sign of good luck.

Cats have both good and bad connotations, and have been linked to darkness and witchcraft, but have also been revered as god-like.

Perhaps what cats are most known for is their mischievous behavior fueled by their curiosity for the world around them. Knocking items off the counter, eating things they shouldn’t, getting stuck in tight spaces — these are all expected and normal for those with a pet cat.

But as symbols of independence and elegance, cats are known to go off on their own, which may appear unfriendly to others. Despite some believing cats to be rude, there’s no denying that their balance, stealth, and grace are all unique traits.

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Cat Encounters and Omens

While some cultures think cats are a bad omen and bring bad luck, others believe cats bring good fortune and protection. Because they are associated with magic, many also believe they have a connection to the spiritual world and have healing powers.

When you encounter a cat, whether in a good or bad scenario, pay attention to the deeper meaning behind the encounter, as there are spiritual messages associated with these creatures.

As mysterious as they are, seeing a cat, whether in the wild or in a domestic household, it can mean a few things.

Encountering a cat can mean that you must stop resisting change in order to benefit from it. An encounter can also symbolize that you or someone close to you is hiding something, or that you need to take more risks in life and forget about the fear of failure.

What Different Color Cats Symbolize

Most people are only familiar with black cats and their supposed “bad luck,” but it’s worth noting that cats come in all different colors: brown, gray, orange, white, amber, caramel, and everything in between.

But what a black cat predominately symbolizes is not the same as what a white cat symbolizes. The color of the cat plays a large role in what they are meant to convey to you.

Black Cat Symbolism

Despite the superstitions surrounding black cats, this color of cat actually symbolizes healing. With a black cat crossing your path, it is indeed a positive omen, and also suggests prosperity, success, fertility, good health, and spiritual growth.

Orange Cat Symbolism

Orange cats, also known as ginger cats, symbolize adventure, as well as masculine energy and financial success. Orange cats also represent change, leadership skills, and the beginning of a new chapter.

Gray Cat Symbolism

Gray is a color that symbolizes intellect and is associated with the spiritual and psychic realms. A gray cat represents harmony, receiving spiritual messages, and uncertainty.

Brown Cat Symbolism

The color brown symbolizes stability, wisdom, appreciation for life, and protection. Similarly, brown cats, also called tabby cats, stand for future good news, home life, femininity, practicality, and harmony.

White Cat Symbolism

White cats are symbols of purity, innocence, and have connections to the divine realm. Seeing a white cat relates to spiritual energy, spiritual awareness, personal freedom, and even psychic abilities.

Cat Symbolism in Dreams

To dream about cats can mean a plethora of things. The meaning is contingent on the color of the cat, what the cat is doing in the dream, and the overall feeling the dream evokes.

Cat dreams have different meanings, but, generally, are a sign that you need to be more daring and take risks.

Dreaming of a cat attacking you

If you dream of a cat attacking you, it relates directly to your real life hesitancy regarding disagreements with people close to you. You may have anxiety stemming from not getting along with someone, and must find a resolution to feel at peace.

Dreaming of a cat scratching you

To dream of a cat scratching you symbolizes unresolved problems in your close relationships, and how you’ll eventually navigate those issues. Additionally, this dream stands for people in your life going behind your back.

Dreaming of kittens

Much like kittens make us think of innocence, dreaming of kittens represents our inner child. To dream of kittens means it’s time to choose your life path, look at the road ahead, and try new things.

Dreaming of cats fighting

A dream about fighting cats symbolizes your own personal triumphs and success in the waking world. Despite the challenges you faced, you’ve overcome them!

Dreaming of an injured cat

An injured cat in your dream means you are facing your own inner turmoil and are in need of resolution. Whether it’s feeling stuck in a relationship or career, or something else, consider it a sign to find stability and peace.

Dreaming of a cat dying

Though this can be quite a troubling dream, its meaning is important. A dying cat in your dream can symbolize overcoming issues in life, losing your independence, lacking confidence, or feeling stuck in place.

Dreaming of cat eyes

Cat eyes are gorgeous in the waking world and dream world, symbolizing confidence. A dream about cat eyes is also related to intuition and vision, serving as a reminder that you can get through anything life throws your way by listening to your inner voice.

Dreaming of multiple cats

A dream that involves more than one cat is a bad omen. This dream means that you may face harm or danger of some kind in the future, though it’s unknown as to what it is. Be sure to remain prepared for whatever comes your way.

Dreaming of killing a cat

Another not-so-pleasant dream, killing a cat means you’ve overcome the ill intent of people in the waking world. Rather than letting them get to you, you’ve brushed them off and are now on your way to success.

Dreaming of a cat meowing

When a cat meows in your dream, it’s a sign that someone in your close group of friends or family isn’t being truthful. So, be sure to take this into consideration in the waking world.

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Cat Spirit or Totem Animal

A spirit animals is a spirit guide meant to keep you on the right path, while teaching you life lessons along the way. A totem animal is also a spirit guide, but totem animals are only invoked when you need guidance.

While you can’t choose your spirit animal, you’ll know if a cat is your spirit animal if you resonate with them in some way or have had a profound experience with one.

Those with a cat spirit animal are balanced, flexible, and able to bounce back from any difficult situation. For individuals who have a cat as a spirit animal, they are independent and have a strong sense of personal freedom.

If you have this spirit animal, cat teaches you the right time to act in any situation, when to listen to your gut instincts, how to become more confident, and when you need the strength to take a risk and push forward.

A cat totem is called upon when you are in need of adding magic, luck, and support to your life. Having a cat totem means thinking before acting, and fostering your own independence, curiosity, and intelligence in all areas of life.

With a cat totem, you are known for your sense of adventure, resilience, unique perspectives, unbridled self-sufficiency, and mystery. However, these individuals also tend to be a bit chaotic, risky, and hate being tied down in any way.

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Spiritual Meaning of Cats in Christianity and the Bible

While domestic cats aren’t mentioned in the Bible, they are actually depicted as wild animals. This is because cats weren’t native to Europe until Christianity spread during the Middle Ages. However, the Bible does mention big cats like lions, panthers and leopards; lions are akin to royalty and wisdom.

Because of their association with paganism, cats were thought to be demonic and were frequently killed; however, this led to an increase in rat populations, which made the impact of the Bubonic Plague much harsher.

In Christianity, as mentioned, cats were associated with the Devil, evil and were linked to witches, mainly because of their predatory behavior, hunting prowess, and “healthy disrespect of authority.”

Cats were also depicted in the Last Supper painting, perhaps signifying deceit as it related to Jesus’s betrayal. They are also mentioned in passing in certain religious passages.

Baruch 6:21: “Upon their bodies and heads sit bats, swallows, and birds, and the cats also.” This passage from the Letter of Jeremiah in the Old Testament is related to the worship of false gods. If these same gods were humans, cats and other creatures alike wouldn’t go near them.

Psalm 73:7: “Their eyes stand out with fatness: they have more than heart could wish.” The term “fat cats” is mentioned in other versions of this passage, meant to symbolize humans who manipulate the will of God for their own greed and wealth.

Spiritual Meaning of Cats in Islam

In a staunch contrast to the symbolism of cats in Christianity, in Islam, cats are considered holy animals, revered for their cleanliness, which is why they are allowed to enter homes and mosques. It is also permissible to eat or drink out of a bowl that a cat has drunk or eaten from, as this food or drink is considered halal.

Muhammad himself was also said to have loved cats, was called Abu Hurairah (Father of the Kittens), and had a cat companion of his own named Muezza.

As the story goes, one day when Muhammad was preparing to pray, he found Muezza sleeping on his prayer robe. Instead of waking the cat, Muhammad cut the sleeves off, and after returning from prayer, Muezza brought him a bow. Muhammad then stroked the cat three times.

Another belief in Muslim culture is that cats who have an M shape on their forehead were said to be blessed by Muhammad, who also prohibited the killing of cats.

Spiritual Meaning of Cats in Hinduism

In Hinduism and Indian homes, cats are used to hunt rodents, but they also hold a divine association, specifically to the goddess Shashthi. Shashthi is the protector of children and the goddess of reproduction. She’s frequently depicted as riding a cat.

Because she is, essentially, the goddess of fertility, she is also said to resemble Bastet, the Egyptian goddess of childbirth and domesticity.

One tale about Shashthi tells of the youngest of seven daughters-in-law being a glutton who stole food and blamed it on a black cat, who was beaten by the family. The black cat pleaded to Shashthi for help, who agreed to avenge the cat.

When the gluttonous daughter-in-law gave birth to a son, the black cat stole the child and delivered it to Shashthi, repeating this for the next six sons the woman delivered. When she gave birth to a daughter, the woman caught the black cat stealing her child, wounding it, which left a trail of blood.

Following the trail, she ended up at the abode of Shashthi, and saw her sons playing around the goddess, who held the newborn daughter. On Shashthi’s rallying, the mother asked for the cat’s pardon and promised she would worship the goddess. The woman returned home with her children to spread worship of Shashthi, who blessed the home.

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Cat Symbolism in Mythology and Folklore

Native American Cat Symbolism

Native Americans generally view cats as mysterious, independent and esoteric, though some tribes associate cats with witchcraft and feared them. For example, the Mohave and Zuni tribes believed cats had healing powers, but the Oglala thought cats could curse members of their tribe.

Additionally, the Hopi tribes referred to men who disrespected women as “wildcats,” and other tribes told stories that depicted cats as greedy. The Pawnee tribe associated cats with the color red, and likened this creature to their deceased ancestors, as well as celestial blessings by dressing their children in its fur.

Some traditional stories tell of Pogumk, which means “Fisher,” though is sometimes referred to as “black cat.” Chief of the Fishers, creatures resembling weasels, Pogumk defended his family and tribe from the witch Pitcher Woman, who wanted to kill Pogumk to become chief herself.

Far Eastern Cat Symbolism

In Japanese and Chinese cultures, as well as in other Asian countries, cats are symbols of good luck, blessings, home protection, and prosperity. The Beckoning Cat, a figurine depicted with its paw raised, is often displayed in homes and restaurants, meant to bring good fortune.

The Legend of the Beckoning Cat

Called Maneki-Neko in China, the story of the beckoning cat begins with an emperor.

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As the emperor passed by a temple, he took shelter under a tree when it started raining. He saw a cat sitting outside the temple, with its paw raised. Intrigued, the emperor walked towards the temple. Just as he walked away, lightning struck the tree, saving the emperor’s life.

In China, there are myths associated with cats, specifically related to the goddess Li Shou.

The Myth of Chinese Cat Goddess Li Shou

When the world was created, the gods decided the cat would oversee all other creatures and were given the ability to talk. Li Shou, the Cat Goddess, was chosen to represent them.

But because cats preferred to laze the day away, giving into the luxuries of life, the gods asked what the cats were doing to ensure the new world was running smoothly. In another visit, the gods saw the cats sleeping under the trees and questioned Li Shou’s dedication, who replied that it’s a great responsibility to oversee the world and time is much better spent being comfortable and having fun.

But by the third visit, Li Shou said the cats didn’t want to run the world so they could spend more time enjoying life. The gods agreed to find another creature, but took away their ability to talk; instead, they gave this ability to humans and let them run the world, while the cats lay in the sunshine.

Celtic Cat Symbolism

In Celtic culture, cats were considered guardians of the Otherworld, or realm of deities; cats represented mystery, change, unpredictability, and an otherworldly sixth sense. Cats were also associated with the goddesses Ceridwen and Brigid.

The Legend of the Cat-Sìth

Celtic lore told of the cat-sìth, a fairy creature that resembled a black cat and had a white spot on its chest. Said to haunt the Highlands, this creature was also thought to be a witch who could shapeshift into a cat nine times. If the witch chose to become a cat more than nine times, they would stay a cat forever.

But the cat-sìth was also said to steal a person’s soul before the gods could claim it. The Celts, therefore, performed the Fèill Fhadalach day and night to keep the creature away.

On Samhain, or Halloween, the Celts believed the cat-sìth would bless homes that left out a saucer of milk, and would curse those who didn’t by making their cows’ utters dry up.

Nordic Cat Symbolism

In Nordic lore, Freyja, the goddess of love, beauty, war, gold, and fertility, rode a chariot that was pulled by two cats. Cats were thought to have magical powers and were revered as symbols of femininity and female power.

Ancient Egyptian Cat Symbolism

Many are familiar with the Egyptians holding cats in high regard, believing them to be magical and possessing the ability to bless homes with good luck; cats were also protectors who prevented dangerous creatures from entering homes.

Egyptians considered cats to be their family members, mummifying them when they died to join them in the afterlife. In fact, skeletal remains of cats have been found in tombs of nobles. Theban tombs also had murals that depicted cats hunting.

Most notably, Bastet was an Egyptian goddess who was depicted as a cat. Bastet was the goddess of the home, childbirth, fertility, and was a protector from evil spirits. Other deities depicted as cats included Sekhmet, Mafdet, Mut, and even Isis, called “the soul of Bastet.”

While some laws in ancient Egypt said that killing a cat was punishable by death, in earlier times, cats were bred to be killed, mummified, and presented as sacrifices to the gods.

Cat Tattoo Meaning

While people get tattoos for their own personal reasons — as creative expression, to honor a loved one, or as a reminder of something they have overcome — a cat tattoo has its own special meaning.

Getting a cat tattoo can be because you love and adore cats, or want your own cat forever inked on your body. Others may get this tattoo because of what they symbolize: magic, good luck, protection, elegance, and mystery, as well as femininity, spiritual enlightenment, or grace.

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The Discontinuity of Flesh

summary: When Gotham calls, her vigilantes answer. a/n: Dedicated to grief, death magic, and resting souls. Thank you to @glorified-red for walking me through witchy stuff and giving me permission to base this on their witch headcanons. warnings: animal death, unhealthy grieving, and magic

Jason walks.

Not because his grapple is damaged or his arm is broken (he's quite intact save for the bruised ribs and possibly sprained wrist) but because Gotham calls to him.

The city is a writhing, squalling thing. It breathes its noxious fumes, ripples its tilting pavement, curls its street lamp, and carries the misery of its captive audience in the atmosphere. You are always, always a sirens call away from its gaping maw.

On quiet nights, when all the little noisy details are mute, the high hollow cries of the dead rise like smoke. Their gauzy bodies filter through the concrete and peak from every shadowy corner—gauzy and empty. They're not quite a memory; they're something beyond that but lack anything else to make them more substantial to be.

Tonight, what startles Jason out of his dazed pilgrimage is the frail voice of a kitten. It meows at him, a high croon hooking his attention. Now that he's listening properly, its voice is reedy and its little body is translucent, the matted fur whispering white in the moonlight.

It perks up knowing it's got his attention.

He follows it. Its little paws are silent as it pads through the ally way. The discarded trash not sinking under what should have been weight. The discontinuity of flesh makes his brain feel fuzzy sometimes but it's not as bad as it was before.

The kitten jumps, narrowly catching on the lip of the box. Its little feet cycle as it struggles to get into the box as if it doesn't understand that gravity can no longer hold it.

It makes the dull throb in his ribs pulse.

Jason crouches. He reaches his hand out to help the kitten but his fingers pass through it. His fingers curl away from the bone-chilling cold glimmering through the fibers of muscle in his hand.

The kitten meows into the box. An answering cry resonates. Craning his neck, Jason peers into the box. A frightened orange tabby hisses at him so he backs off. The kitten he was following mewls at him. He pauses, then understanding creeps in.

He approaches the box again, careful not to tower over it. Jason takes his glove off, reaching in and offering a finger for the tabby to sniff. With its ears pinned back, the tabby bristles, not leaving the very still and smudgy black cat laying very still beneath it.

Jason waits patiently.

After a second or two, the tabby sniffs his finger then nudges it into the tips of his fingers the moment he offers them. He lets the kitten move at its own pace with the other kitten meowing encouragingly.

Finally, when Jason's ankles were giving up, the kitten leans in, small body tipping over and plopping. Jason chuckles quietly, nudging the kitten up with a small push.

When he thinks the tabby is ready, he scoops it up, pulling it close to his chest. Jason smiles down at it and he opens his jacket up giving the tabby an option to slip in there for warmth. It doesn't. Instead, it looks back at its sibling.

"They'll be ok now," Jason says, petting the little black kitten now forever asleep in the box. The ghost kitten standing next to its body meows happily at him before fading.

The tabby watches as its sibling fade into the night sky and cries a soft sad cry. It curls into the warmth of Jason's jacket. Jason pats the kitten through his jacket.

Behind him, he hears the soft flutter of Bruce's cape.

"You gonna turn me in for rescuing kittens now, old man?" Jason says without looking back.

Bruce doesn't reply, only crouching beside Jason to close the box. closing each flap, repeating intentions silently as he moves. When he’s done, he reaches for a marker in his utility belt and scrawls various sigils, all in protective black.

"Since when did you practice Death Magick?" Jason asks, pointedly not looking at Bruce.

Bruce side-eyes him, his face unreadable because of the cowl. "I've dabbled." He says nothing more. Just like he always does.

Jason hums noncommittally, looking up the smog-covered Gotham sky, the moon peaking through. "Gotham called me back." Jason doesn't know why he says it and why he says it to Bruce of all people, but here he is.

Gotham called him back from beyond the grave, pulling him back through the dirt, from the Lazarus pit, and back into Crime Alley where he belongs. The sweet sonorous prickling in the back of his mind.

Bruce goes incredibly still.

Statue still.

Under the cowl, his features reconfigure into something deeply incredulous as the hush of a candle blowing out reverberates in his memory. "What did it say?"

Jason snorts. "Cities don't talk."

Bruce stares at him blankly.

Cities don't talk. They talk. Cities speak in whispers, in sensations, in touch, and in memory. So no, the city didn't say anything but Bruce should know this. He of all people should know how this city speaks. He and Alfred and the rest of them hear it too.

Jason relents because of that sorry look on Bruce's face. He ruffles his hair and groans. He resists the urge to clutch his chest, recalling the yawning feeling in his chest.

When he looks back up at Bruce, the old man is smiling. Jason blinks. His features crinkle as he edges back. That face is too bright even when it’s washed with guilt.

Bruce doesn’t notice his own face. The neurons that were supposed to be telling him that he was smiling are overridden by the ones in his brain that cycle the memory of the night he dabbled in death magic.

August, the sixteenth to be precise. The night Bruce felt utterly lost and dispossessed, finding his way to Jason’s room to stare and marvel at how in such a short period of time it had become a mausoleum. The air was stale. Bruce tried to stir it up with his magic. It was pointless but it felt dead and everything else in the Manor felt dead and— and— that was too awful.

Like he’d figured it had done nothing and eventually he couldn’t stand the room any longer.

Sometimes in the depth of night, he could still see his boy and sometimes, Bruce let himself follow him. That night his wanderings led him to the library, to a corner he’d never wandered to.

All he wanted, all he needed was to say his goodbye, to know that his boy was ok. That’s all he asked for.

And yet …

He had tried for something more … substantial.

Necromancy is often inadvisable, especially to beginners and it is not something you dabble in.

Instinctively, Bruce clamps a hand on the back of Jason's neck. Jason relaxes, feeling as Bruce draws a familiar sigil on his neck. Protection. Always protection.

"Gotham missed you," Bruce says because his throat would shatter if he said what he meant to say which was in order: I missed you, we missed you, I can't believe it worked, I missed you. He swallows the shards of emotions in his throat, tracing the hair on the base of Jason's neck.

Jason looks away his features scrunching. He feels like a little kid again wanting to lean into the safety of Bruce's touch. He looks away and stares at the moon. Gotham's cloying whispers, lulling into a calm soothing melody in the back of their minds.

#Jason Todd #bruce wayne #Bruce tries to be a good parent #magic au #witch au

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Alter introduction

A list of common alters im familiar enough with i can sense when they front, and actually recall info on them.

Kiba: he/him. White wolf with black hair and markings, and yellow eyes. both feral and anthro forms, a bit edgy and likes to smoke weed. Host from middle school through about sophomore year of highschool. Created when i was about 8 from a stuffed wolf i named kiba, who was a character who was supposed to be the badass leadership woman i wanted when i was younger, then later he was influenced by multiple characters from wolf's rain(Kiba and Tsume). Easily a more common Fronter than most, friendly and social but relatively introverted. Married semi platonically to Mitten back in 8th grade.

Mitten: She/her. Young silver tabby cat with white underbelly and markings on her face, paws and tail as well as Blue eyes. Created in 6th grade(at about 11 years old) from thinking i could talk to ghosts, and i decided to help a friend say goodbye to her cat(Laric) and her cat's kittens(Mitten and her 5 siblings). Influenced heavily by Christianity, and is meant to protect me from my own suicidal thoughts. Trained to be a guardian angel and demon killer for years before we stopped believing in Christianity, and now she helps organize and protect the system from themselves, each other, and outside forces. A bit chaotic and crazy. Likes to use her wild energy for good.

Jesper: he/him. Young mutt with a brown coat, and darker patches similar to the children's book character Spot. One pointy ear and one floppy, and green eyes. Has a lot of traits of just an excitable young boy with intense puppy traits. Created based off of our first childhood plushie named Simba, who was a tiny white dog with brown spots and folded ears. Loves plushies and is very friendly and playful.

Charlie: he/him. 20's ginger man with freckles, wild hair, and often dresses like a pilot for the aesthetic. Social and outgoing, with more comprehension than others in the system and a lot more grounded than most. Fluctuates accents and sometimes cant speak clearly because so much changing is happening to his voice. Often speaks with a purposeful American accent (either midwestern or country) to hide his embarrassment. Influenced by Buck from the Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs in personality, voice, and energy, as well as our cousin who we looked up to.

Abby: she/her. Short and fat with big curly orange hair. Looks like a dwarf from LOTR and talks with a scottish accent. Outgoing with little anxiety about anything, including just talking out loud when fronting. We cant match her accent with our body yet but she is working on it. Based slightly on our childhood friend Isabel, but mostly on how we wanted to be around her.

David: he/him. Tall, lean man the same age as the body with short black hair. Based a lot on the cousin we looked up to, and is just as confident and understanding. Likes guns and tanks and fighting, strategy games, and being active. Can hold the body in a way that hurts less. Created so we could talk to our family without feeling so awful.

Clyde: he/him. Nondescript guy with scars and an aged look. Unsure of general age(it fluctuates). Werewolf, because we tried many spells growing up to become one. He fullfills our rage and desire to painfully become a beast who will fight back and kill violently without much remosre. Trauma holder. Doesnt talk or front much but carries a lot of anger reactions to things. Means well but accidentally lashes out at others.

Oli: he/they. Medium height chubby teen. Blonde hair, green eyes, and freckles. Is Mute but fronts a lot during work to do the cleaning and organizing. Has help from our Simon collective when words are actually needed. Warm and hearty, identifies with the body a lot.

Zeke: he/him. Taller pale boy, with freckles and brown eyes. No better way to say it, sexual alter. Trauma holder. A bit inappropriate at times and has lashed out a few times due to not being believed. Very cooperative and polite now but used to be persecutor. Identifies with body somewhat but he is thinner.

Kiara: she/her. Younger girl at about 10, matches up with what i looked like at that age. Apparently Normal Part who presents as what i thought i was before i knew i had trauma. Wears a specific outfit i wore to a town festival yearly for a while. Shy, sweet, loves to draw and MLP. Very shy and will only talk to people she recognizes and trusts a lot

Sam: he/they. Most like the body but shares Oli's face. Talkative and neutral on a lot, doesnt front often. Was created to exist in the body and feel specifically neutral about it to take care of hygiene and personal care.

Mikah: she/her. About 11 years old, with black hair and a bit of a hispanic tone to her skin(despite us being white. We think its based off a childhood friend). She is the main group artist, and is very good at her work. Will often be the one to switch in and work long hours on projects. Extremely shy, mostly mute, and unfriendly except towards her faves (Mitten, Zim, Kiba)

King Moa: she/her. A slightly older Kiara, with trauma memories instead of being an ANP. About 16 years old, and is a bit less shy but still very wary due to said trauma. Doesnt come out much. Her name is a heavily warped version of our dead name, and calls herself King due to the nature of our body's pronouns as well as being a base for a multitude of fragments who all stick close to her as if she was their caretaker. Though she doesnt do anything for them, just contains their memories and thoughts, and undertands.

Simon: he/they. Short and lean ginger with freckles and either green or brown eyes. Often called the Simon Collective, he is possibly not an alter yet, though has shown signs of existing. Is really just an occasionally fused combination of several fragments including but not necessarily limited to Raphael, Anthony, Ethan, Tyler, Alex, Conner, Nate, Nicky, Jamie and Grant. Most of which I'm a lot less familiar with, but i can recognize them quicker when they or some combination of them are together as Simon.

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