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nanistar · 1 year

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Mojave Clans Allegiances

Long post incoming, sorry its messy im busy

SUNCLAN LEADER: Flickerstar (she/her) Elderly golden torbie with green eyes. DEPUTY: Spidershadow (she/they) Black tortoiseshell with minimal orange and white markings, yellow eyes APPRENTICE: Gilapaw HEALER: Deadeye (he/him) Yellow spiral tabby with yellow eyes. Wears a leaf-and-cobweb eyepatch WARRIORS Swiftwind (she/her) Elderly black and white tuxedo, with a prominent brown face marking. Orange eyes Pepperhop (He/they) Cream colored, orange eyes. Wears a pepper accessory Shiverflight (he/him) Gray and cream dilute tabby. Green eyes Dripcloud (she/her) Gray and cream spotted tabby, blue eyes Chirpwhisker (she/her) Orange tabby, blue eyes. Wears a poppy flower Runningsweet (they/she) Tortoiseshell and white, with green eyes. Wears multiple smaller flowers Whipwhisker (he/him) Brown and white spotted tabby, with long curly whiskers. Green eyes. APPRENTICE: Buzzardpaw

Mesapelt (he/him) reddish-orange cat with blue eyes APPRENTICE: Vulturepaw

APPRENTICES Vulturepaw (she/they) Brown spotted cat with cream unders. Orange eyes. Buzzardpaw (she/her) Dark tabby with orange eyes Gilapaw (she/her) small, mottled tortoiseshell with green eyes

QUEENS Dovetail (she/her) Dilute calico KITS: Rustkit (reddish tabby), Claykit (gray) ELDERS Lizardfoot (he/him) Gray stripped, with silver streaks. Blue eyes. Wears a tobacco flower Dustclaw (she/her) Tan tabby with yellow eyes SAGUAROCLAN LEADER: Daisystar (she/her) Yellow and white tabby, green eyes. Wears a daisy bolotie DEPUTY: Rattletail (they/she) Brown clouded tabby with a red tail tip. Yellow eyes HEALERS: Flybright (he/him) Elderly tan tabby with blue eyes Silversky (she/they) Silver-and-white rosette tabby with blue eyes APPRENTICE: Roosterpaw

WARRIORS Sleepsting (she/her) Black and white with yellow eyes Nightstrike (she/her) Solid black with rusting along tail and spine, thin fur around neck. Greenish eyes. Hawkscar (he/they) Warm brown tabby with yellow eyes. Prominent scar on forehead Riverbend (she/her) Silver classic tabby with blue eyes APPRENTICE: Flowerpaw Saltburn (she/her) Pale tan and white, with a bald nose bridge and a half-tail. Blue eyes, and reddish/purple pupils Nectarnose (she/her) Diluted blue-and-cream tabby, green eyes APPRENTICE: Skypaw Downjay (they/she) Dilute gray-and-cream tabby, orange eyes Brightdrop (she/her) Orange and white with blue eyes Chollatail (he/him) light reddish-brown marble tabby, blue eyes. Spiky tail Pricklefield (he/him) light reddish-brown marble tabby, watery yellow eyes. Spiky tail and spine fur

APPRENTICES Roosterpaw (she/he) Red+blue with blue eyes Flowerpaw (he/him) Dark brown spotted with lighter underbelly. Yellow eyes, wears small flowers Weevilpaw (he/him) Orange and white with blue eyes. Hind legs wrapped in firm grasses for support. Currently has no mentor Skypaw (she/her) Diluted blue-and-cream tabby, green eyes

QUEENS Quailheart (she/her) Brown spotted with green eyes. KITS: Flintkit (brown), Cornkit (yellow), Wheatkit (gray spiral tabby), Inkkit (Black), Cloudykit (gray-and-white)

ELDERS Firegleam (he/him) Fluffy orange and white, with green eyes Heathop (he/they) Ragged orange and white, green eyes

MARSHCLAN LEADER: Willowstar (they/them) greenish-gray tabby with muddy paws and orange eyes DEPUTY: Mesquitefoot (he/him) Tan with darker point markings, green eyes HEALER: Briskwater (they/he) Slate gray with darker underbelly, yellow eyes. Wears a tobacco flower and leaf. Selectively mute

WARRIORS Cindermask (he/him) Gray-on-gray with a darker mask marking, blue eyes Peatpad (he/him) Soft brown, yellow eyes Honeypool (he/him) Golden with beautiful blue eyes Hawkwasp (they/them) Dark slate gray spiral tabby with orange highlights, yellow eyes APPRENTICE: Coyotepaw Pinyonpelt (they/them) Purplish-red tabby, blue eyes Hollowspur (she/her) slate gray with darker underbelly, heavily scarred. Yellow eyes APPRENTICE: Palmpaw Mudstripe (he/they) Brown tabby, amber eyes Wigglewash (she/her) reddish-brown with blue eyes. Has wobbly cat syndrome Toadtail (he/they) tan brown taby with yellow eyes, stumpy tail

APPRENTICES Coyotepaw (he/him) gray and tan with large yellow eyes Palmpaw (she/her) light red and cream spotted with blue eyes QUEENS Nettlewhisker (they/them) Cream and tan spotted with green eyes KITS: Striderkit (tan), Locustkit (Dark) Sweetstalk (she/her) Bluish-gray tabby with yellow eyes. Wears a marigold flower. Currently expecting 2 kits

ELDERS Redrain (she/her) Scarred, red tabby with blind blue eyes Morningsprint (he/him) Golden tabby with green eyes

MOONCLAN LEADER: Bonestar (she/her) Heavily scarred white with balding limbs and underbelly, longer fur across shoulders. Solid white eyes DEPUTY: Tornlotus (he/him) White with darker spots, beautiful blue eyes. Notably less ragged than the rest of the Clan APOTHECARY: Wisplight (she/her) White with blue eyes, bald patch on nose, bald unders. Long wispy tail, wears small corpse mushrooms ?: Webwhisker (they/them) (blueish-white with large eyes and permanently dilated red pupils. Long whiskers, frequently home to stray spiders KIT: Rubblekit (he/him) completely bald with sparse, wiry fur. Permanently dilated pupils

WARRIORS Chalknose (he/him) bluish light with blue eyes, bald patch on nose and bald unders Gritface (he/him) heavily scarred, muscular gray with a scarred back, and a droopy left side of face. One blind eye, one amber eye Wirefur (he/him) pale brown with yellow eyes and prominent dewclaws Wormtwist (she/they) pale tan with orange eyes, completely bald tail and limbs APPRENTICE: Ratpaw Darklily (she/her) Gray with angry gray eyes KIT: Slimekit (none/he) white and sickly, with warp-bone Archray (he/they) bluish-gray with yellow eyes, large bald patch on nose, bald unders. Wears wrapped cobwebs around paws Gloomcloud (she/her) Heavily scarred gray with one yellow eye, one scarred blind eye Murkbloom (she/her) blueish-gray with blue eyes, hind leg permanently twisted at an improbable angle APPRENTICE: Minnowpaw

APPRENTICES Minnowpaw (he/him) heavily scarred tan, with green eyes. Missing a hind leg. Wears a fish bone Ratpaw (he/him) tan with yellow eyes

MoonClan has no official Nursery/elders role

#warrior cats #mojave clans #sbc #moonclan #saguaroclan #sunclan #marshclan #lore

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amber-tortoiseshell · 1 year

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hi back again with a quick question! so, i have a seal point kitten with some white spotting, but it doesn't seem to follow any sort of patterning like tuxedo. her mom is a tortie, but we don't know what she carries, and her dad is an unknown alley cat. surprisingly, the only alley cats we know of in our area are black, besides one maybe-tortie and one orange tabby with white spotting. we cant really tell if it's really brindled, because her colouring is extremely confined to the points of her body, even if it appears slightly so. do you think its more likely that shes tortoiseshell or white spotted?

I think you should wait a little, and see how the kitten develops. As she grows, the colored points will darken and spread, and you'll be able to see her true colors better. (Literally - red usually comes in later in pointed cats, so if she's a tortie, chances that you'll see some red on her as she matures.)

(This cat is a tortie with white (look at her white paws), that's why it has distinct patches of color and not brindling.)

From what you wrote, both white spotting and tortie is possible (even if the mother doesn't have any white it could come from the father; and tortie mother can have tortie daughter in any pairing). Both of these phenotypes are very variable, and unusual, unique variations aren't rare among them.

Wait and see.

#cat genetics #ask and answer #black tortoiseshell point tuxedo #black tortiseshell point with white

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gigawatt-smile · 1 year

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Hai. I could just ask you but this feels more fun

If you could give Lockwood a cat - any cat - what kind of cat. What do you think his favorite type of cat would be

Okay this has been tugging at my mind all day and I've just about got you a solid answer.

My first thought would be a maine coon because they're like a dog cat and I can imagine him with one just smothering his lap as he reads gossip magazines. However, considering the temperament of maine coons, I think overall they would be too energetic PLUS I think they'd knock too much stuff off the walls and countertops since it's super cluttered.

I could see him with some kind of shorthaired cat. British shorthairs are quite chilled out and a round shaped cat, but they're a bit pathetic to look at. I still like 'em.

Turkish shorthairs are a rarer breed but the cat I would headcanon Lucy with more than Lockwood because they're just generally nice cats. I could see her rocking up with one she's found on the street, if I'm honest, I'm not sure Lockwood actually get a cat off his own initiative. He feels like the dad who is like "we're not getting [insert pet]" and then ends up best friends with it.

(Also, off topic but also on topic, but I could see George with some kind of munchkin cat.)

A Javanese is quite an elegant looking cat that's also close to a dog cat, but still more cat. They're affectionate and I think it could be quite solid considering Lockwood. I'm not 100% sure though because Javanese cats are most commonly pointed (like a siamese) and I don't know if that's his sort of cat.

I have a friend with Oriental cats and they're a pretty solid choice for him, I think. They're silly, affectionate long cats that can be both shorthair or longhair and come in a lot of patterns. I think if he got one it would probably have tuxedo markings or medium to high amounts of white spotting (since white is a spot that moves up a cat from its belly and paws - it's very rare to have a genetically white cat).

Turkish Angora are similar to Maine Coons, but they have less of a defined face and less size. It's longhaired with a fluffy coat but it's less energetic I believe. Temperaments with cats are weird because it really does vary from cat to cat, and with breeds, it's moreso a general rule of thumb.

Right, cat rant aside, those are my thoughts on if he got a cat. Realistically? Lockwood would debatably have a cat dude to all the psychic artefacts in Portland Row and cats are repelled by it, but I do think it would be nice for him to have a pet. I think a dog would be too much for how cluttered the house is (since I don't think he would be a small dog person), and anything else I don't think would appeal to him. So yeah, cat!

#lockwood & co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #i am so sorry about thr size of this - I have a special interest in cats so I get VERY enthusiastic when asked about them #this is my friend asking so it's fine they're expecting this #i accidentally got them into it lmaooo #l&co #long post

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colorboston · 1 year

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Complete Guide on Colorful Boston Terriers

Boston Terriers are beloved companion dogs known for their intelligence, friendly nature, and distinctive tuxedo-like markings. While the classic black and white coat pattern is iconic for this breed, did you know that Boston Terriers can come in a wide range of captivating colors? In this article, we will delve into the fascinating world of colorful Boston Terriers and explore the various shades and patterns that make them truly unique and eye-catching.

Traditional Black and White:

Let's begin with the classic coloration that most people associate with Colorful Boston Terriers. The traditional black and white coat is the most common and instantly recognizable. The black color covers the majority of their body, while the white markings appear on their face, chest, and paws. This combination gives them a dapper appearance, resembling a canine gentleman or lady.

Brindle Beauties:

One of the most striking variations in Boston Terriers is the brindle pattern. Brindle Boston Terriers have a base color, usually black, with streaks or stripes of a lighter color, such as brown or fawn, creating a visually captivating effect. This pattern adds an extra dimension to their coat, making them even more appealing.

Splash of Color: Red and Fawn:

While black is the dominant color in Boston Terriers, there are variations that showcase other hues, such as red and fawn. These colors can range from a deep mahogany red to a lighter caramel shade. The reddish tones give these Boston Terriers a warm and vibrant appearance, making them stand out in a crowd.

Unique Blue Boston Terriers:

Blue Boston Terriers are a rare and enchanting color variation. Their coat has a grayish-blue hue, reminiscent of the color of the sky. The blue color is a result of a dilution gene that affects the pigmentation. These captivating dogs are sure to turn heads wherever they go, thanks to their unique and unusual coat color.

Chocolate Delights:

For those who have a sweet tooth, chocolate-colored Boston Terriers offer a delectable treat for the eyes. These charming canines have a rich brown coat that exudes warmth and elegance. The chocolate coloration can vary in shade, from a deep, dark chocolate to a lighter, milk chocolate tone.

Pied Patterning:

Pied Boston Terriers possess a distinct coat pattern that is a delightful mix of white and any other color. The color patches appear randomly on their body, creating a beautiful mosaic effect. Pied Boston Terriers are known for their lively and playful personalities, matching their visually captivating appearance.

While the classic black and white Boston Terriers have a timeless charm, the colorful variations within this breed add an extra splash of personality and visual appeal. From brindle and red to blue and chocolate, each color variation brings its own unique charm to these already charismatic dogs. Whether you prefer the traditional or the more unusual colors, one thing is certain: the colorful Boston Terriers is filled with vibrant personalities that are sure to capture your heart.

#colorful boston terriers

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sugarcherriess · 2 years

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Imagine going to the shelter to get a cat. You’d walk inside a little room full of cats in cages and look around. Most of them just keep to themselves. Some of them go to the front of the cage and look at you and others might even hiss at you, but this one specific orange cat is going fucking WILD. I’m talking like, pawing the cage door and meowing the loudest meows you’ve ever heard. The worker tells you that he’s usually not like that and that he’s just a little oddball. They’d literally give him away for free because he can be such a troublemaker when he’s not just a peaceful cat. Apparently they’ve only had him at the shelter for like 2 weeks 💀 the workers ask you to pick out the cats you’re interested in so they can let them out of the cages and into a little play area for you to interact with them. You choose 2 little kittens that were grey and white, a tabby cat, a cat that’s fur looks like a tuxedo, and finally that weird orange cat (who was having a hissy fit and meowing bloody murder until you picked him. He went all polite with happy little meows when you pointed at him). You go and sit down inside the play pen and when the cats are added, they all react differently. The little kittens shakily walk towards your shoes, the tabby cat lays down next to your leg, and the tuxedo cat sits in front of you. Now you may be wondering “what about the orange cat?”. Well, he was the last inside the pen, and when he got there, he immediately took a leap right into your lap. He immediately starts rubbing his head on you like he’s scenting you and head-budding your stomach. He’s happily meowing and hissing when the other cats try to come closer to you because he’s an attention whore. You pick him up and hold him in front of your face. He’s a really handsome cat. He has a shiny orange and white fur coat and these pretty black eyes. He has really cute ears and soft fur. He was a lot of personality and seems really attached to you already (and according to the workers you’re the only one he’s been like this to). What sealed the deal for you is when he softly head-butted your face when you were holding him and started meowing and purring when you paid attention to him. You told the worker that you wanted this cat and started the paper work. You only had to pay a couple dollars because they were so happy to get him off their hands. You go to the pet store connected to the shelter and start buying your new little buddy some essentials. You let him choose out a bed, toys, a cat tower, and a collar (you just held him up and moved him up and down and side to side like a metal detector and stopped at the item he meowed at). He seemed like such a smart kitty. When he was choosing his collar, he seemed to really like a black leather one. He chose out a silver tag and you went to check out. When the person asked you what you wanted on the tag, you jokingly held your cat to the keyboard. To your surprise, he started hitting some keys. J-U-Y-E-O-N.

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This is so cute HELLAUR WHAT THE FUCK IM IN TEARS

Now i want a cat to name him juyeon and its all your fault bestie why would you do this to me💔💔💔💔 i would actually swallow him like a gummy bear its so. I FEEL SO VIOLENT WJSNDNFJDNNDJD GRRRRRRRRRRE

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #˚₊·➴ My Lovely 🍞#stupid orange cat #‘attention whore’ like owner like pet

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stagegrain1 · 2 years

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Bernedoodles Can Be Fun For Everyone

Bernedoodle 23 - 29 inches 70 - 90 pounds 12 - 18 years big (61-100 pounds.). 29lbs, 25/37'' high Hauler - 4lb 9ounces 2.5 pounds 3lbs 2.5 lbs 3lbs The huge one (BH1/1P) likewise includes a sizable foundation that you may get coming from a significant package store and toss in your backpack for additional protection. little ones households dogs gentle helpful outgoing playful higher occasional higher energetic when required low hybrid long curly brownish / chocolate / liver dark white bicolor tricolor sable brindle tuxedo merle dark and tan hypoallergenic requires whole lots of brushing cold weather condition forgiving tough commitment tendencies excellent walk friend The Bernedoodle, to begin with offered in 2003, is a cross between a Bernese mountain canine and a poodle. It lives in the forested northlands of Mexico with no outside meals. They were bred only for company, so they really love interest and whole lots of cuddles coming from their families. Right now they are delighting in an vital type of family life, with each other. At times, they even have their own distinct space where they may be themselves. When a pair are therefore close, there is only the time they are both experiencing really well together.". He included: "In some cases that is not excellent for them in any means. Bernedoodles are just as pleased curling up on the sofa as they are exploring a route together with their humans. The married couple's trip is just the beginning. In the spring season of 2017, they set up their household tree, which consists of her three little ones. When the couple ultimately arrived at their family plant, the household saw the little trees and saw the developing greenery with environment-friendly eyes appearing thus lovely that it must not meddle with their program. They're playful and active dogs who can be unyielding as puppies but are strongly trainable many thanks to their big minds. These are extremely different from much older breeds of bulldogs due to their absence of human brain task in evaluation. A latest research study in the Journal of Animal Behavior, through Drs. Alba and Segal, and released in the diary Animal Physiology, presents the development of the individual human brain in the course of learning, when one is trained to observe factors and bear in mind them. Appeal Their coat may likewise be curly like their dog moms and dad or straighter like a Bernese hill pet. Their eyesight is often really good and their mandible is round and big. Their ears are large and possess quick, pointy ones. Their tail is also the littlest and sharpest; that of an octopus is simply a tiny point along the size of the tail. Their rear is called a barbeque, and has actually two narrow, vast paws which are commonly just one long. As a general regulation, the straighter the coat, the even more your Bernedoodle are going to dropped. The thinner the coat, the more you may dropped and the far better your capability to make use of it. All these factors likewise assist to drive the coat's longevity. A jacket that has less body weight than the regular Swiss band will definitely have a harder opportunity damaging right into your body system. It's one of the causes why we opt for a criterion for our Swiss band and why we maintain helping make it. In both instances, the fullness of a Bernedoodle mane helps make this species suitable for chillier temperatures. When it comes to its size differences, this locks is probably extra suited to cold-weather shelter or hard-to-handle exterior digs. The very most typical burrowing dog in the United States is the Lutz, which delve its way up the face of a plant along its very own size. This hair's skin layer is pretty crude, especially at the oral cavity. Reference is commonly sought-after because it's taken into consideration hypoallergenic. The different colors can easily be challenging to view on a person, and also the most laid-back observer might presume that the shade is "cool" in which situation it appears abnormal. You may get utilized to this appeal much better merely by wearing a wool coating. The shade of the woollen has actually a comparable residential properties in a person to that of dairy. While no canine is 100-percent allergen-friendly, this kind's coat can easily be a great alternative for those who often tend to sneeze, sniffle, or irritate around pet dogs. The new coating might additionally give an appealing touch, and is better secured by an extra coating of coating. Piercing the top of your layer: You may determine to strip it off before you take it off. Because dog can easily happen in three sizes—toy, miniature, and standard—Bernedoodles can be different sizes, too. The little measurements dog are so slim it's not unexpected that this little item has really distinctive flavor. They're also somewhat more thick than small measurements poodles. And they're a extra flexible product! You have to recognize that one of your poodles can possess a various color or structure than another, also! Bernedoodle breeders usually supply a little, mini, and conventional dimension, which makes it possible for for versatility with the care and living requirements of each dog. This has led to a a lot higher accessibility for all dog breeders because far fewer individuals are required to apply for one that goes beyond a solitary puppy. In the situation of my Cupprel, my canine was at danger due to big, unexpected pregnancies.

A smaller mix could possibly easily live in an condo as long as she gets plenty of walks and exercise. The home would then have to be constructed at a similar density as the one presently utilized by her dad. Petersley's second, third and fourth houses sit on five acres. The home is currently home to a number of participants of the United States House of Representatives and one member of the State Legislature, a representative for which Petersley was appointed in 2012.

#Bernedoodle #Bernedoodle Puppies #Bernedoodle Puppy

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scribbly-dee · 3 years

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cats of the apocalypse mood board

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[IMAGE ID: the image is a mood board of fifteen total square images organized into five rows of three. Each image has a different cat with the fear alignment written in the image, and each cat is in a pose that has a wholesome, tongue in cheek similarity to that fear. Going in order from left to right, then top to bottom the images are as followed. The Slaughter, a white cat is play biting a human shin. The Flesh, a brown cat is wearing a pink bunny ear hood. The Hunt, a white cat is mid air, pouncing on a human in bed. The Buried, a grey tabby is laying on a pile of dirt on its back, with dirt covering just its stomach. The Desolation, a brown tabby is pawing at a lit candle glass to knock it off the table. The Web, a calico kitten is being held by a human, it has no text but the image is from the Buttersquash is a master of psychological manipulation meme. The Stranger, a grey tabby has a post-it note stuck to its nose with a cat nose and mouth drawn on it. The End, a grey tabby is asleep in a cat bed designed with teeth to look like a cartoony monster's open mouth. The Eye, a black cat is looking straight up at the viewer and is so dark that its only visible features are its blue-green eyes. The Lonely, a wooden ledge covered lightly in snow has two cat paw prints. The Vast, a yellow cat is lounging precariously on a roof antenna while looking down at the viewer. The Corruption, a blue butterfly is landing on a tuxedo cat's up turned nose. The Spiral, a human hand has fingertip cover toys of four tuxedo cat paws and one tuxedo cat head. The Dark, a white cat in a dark room is illuminated by a small lamp at its feet which casts a large shadow. The Extinction, an i-cat music player toy from the aughts is pictured, it resembles a white robotic cat.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #jon sims #the admiral #georgie barker #fearpocalypse #magpod

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asterroidd · 4 years

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the double life of a feline

↬ Modern AU

↬ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

↬ Word Count: 1.4k

↬ Warning/s: Swearing, horrible pun

↬ Synopsis: Little did you know that your cat has an ongoing affair behind your back.

In recent weeks, you have noticed that your tuxedo cat had become chubbier, which made you skeptical. You were a hundred percent sure that you have been feeding it the appropriate amount of cat food. Nothing more, nothing less. Suppose he had been hunting wild birds, which could explain the decline in population of local birds in your neighborhood. It might be, since your cat was once a stray, and even domestic cats nowadays are known to occasionally hunt in the night. They are natural-born hunters after all.

But it doesn’t erase the fact that your cat’s fur would sometimes smell like black tea. Which was odd since you don’t drink the mentioned beverage. You prefer coffee since it provides your daily need of caffeine. There were also instances where his fur is properly groomed, no knots to be found, and his nails are perfectly trimmed. Could it be that your cat has been living a double life?

Currently, your furry friend is beside you, with its back against the soft coverings of your couch. It was clear that he is having the best time in his world. With its day consisting of sleeping, eating, grooming, and sleeping once again. You could hear its faint purring, a sign that he is content and comfortable in your presence.

“Sir Meowsalaut. . .” you trailed off, gazing at your cat. “Have you been cheating on me?”

The cat opened its eyes lazily, briefly gazing at you before yawing and stretching its paws. It gave you a soft ‘meow’ before dozing back to sleep. You pouted, you expected better things from him. Sir Meowsalaut was a former stray cat, one that you adopted when you found him lying on the street heavily injured after being in a fight with some other cats in the area. He was bone-thin and covered with fleas, but still have fire inside him. You did not think twice in bringing him to the nearest veterinary clinic, fully dedicating yourself to this one feline. You could not just ignore him and watch the cat die, alone and cold.

“I work my ass off for you, the least you could do is stay loyal,” you murmured, in which your words fell on deaf ears. As much as you wanted to scold the lazy feline for its suspected infidelity, your work shift is nearing. Sighing, you pushed yourself off the couch to prepare. You dreaded your part time job as a waitress in a nearby coffee shop. Life as a college student is hard, especially if one is drowned in endless amount of debt and student loans. Nonetheless, you forced yourself to wear the uniform—a simple cream-colored buttoned-up blouse paired with brown knee-length skirt and red scarf to be tied around your neck—which thankfully is comfortable to wear. Trudging around your apartment, Sir Meowsalaut watched you. The tuxedo cat bored out of its mind and itching to explore outside. A young tomcat much like himself has urges after all.

“Don’t be a pesky kitty!” you called out before leaving Sir Meowsalaut alone in your apartment. Unbeknownst to you, your balcony door was left slightly ajar.

An opportunity was given and Sir Meowsalaut was not going to let it slide. The feline rose from his resting position, stretching his paws for a few seconds. His green orbs scanning the room he grew accustomed off the past few months. While, indeed, he loved you dearly (mainly since you provide his daily meals), the tuxedo cat yearned for adventure. He hopped off the couch, taking his time in walking towards the balcony door.

Due to your stupidity, it was left wide enough for him to slip past through, and sure he did. Though, he had minor difficulty given that his body expanded due to an increased intake of food. The feline jumped on the small shelf where your potted plants reside it, rattling a few off. Sir Meowsalaut did not care though, all he wanted was to visit his other friend in the apartment beside yours.

The cat prepared itself for the jump, eyes focused and limbs crouching down. Then, it pushed itself off the ground, gracefully landing on the other side. Sir Meowsalaut blinked, peering inside the glass door. His tail curved at the tip as he saw his friend. The feline then pawed at the door, its nails eliciting a screeching sound against the glass. And to his delight, his friend noticed him. Sir Meowsalaut waited patiently as the figure approached him.

“Oh, you again?” the male spoke out whilst opening the door to let the cat inside, Sir Meowsalaut making sure to brush its cheek against his legs. The mischievous cat was sure going to take his sweet time in this male’s apartment.

The sun was already gone by the time your shift had ended. It was a slow day, thankfully. A few customers here and there would walk in to order a beverage or two. While your co-workers chatted with one another, you made use of the time by cleaning the café, hopefully your boss would notice your actions and would give you a pay raise.

Your thoughts would always circle back to your cat, concerned about his ever increasing body weight. It could be hypothyroidism, which (as you have researched) could sometimes cause a feline’s obesity. However, your co-worker did suggest that it could just be a lack of exercise. Which made sense since Sir Meowsalaut had been doing nothing but dozing off in your apartment. You tried enticing him to play with mouse toys but he paid no interest to it. Perhaps an exercise wheel? You made a mental note to check online shops. For your dear catto, you are willing to spend every last drop of money to satisfy him.

A sigh escaped your lips as the familiar building of your apartment drew near. Finally. A well-deserved rest. Though, something caught your eye. A mix of black and white fur, sleeping peacefully on top of the windowsill. Its body pressed against the glass pane. It was then you realized that it was Sir Meowsalaut himself. Your heart swelled at the idea that your beloved cat was waiting for you.

Until it hit you.

Sir Meowsalaut was inside a different apartment. In fact, it was the one next to yours.

“What—” you blinked. How in the world did that fat cat escaped. Then it dawned on you, your balcony door slightly opened. You knew it! Sir Meowsalaut was indeed cheating on you! With a neighbor nonetheless!

Storming, you quickly rushed inside the building to inform your neighbor of your cat’s malicious activities. You knocked on the door precisely three times, then waited patiently.

“What do you want?” the door was pulled open to reveal a young man (suppose in his mid 20’s) looking at you with an annoyed expression. He had straight black hair, which was styled in an undercut curtain. You took notice the dark circles forming under his narrow gray eyes. The male raised a brow, waiting for you to speak out.

“So uhm. . . look. I am your next-door neighbor and this may seem weird but I saw my cat in your window earlier and I think he might be cheating on me with you. I am sorry for the inconvenience but can I please have him back,” you rambled.

The male blinked at you, processing your words. “Your cat cheated on you. . ?”

You nodded.

He seemed to glance back at the cat, before looking at you once more. “Make sure to keep an eye on him next time.” The male opened the door wide enough to let you inside his apartment.

“Sir Meowsalaut you cheater! How could you do this to me!” you exclaimed once close enough to the feline. The cat yawned, then looked at you with bored eyes, its tail swaying slowly.

“You call the cat ‘Sir Meowsalaut’?” the male questioned.

You blinked. “Yeah. . .?”

“That’s a shitty name.”

You took great offense to that. “Hey! It’s a nice pun!”

The male ignored your protest, preparing himself a cup of black tea. “Just hurry up and take the fat cat.”

Pursing your lips, you picked up Sir Meowsalaut with all your might, he did gained weight after all. His chonky body pressed against yours. “Say. . . I didn’t catch your name,” you uttered.

Your neighbor took a sip from his cup (in which he held in an odd way) before answering. “Levi.”

“If you want, Levi. I could maybe treat you to brunch at some point? To make up for feeding this guy,” you suggested, pointing to Sir Meowsalaut.

“Fine by me,” he replied.

You beamed at him, before stepping out of his apartment. Perhaps you could forgive your cat and his infidelity, since you got a date with a cute guy next door.

Sir Meowsalaut would 10/10 cheat again.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #asters fics

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Tigerclaw/star and Goldenflower!

Tigerclaw!

So I didn’t want to overcomplicate Tigerclaw’s design cos ill be doing metas and designs for all the Tigerclaw clones as well and I wanted them to have an obvious connection to both him and the mother, but I also gave gave him a buncha different physical traits and marks for the same reason. Onto the design -

From the wiki:

Tigerstar is a dark brown tabby with unusually long claws, and amber eyes.

1. Marks

I gave him few stripes (two on his shoulders, two on his sides, and two on the rump, as well as a total of four on the face, not counting his dorsal stripe). Tiger also has a big-ish beige mane, dark paws, and a white chin and tail tip. The whole back of his head and neck are black and he has a darker brown patch where his tabby stripes lay. All of his markings are sharp, including the one curled stripe on his side to give him a more rugged, villain-y look.

2. Build

Tigerclaw is always described as being just bigger than normal cats so I incorporated this into his design. He has large paws, muscular, wide shoulders and a strong chin. His face is also very angular and sharp, with high cheek bones and small eyes. I kept his ears tiny to make him look more tiger like.

His claws are permanently un-sheathed and larger than an ordinary cat’s. I gave him a few scars – one across his nose, a few on his back/upper hip, and a torn ear. He has his big beige mane that he’ll share with all the other tiger clones, but also furry elbows and shoulders.

Goldenflower!

From the wiki:

Goldenflower is a sleek, small, pale ginger tabby. She has a small nick in one ear and yellow eyes.

1. Marks

Goldenflower isn’t very present as far a remember.? So there’s a lot of room for interpretation. I didn’t want to make her a pale ginger cat, since the designs I have planned for Tawnypelt and Brambleclaw wouldn’t work if she was, so I just made her a slightly more yellow ginger tabby cat with white spots.

Her stripes are more prominent and a lot more than Tigerclaw’s, but they’re also much softer and fluid/circular, which gives her a gentler, more friendly look. I tried making her look more motherly without making it her whole personality. She has a paler beige patch where her stripes are.

She also has a tuxedo gene I think its called? Both her and Tiger have it, but Goldenflower’s is heavier, I think she looks pretty neat like this.

2. Build

The wiki says she’s sleek and small and I guess she could be but I don’t remember her being described like this in the books so I just made her a relatively normal sized cat. She has bigger eyes and ears and smaller paws. I also gave her the small nick in her ear, but I don’t remember how she got it? Im assuming its from the Bloodclan battle but eh. She has two yellow flowers behind her ear as a callback to her name.

Next are Bramble and Tawnypelt! :D

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away-from-anthills · 3 years

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chapter four-

(emetophobia/body horror mention warning for this chapter)

The next morning, Antstar had names on his mind.

Coalpaw, Spiderpaw, and Sparrowpaw were set to have their warrior ceremonies in about a little more than a quarter moon. Spiderpaw was to take her final assessment in a few days, and Sparrowpaw was in the process of hers; Coalpaw’s was to begin the day after (but Antstar was fairly confident he’d pass). This was Antstar’s first warrior ceremony as a leader- and not only that, but one of the apprentices involved was his own, and he didn’t want to let Spiderpaw down. He had quite a soft spot for the little gray tabby- part of him wondered if, granted he made it as a leader that long, she could someday be his deputy, just as Shalestar had chosen him.

Coalpaw, he had already figured out, would make for a great Coalclaw. He was as built like a brick as a WindClan cat could be, big and muscly; and the name clicked off the tongue with the refreshing feeling of a cold spring of water.

Sparrowpaw’s defining trait, in his mind, was how much she wanted to be like her mother, Shadeflower, to the point she was training to be a permaqueen just like her. Sparrowshade for her, maybe?... No, that was almost too obvious, and she didn’t have the sly stealth one would expect of a -shade. Sparrowshadow? No, that was too long, and the syllables blended together too much when one tried to say it.

A blue-gray figure passed him. Antstar turned to see Toadpool, making his way to the fresh-kill pile.

“Toadpool,” he said gingerly as he paced up to the tom, “did your grandfather ever tell you how he named cats? For their warrior ceremonies, I mean.”

Toadpool thought for a moment, clicking his tongue. “He did tell me a little bit about it. Not much, though. Why?”

“I’m stuck on figuring out names for- well, you know.” He pointed to where Sparrowpaw was chatting with her uncle Webwhisker, the little brown tabby molly seeking advice for the hunting portion of her test. Antstar could overhear him soothingly reassuring her.

“Oh, Sparrowpaw. Well… she’s like her mother the most, isn’t she?”

“She is, and I was thinking of incorporating that in the name. She’d be pleased with that. But Sparrowshade doesn’t feel quite right.”

“You could try Sparrowflower,” Toadpool suggested. Antstar mumbled the name to himself a few times, but while it was a pretty name, it didn’t fit Sparrowpaw just right. She wanted to be like her mother, yes, but she had the boisterousness of her siblings; she would need something with a touch of playfulness.

Sparrowstem? Sparrowleaf?

“…Sparrowpetal, maybe?” Toadpool suggested, still scrounging for ideas as he nosed through the fresh-kill pile.

That was it! Sparrowpetal- easy to say, playful, but still reminiscent of Shadeflower.

“… I think that’ll do, Toadpool. Thank you.”

Toadpool nodded cheerfully and Antstar turned away, pacing back to his den where he could survey WindClan’s camp from. Antstar found himself quite liking Toadpool. He wasn’t intelligent in a bookish way, or even in a social way, but there was a quiet brilliance about him that he had to have inherited from Shalestar. And, as anxiety had tickled Antstar’s feet throughout his leadership thus far, Toadpool was something of a constant- always confident in his grandfather’s final choice… or, perhaps, too naïve to ever think Shalestar could make mistakes.

Had it been a mistake?

There was a knot in the back of Antstar’s mind that was well on its way to thinking it had been.

Antstar looked across the clearing, hearing the whisper of his name on the wind. It was Sparkthistle- this time, conversing with Stoatslink and an old black molly.

The old black molly Antstar recognized as Crowflower, who had been leading nursery queen before Shadeflower had taken over the position a couple of seasons ago. She was retired, now, but even still she was one of the Clan’s most trusted cats, and it was she who set the tone of the elders’ den.

“I can’t be the only one who sees it… Shalestar must have been out of his mind. All Antstar does is slip up. I think- personally- we’d be better off without him…”

Antstar’s windpipe tangled itself into a knot. Crowflower’s expression was slightly doubtful; Stoatslink, however, nodded, his brows low and his eyes dark with agreement.

Antstar felt his feet take him away. He dashed through the tunnel that led out of WindClan camp, the thorny weeds scratching at him as he neglected to pay attention to where he was going. The sky above him was just slightly overcast, with only a sliver of sunlight slinking through. Antstar felt dizzyingly sick.

WindClan brought you in. And they could surely bring you out.

Suddenly, Antstar stopped himself. Only a fox-length away lay the gorge that separated WindClan’s territory from RiverClan’s. In the distance, he could see a small RiverClan patrol, led by a red tabby with tufted ears. For a moment, she stopped, and gave him a friendly nod of acknowledgement. Antstar nodded back, and watched the patrol slip away, back behind the ferns and stones that RiverClan called home.

The gorge had always calmed him. Even as a kit, he remembered running off to sit by it, taking in the smell and the thrashsound of freshwater that echoed from the gorge’s two walls. There was something so deeply alluring about standing on its rim- so long, of course, as Antstar didn’t think too long about what would happen if he slipped.

“…Sir?”

Antstar, at first a tad startled, turned to see the unwavering gaze of Whitetooth. The nearly-white cat stood behind him, their ears turned to show a slight worry behind two teal eyes that were rarely privy to show emotion.

“…Sir, you left camp rather abruptly. You looked very worried. While I respect your confidentialities, Antstar- pray tell, what bothers you?”

Antstar’s tongue clammed up against his lips, but the Burmese tom couldn’t handle the stress that gripped his heart like a hawk talon. “…I was overhearing Sparkthistle talk to some others. And- she told them that they’d be better off without me. And maybe this is a crazy thought but- what if they go through with that? What if they start rebellion? What if everyone hates me, and when my back is turned they’ll all gang up on me and-“

“Calm yourself, sir: You are not the first or the last to feel this way. I am sure Shalestar, and all the leaders before him, felt very similarly.”

“But I’m not a Clan cat! Shalestar was!”

Whitetooth thought for a few seconds, their pointed snout turned towards the ground below. “You may not be. But there are cats in other Clans who are well loved despite being not of their Clan. Two of us medicine cats, even, were not born in their home Clans. Pebblesky of RiverClan left her ThunderClan birthplace to be in RiverClan, and Rosettepelt was a kittypet who was taken in by the Clan. Both of them are very well respected, and both are gifted at their craft despite that. I have the same faith in you, my friend.”

There was something innately calming in Whitetooth’s voice. It was deep, and smooth, and it felt like it was cradling Antstar’s soul and holding it close until the panic that had seized him earlier ebbed away.

It could be done, couldn’t it.

Everything would be fine.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar yelp of pain echoed across the WindClan sky.

“What was that?” asked Antstar. His ears suddenly pricked as he tried to detect the direction the unfamiliar sound was coming from- was it a trick the gorge was playing on him?

There was another cry. Whitetooth cantered away, their body seemingly remaining perfectly still as their legs cycled beneath them. Antstar followed his medicine cat across the territory, the grasses poking and prying at his sides, until the two were side by side on Outlook Rock. Suddenly, Antstar saw what Whitetooth detected: Six cats- cats Antstar had never seen before- near a bush of red berries. One was collapsed, quivering; the others nervously circled around their fallen associate with a mixture of confusion and terror.

Before Antstar could ask what was happening, Whitetooth sprang from the rock. Determination flashed in their teal eyes as they approached the group.

“What’s going on here?” they asked.

A small, old ginger molly opened her throat to speak, but before she could she was cut off by a much younger tawny-and-white tom. “Juniper had one of these little red berries, and- and he’s hurt! We don’t know why!”

Whitetooth nodded sagely. “I think I can help.” They picked up the unresponsive brown tabby- a small creature, about ShadowClan-size- and laid him belly-up before kneading their paws into the space just below the tom’s chest. One, two, three, four pushes and a chewed-up berry- along with a small, dark seed- went flying out of Juniper’s mouth.

Juniper’s eyes awoke with a start, revealing themselves to be a shade of deep green. He got up, swaying back and forth, and, after schlepping himself over to the corner of the pathway, vomited out whatever else had been in his belly.

“These are deathberries,” said Whitethroat, pointing with their brown tailtip to the bush that sat besides them. “The berry part is harmless, and can even have some medicinal qualities. However, each berry has a seed in the center that can easily claim a cat’s life are they not careful. Your friend here was lucky.”

“Juniper looks too sick to be lucky,” said a large dilute calico molly. She had a point- Juniper looked nauseous and barely cognizant of Whitetooth’s lesson. However, Whitetooth didn’t seem to grasp the point she was making.

“In addition- I’m sorry to say this, but you are trespassing on WindClan territory. We are kind to loners, and we will let you stay, but you cannot stay for too long.”

“The Clans!” said the young patched tawny tom. He was rather tall and very lean, and his paws looked as if he had never quite managed to grow into them. “I thought those were legends! There’s five of you, right? And you’re all noble, and honorable, and-“

“Enough, Baxter,” said a stern-looking old tuxedo molly, her face checkered with scars.

“Who is the leader of this group, anyway?” asked Antstar, trying his best not to be a sudden interruption. The little ginger molly that Baxter had previously interrupted stepped forward. She was very old, her red pelt practically hanging off of her bony frame like a discarded bullfighter’s cape. “I am. My name is Audrey, and these are my friends. I’ve been close to Shrike here-“ -she motioned to the old tuxedo molly- “for a very long time, and since then we have taken in these four cats. Lily was a barn cat who was forced to leave when a new family of Upwalkers took over the farm. Baxter and Stella wandered too far from their respective housefolk and never found their ways back. And Juniper was a rogue living on his own who decided to join us. We haven’t been very lucky in recent moons, however. There was a seventh of us, Bruno, but while we were traveling, he caught a sickness that he never recovered from.”

“I miss him,” reflected Baxter somberly.

Suddenly, a thought- perhaps an insane thought, perhaps a thought too idealistic to be reached without hurting oneself in the process- danced across Antstar’s mind. Of course- maybe some cats of WindClan could never be convinced Antstar could rule well. But what if- just what if- what if he could bring in cats who’d certainly have to think the world of him? “You could all come join us in WindClan!” Baxter looked immediately sold on the idea. Stella, the black cat beside him, also seemed to be immediately warming up to it. The others, however, were apprehensive.

“In WindClan,” started Antstar, putting on his best salesman voice, “everyone cares about each other. We have medicine cats, like Whitetooth here, who can heal the sick. We care for kits and the elderly, and everyone helps each other. There’s work to be done, of course- hunting, fighting; keeping the borders protected and the camp tidy. But when we’re all together, when we’re all asleep under the great big night sky- it’s all worth it.” Antstar almost believed himself for a moment.

“… But I’ve heard the Clans don’t like outsiders,” said Shrike, the gears in her head beginning to turn ever so slightly.

“Well- I was an outsider once. I was taken in by WindClan, too. And I’m their leader, now. Not all cats like outsiders- but they’ll warm up to the lot of you quickly. We’re a rather small Clan, so they will appreciate the extra help.”

“I’m afraid that Shrike and I are too old to do all that hunting and fighting,” said Audrey gently. Shrike seemed to disagree with her, but she didn’t say a word about it.

“The elders of WindClan are well cared for. All of you will be well cared for here, so long as you are loyal to our Clan and do your best.”

Slowly, reluctance bubbled into curiosity, and the little group of loners began to go along with the idea. Baxter and Stella seemed already sold; Juniper, Audrey, and Lily needed a bit of time to make up their minds, and Shrike was the hardest sell- even as they trekked through the tunnel into camp, Antstar got the feeling that she wasn’t entirely sure of WindClan’s merits.

Antstar noted that, just before they made the left turn home, Whitetooth seemed still drawn to the deathberry bush. It was like it had set off an electrical impulse in their mind, and Antstar couldn’t understand what about the deathberries was occupying the medicine cat’s mind.

It wasn’t long before WindClan cats began to approach the strange little group. Stripedwing, Webwhisker, and Molethroat greeted them amicably; Sparkthistle and Stoatslink, however, seemed apprehensive. Crowflower was already entrenched in conversation with Audrey as Antstar made his way up the Tallrock to start a meeting that would inaugurate them- but, just before he did so, a dark red tabby slunk up his side.

“Hello, Russetfoot,” said Antstar. He had not seen his deputy since the early morning, as Russetfoot had been out hunting with the apprentices for much of the day.

“Hi. I was going to ask- what, exactly, are those loners doing here?”

“They seem like a nice bunch of cats. I was going to make them apprentices- we are a small Clan, after all, and they seemed willing to join.”

Russetfoot’s green eyes flickered with a trace of apprehension. “…That’s nice, and we could use the extra help. But… this, so quickly? I support your decision- but could you maybe pipe down a bit before you make a choice like this again?”

Antstar knew that Russetfoot was simply offering critique. That was his job, as a deputy. Yet every time even the slightest trace of rejection crossed Antstar’s path, he felt like his stomach had been torn open and thrown into saltwater.

“… I’ll make sure to.” Away Russetfoot went to corral the crowd, and Antstar started the spiel.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Tallrock for a meeting.”

There was the shuffling of pawsteps and the silence of dying conversation, before the air cleared enough that Antstar could speak.

“Earlier today, while I was on a walk with my medicine cat Whitetooth, we ran into these six loners. Whitetooth was able to save one of them from an ailment, and from there they began to consider joining WindClan. They are capable of being fine members of this Clan, and so I have decided to allow them to join us. It will be up to them to prove themselves, but as they will become members of our community-“ -he glared at Sparkthistle, who glared right back- “I expect all of you to be kind and gentle. Remember that your leader was a loner once.”

Sparkthistle snickered something under her breath. Antstar, frankly, did not have the patience to listen to it.

“Baxter, Stella, Lily, Juniper. As members of WindClan, you are expected to take up names that pertain to this Clan’s tradition. Do you understand?”

The four cats nodded their heads. Baxter and Stella looked a tad reluctant to give up the names their housefolk had dubbed them.

“Alright. You are now Birchpaw, Nightpaw, Lilypaw, and Juniperpaw, respectively. While you are all old enough to be warriors, I have enlisted you as apprentices so you can spend the next half-moon or so learning about and adjusting to Clan life. Your mentors will be Sandwhisker, Emberheart, Stripedwing, and Rockscratch. Remember, you will not be apprentices for very long- but you still must make every moment count.”

There was some cheering from the crowd from some of the friendlier cats of WindClan, but there was also enough doubt that the air felt slightly palpable with it.

“And for Audrey and Shrike. These two cats, while dedicated and worthy, have admitted they are too old to be warriors. They will become elders and pass on their knowledge and skill to the Clan. As they are old, I am allowing them to keep their old names.”

Another cheer- another slice of doubt.

“Meeting dismissed. If any of the mentors or apprentices introduced today have questions, feel free to see me.”

That’ll solve the issue, Antstar thought. These cats are going to think the world of me, just as how I saw the world of Shalestar. The cats who doubt me will simply be outnumbered- and now, of course, I will be accepted.

As Antstar went off to the leaders’ den to enjoy a dormouse he had picked up from the fresh-kill pile, he felt Whitetooth following him once again. He looked up to see the cat- who seemed, as they almost always did, to have some indescribable answer.

“Meet me near the gorge tonight, when the moon is at its peak.”

Just as Antstar was about to ask why, the white cat with the brown tail slipped away into the medicine den and was gone.

That night, the thin veil of clouds that coated the sky dissipated, illuminating the WindClan camp with hair-tingling moonlight. WindClan cats slept in the open space of the sandy hollow, close together as if the night might try to pull any one of them away.

Antstar got up out of the leader’s den. Having to adjust to sleeping in a den, rather than in the open air with his Clanmates, was something that Antstar had found very difficult, although the leader’s den was shallow and amounted to little more than a slight cavity in the hollow’s wall The ceiling above him might keep him safe- but it hovered over him, leering, blocking the stars from his sight.

Antstar looked up. The moon had begun to grow thin ever so slightly, and it was at its highest point in its arc, positioned just above the silhouettes of the ShadowClan territory that lay beyond the Thunderpath.

It was time for whatever Whitetooth had wanted to tell him.

Antstar slipped out of camp and away, careful to not awaken any of his sleeping Clanmates. The night beckoned him. There was the distant hum of moths and the glow of fireflies across the moor. Night always comforted Antstar, especially as the days always felt too bright and too busy.

Whitetooth sat by the gorge, acknowledging Antstar with a nod. For a moment, they sat in the silence, with the only sounds coming from the rivers that coursed below. The moonlight reflected off of the water, giving Antstar and Whitetooth’s underbellies an eerie glow.

“Antstar. I know something has been bothering you. There’s a pebble stuck in the back of your head, and you’re not acting much like yourself.”

“… I just… worry. Does the Clan like me? What if they don’t? What if they kill me?”

“You have nothing to fear. If worst comes to worst… I have a solution.”

“… A solution?”

“Yes.” Whitetooth took a second, thinking of the words that were about to bounce off their own tongue. “Did you see the deathberry bushes from when we found those loner cats?”

“…Of course. Why?”

There was a glint in Whitetooth’s eye. It was not a glint of glee, or even of preparation. It was simple, honest, the glint of an apprentice following their mentor’s instruction or of a deputy awaiting their first task. And even yet, Antstar suddenly felt like he didn’t like where his medicine cat’s thoughts were headed.

“Sparkthistle is never going to accept you. She’ll die the way she is, stubborn, spiteful, shrill. But as long as she is around she presents a natural weakness to your leadership, correct?”

Antstar could only nod in agreement.

“Now, deathberry seeds serve another very important purpose. Remember a few moons ago, when that ShadowClan elder Mothfall passed away?” Antstar nodded again, keeping his head close to Whitetooth’s so he could hear Whitetooth’s voice as it became quieter and quieter. “It wasn’t old age or sickness that killed him. Mothfall had a massive lump that developed on his jaw, so large it nearly engulfed the size of his own head. It was horrific, and every moment it was there, he was in horrendous pain. Eventually, he could no longer sleep or eat because of it- he would just sit in the corner of the medicine den, withering, weeping with agony.”

Antstar’s ears flattened with horror at the image of the old ShadowClan tom that his mind was lending him. He had heard of such uncurable lumps, and had even seen a few Clanmates die from them- but nothing like what Whitetooth had just described.

“Now, it would be inhumane to let Mothfall continue surviving when he was barely living. If anything, he was dying a slow death already. But in ShadowClan-“ -they paused, thinking, letting Antstar process the direction they were about to carve with their tongue- “-in ShadowClan, the medicine cats use deathberries for that exact reason. Addertooth fed him a few. There was a moment of nausea and suffering, and then he was gone, and they buried him soon after. The next time we all visited the Moonstone together after that, Addertooth and Rosettepelt looked so relieved. They must have seen him in StarClan then; healthy, thriving, having left the agony of his mortal existence.”

Antstar nodded. But something in his belly felt deeply uneasy. “…But what does that have to do with Sparkthistle?”

“Well, Mothfall was never going to get better. Everyone knew that from the second the lump was first felt.” Whitetooth’s teal eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and their brown ears drew back. “And Sparkthistle is never going to get better, either.”

Antstar stepped back away from the gorge, the horror of what Whitetooth was about to suggest truly hitting him.

“It would be quick- and again, I would only ever do it if you asked me to. Sparkthistle herself would be in no pain- just the moment of nausea, and then she'd land among the stars.” They looked down below the earth, and then raised their chin up as if they were telling a dark joke. “Or in hell, maybe, if StarClan gets sick of her.”

“What- no!” Antstar had to fight to keep his vocal volume at a whisper. “What kind of leader do you take me for? I’m not killing my own Clanmate!”

Whitetooth backed away, and then craned their neck and cocked their head a little to the left. “Fine, then. I will only ever do what you ask me to. But think of this, Antstar, think of what you already know to be true. Sparkthistle is hurting your Clan. And- as a leader- it is your job to protect them…”

Antstar shook his head and walked away, leaving Whitetooth by the gorge. This had to be a bad dream. A rotten dream. He blinked to himself over and over, trying to wake himself up; the realization dawned on him that he was already awake in his reality. But Whitetooth had said they wouldn’t do anything of the sort were Antstar not okay with it, and they were so important to Antstar now that he couldn’t imagine ever mentioning what had just occurred and the things that had just been said to anyone else.

He went back into his den and began to ease into sleep as he heard Whitetooth arrive and slink into the medicine den. But after a moment of thought, he placed his head just out of the den, so the stars could still watch over him, and soon the thoughts of Sparkthistle and deathberries left him entirely as he fell into sleep’s awaiting arms.

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hexalianrebel-blackfeathers · 3 years

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Another Year Over

Panda's Notes: Happy Holiday Month! This is my Squealing Santa story for @rareficsnstuff . They asked for some ler All Might with Mirio and Eri. I admit I kind of fell in love with this idea when I got it, so I hope you guys like it too. Thanks so much to @ticklygiggles for hosting.

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Mirio had flinched a bit when someone came knocking at his door. He rubbed his face with the heel of his hand, wondering how long he’d been lying there as he pushed himself heavily off of the bed. He nudged aside his curtain for a moment, cringing just a bit at the late morning light. He was about to check his phone for the time when they knocked again, and he took a soft breath before approaching to open it.

“Mr. Lemillion!” The room was suddenly filled with light as Eri leaned to wrap her arms around Mirio’s shoulders, her winter coat crinkling as she hugged him.

“Eri, hey!” He reciprocated immediately, moving to support her with one arm and smiling slightly up at the man carrying her.

All Might mouthed a slight apology, letting Mirio hold her properly as he rested his hands on his hips. “Good morning, Togata. Sorry to come calling on you without warning, but I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining us off-campus.”

“Oh, um, today?” Mirio asked hesitantly, setting Eri down and smiling softly as she bounced slightly at All Might’s side. “Today is… I mean, I guess I don’t have plans, but—”

“Please?” Eri called up to him, standing on her toes. “Mr. Yagi said we can go see all the stuff that’s left after new year’s!”

All Might chuckled softly. “A few of the food stalls from that festival are still up, and I thought we could stop into the stores for a few things.”

Mirio wrung his fingers for a moment, trying to catch a glance at All Might’s watch. “W-Well, I think I can be ready in half an hour.”

Eri cheered, and All Might nodded patiently. “We’ll wait for you in the lobby. You can take your time.” He said calmly as Eri took his hand, meeting Mirio’s eyes and waving slightly before they turned to leave.

Mirio laughed quietly as he closed the door, turning to rest his shoulder against it and closing his eyes in slight frustration. He convinced himself that he could do this. Staying cooped up in his dorm with all these feelings wasn’t going to do him any good anyway. He approached his desk, opening a drawer and smiling sadly as he reached into it.

Eri waved excitedly when he finally got down to the commons, her snow boots thumping softly as she hopped in place. Mirio put on a big smile, dashing toward them to scoop her up in his hands and relish in her laughter before they left.

“So, there was a festival down here this week?” Mirio asked as they finally made it down the hill from UA’s campus. “I can’t believe I didn’t hear about it!”

“Yeah, Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Yagi told me it was like the school festival, but I couldn’t go when it was bigger since we were studying and stuff.” Eri explained, appearing sad for a fraction of a second before she was shrugging off one strap of her little backpack. “But Mr. Aizawa got bought me this!” She presented a stuffed cat in a dapper little suit and hat, and Mirio couldn’t help a soft laugh as he poked its nose.

“Aw, that’s really cute. Maybe I can find one too?”

All Might chuckled as Eri put the cat away. “Perhaps we could try; it seemed like it was mostly just a few food carts.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind; I haven’t even had breakfast tod—” He blinked as he realized he could smell a few different fried foods. “Oh, wow.” They rounded the corner and found the stalls set up along a short stretch of road; a few folks were up on ladders taking down the New Year’s decorations; and others were collapsing tent poles from where empty stalls once stood; but when the three of them approached, most of them waved with smiles. Eri lit up happily, and All Might waved slightly as he pulled up the collar of his coat.

“Well, I do have a recommendation in mind that I was told to act on.” All Might suggested. “How do you two feel about pork cutlet bowls?”

Eri seemed a bit confused, and Mirio crouched beside her to explain while All Might walked over to the stall. She nodded as he listed off ingredients, but he noticed her eyes wandering. He looked over his shoulder, noticing someone packing up what appeared to be a shop stall.

“Want to see?” Mirio asked, already standing back up as she gasped excitedly. She took his hand, leading him over to the cloaked vendor.

“Morning!” Mirio called a bit loudly, startling the vendor. “Ah, sorry.”

“Oh, hey, kids.” They paused as they folded down a leg of their tent. “Can I help you?”

“Just looking around, actually.” He admitted, smiling as they rolled their eyes a bit. “We weren’t able to come out during the festival the other night but—”

“Mr. Lemillion, look!” Eri called, peeking into an open tub of plush animals. “It’s the kitty Mr. Aizawa got.” Indeed, the bottom of the box was covered in small cat plushes in different costumes: cowboys, fairies, the cute tuxedo Eri had, and a few others, but Mirio found his gaze catching on a certain one.

“Ah, hey, how many of these could I get for…” He pulled out his wallet, thumbing through the bills. “2000 yen?”

The vendor turned to him, tapping their chin coyly despite a telling grin. “Well, you are awfully late, but I remember Eraserhead coming by the other night, so… How about ten?”

Mirio’s eyes widened a bit, and Eri cheered happily and insisted she could carry them for him. She giggled a bit as he let her help pick the new cats that he’d stash away for gifts later, but he made sure to pull three of the same cat up for the pile. They thanked the chuckling vendor as they tried to organize them carefully into the backpack, only to end up with Eri’s dapper cat zipped up cozily in her coat. Mirio also set one of his favored cats in his pocket as they zipped the bag closed.

“There you two are!” All Might called as he approached with two small paper bowls.

“Mr. Yagi! We got so many cats!” Eri announced as she ran to his side.

“More of them?” The hero glanced at Mirio a bit uncertainly.

He smiled a bit shyly, reaching back into his pocket. “Actually, they’re mine. I’m saving them for presents. Do you want to see one?”

All Might nodded, walking with them to a bench and brushing snow off of the seat before lifting Eri up onto it. As he was handing her the smaller of the two cups, Mirio pulled the plush out of his pocket to show him:

A white cat in a plain grey suit with a little briefcase held in its paws.

Eri had really liked the cup of pork cutlet and fired rice, spurring a conversation with All Might where she remembered that Deku had told her they were his favorite food. As they were talking, Mirio’s eyes were wandering between the stores they were passing.

“Mr. Lemillion?” He flinched when Eri squeezed his hand, smiling down at her. “Are you okay?”

“Heh, I’m fine, Eri.” He said, fixing his scarf as he forced a chuckle. “Sorry, I’m kinda distracted today.”

“It’s fine, Togata.” All Might said patiently. “We just have to stop right here; then we can get back to campus.” He pointed toward a general store with his free hand. “I should only be a couple minutes, but you two can look around again if you’d like.”

“Maybe we can find more cats?” Eri gasped, and Mirio couldn’t help laughing.

“I don’t think we should buy any more cats today, Eri.”

Mirio chuckled lightly as he chased Eri through a few of the aisles, not that she ever ran out of his sight, but it kept his mind content to hear her laugh. They had picked up a bit of speed, and he nearly tripped over her when she stopped abruptly.

“Eri, are you alright?” He asked automatically before crouching beside her. “Please don’t stop like that, I almost fell on you.”

“I’m sorry.” She said quickly, leaning on his arm with her gaze still on the shelf. “What are all these?”

She motioned to the line of heavily discounted firework sets before standing on her toes to reach a box of sparklers.

“They’re fireworks,” Mirio explained as she turned the box in her hands, “kinda like when we saw the light show during Deku’s performance. Oh, here…”

He slipped his cell phone from his pocket, quickly finding a short video from a couple nights ago of a family watching a firework go off.

“Wow… Can we get one, Mr. Lemillion?”

“Are you super sure? They’re kinda loud if you’re too close. Plus, it has to be dark to see them right.”

She seemed to think about it, but she also seemed to be trying to read something on the box. Mirio saw her face fall for a moment, and he glanced at the shelf before taking his own box to read. As he read it over, he felt his resolve wearing down; it was for a special occasion, after all.

“How about a small one, okay?” He suggested. “This one’s super colorful. And we can get sparklers, too, if you want.”

“Really?!”

Mirio nodded with a soft hum, although he gently took the box from her hands and traded it for a smaller pack. He stacked the small box on top of the firework, offering his hand for her to take as he led her back to the front of the store. He paused for a moment as they passed a line of small picture frames, unable to turn his eyes away until his hand touched one.

“You bought fireworks?” All Might asked, laughing softly as they let Eri lead them back up the hill toward UA.

“Ah, w-well, just the one. And some sparklers. Do you think we’ll get in trouble?”

“That is a good question, actually.” All Might pulled his phone from his pocket, and Mirio could hear the keyboard clicking as the wind rushed past them. “But you probably would have asked for permission anyway since you’d need a lighter.”

Mirio’s palm found his forehead, and he laughed in disbelief. “I can’t believe I forgot a lighter…”

All Might chuckled, patting his shoulder softly. “Don’t worry, Togata. I got some matches while we were at the store. Just promise you’ll be careful, alright?”

“You can count on me!”

“Mr. Yagi!” Both men looked up at Eri’s call, and she laughed brightly as she ran through the gates onto the campus. “Look at all the snow!”

“Whoa…” Mirio gasped.

“Wow, indeed. Looks like almost fifteen centimeters.”

“Were we gone that long? It didn’t seem like it was coming down like that this morning.”

“Who can say? I certainly don’t hear anyone complaining.” All Might smiled.

As they got closer to the dorms buildings, they could hear trickles of shouts and laughter as dozens of the students were running back from school to their dorms, some inevitably stopping to throw snow at each other.

Eri was laughing again too, though she was thankfully closer, and she was throwing snow up over her head as she called for them to come and play.

“Well, go on.” All Might goaded Mirio gently, taking the bag from his hand. “I’ll watch the bags for a while.”

Mirio smiled softly, his shoes loudly crunching the snow as he ran off of the path. “Come on, Eri, let’s make snow angels!”

All Might sighed, watching his breath leave his mouth as he listened to Mirio and Eri clambering in the snow. The wind swept over him for a moment, flinging his hood and scarf up over his head as snow sprayed against his coat. He flailed a bit, managing not to spill the bags he carried as he pinned everything back down until the breeze passed. Eri had shrieked in surprise when the snow blew over her and Mirio, laughing brightly as she let herself fall back into it; and All Might found himself laughing as well looking over to them.

A world without humor didn’t have a bright future. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine not finding humor in the small things like this, but his eye caught on Mirio’s face as the student glanced off toward where the wind rushed off to. He thought back to that morning, when Mirio had seemed oddly quieter than usual. He supposed it wasn’t surprising at all. Mirio had every right to feel that way, especially today.

At the same time though…

He’d hardly realized he’d made the snowball until it was already leaving his hand, and Mirio jumped as it burst on his shoulder. “Ah, hey!” He laughed softly, turning toward the hero as Eri was trying to pack a snowball of her own.

“Ha, hey yourself, Togata. It’s a nice day; let’s have fun!”

“Yay!” Eri laughed, jumping up and tossing the snowball softly against his arm.

Mirio chuckled lightly, brushing a bit off of his sleeve. “Aw, but we are having fun, right?” He smiled, leaning to lift Eri up off of the ground for a moment.

“Hm, I don’t know, Togata.” All Might rested his hand on his chin a bit comically as Mirio set Eri down again. “Eri, what do you think? Togata is usually louder, right? More smiley?”

There was a hint of a pout on Mirio’s lip when the question was asked, and he wasn’t quick enough to avoid Eri’s gaze as she looked at him thoughtfully. “Yes, definitely.” She confirmed, tapping her chin matter-of-factly.

“I’m fine, you two, really.” Mirio groaned as All Might slipped an arm around his shoulders, smiling defeatedly as Eri squeezed his hand.

“Oh, I’m sure you are, Togata, but there’s no harm in a little pick-me-up, right?” All Might smiled as Mirio shrugged, dragging his hand up to catch the student’s neck under his fingertips.

Mirio flinched, realizing too late that he couldn’t slip away with his Quirk anymore. “W-Wait, hey!” He giggled, bringing his free hand up as he scrunched away. “All Might!” He squeaked out before starting to laugh as his teacher’s fingers crawled along the back of his neck.

“Let this be a lesson from an old hero, Lemillion: Always cover your weak spots!”

An interesting bit advice that he himself should have followed more often, but for now, he tried to focus on Mirio. Said student laughed loudly, keeping his hands close to himself as if he were trying not to hurt anyone.

“No fair; cut it out!” He protested as All Might gave him a bit of leeway to step backwards, only to shriek and trip over himself when the man’s hands shifted suddenly to his waist just under his coat. He yelped as he fell into the snow, leftover giggles spilling out as he hugged his sides. “Your hands are cold…” He griped, smiling brightly.

“Hm, maybe we should have made time to get you a longer coat if that one leaves you too exposed.” All Might teased.

Eri giggled lightly beside his leg, and he crouched as best he could to be eye level with her. “What about you, Eri? Should we check your coat too?”

“Heheh, yes!” She insisted, clapping her hands.

“I don’t know~ Aizawa always makes sure you’re bundled up pretty well.” All Might smiled, reaching to squeeze her side with one hand while the other tickled gently under her chin. She giggled and flailed a bit, clutching softly at one of his sleeves as she leaned into his hand.

“All Might!” The hero glanced up at the new voice, flinching as a snowball hit the back of his coat while he was distracted.

“Midoriya, hey!” Mirio supplied while All Might chuckled and pushed himself to stand up. “And Mr. Aizawa?”

The first-year student jogged over to them, embracing All Might in a hug while his teacher smiled subtly down at Eri as she burst into a recap of everything they’d done that morning.

“Togata-senpai, I’m glad to see you.” Midoriya said gently, offering him a hug as well.

Mirio scoffed softly at how hesitant he seemed, embracing him happily and sneaking a few tickles on his waist. “Ah, lighten up, Midoriya! I’m gad to see you too!”

The shorter boy giggled and squirmed away from him, smiling goofily and shrugging his backpack off.

“Thank you two for keeping an eye on Eri for me. I know you had plans.” Aizawa murmured as Eri reached to fix his scarf. “Did you have fun?” He asked her as he took her hands.

“Hey, wait;” Mirio interrupted. “are you guys going to leave? It’s still early!”

“Well, yes, but we’ve got to train. She’s been making a lot of progress.”

“Aw, but Aizawa, we, uh…”

“We do still have that firework.” All Might supplied.

Aizawa looked between them, rolling his eyes and glancing up at the sky. “We can’t just skip training today, you two.” He couldn’t help smirking as they seemed to scramble for another excuse. “But I think the clouds are thick enough that we’ll be able to see it fine.”

Eri cheered excitedly, and Midoriya shook his head. All Might pat his shoulder, and Mirio…

He just smiled.

They coaxed a few extra minutes out of Aizawa’s permission by asking him to help set up the fireworks in the snow while the students opened the box of sparklers.

“Okay, ready?” Midoriya asked softly, crouching beside Eri when she nodded. “Stand back a little.”

Mirio struck the first match from the book, and Midoriya held three sparklers at arm’s length. Eri gripped Midoriya’s coat, feet crunching the snow as they watched the small flame catch. When the sparklers crackled to life, Eri gasped, her eyes lighting up as well at the jumping red and white sparks.

“Take your gloves off if you want to hold one.” Mirio suggested as he smothered the match in the snow. She hesitated just a bit, but she stuffed her gloves into her free pocket and carefully took the end of and offered sparkler. The boys chuckled softly as they all sat watching the lights. They didn’t last long, but Eri didn’t seem to mind, and Midoriya lifted up a handful of snow to help press down any remaining embers.

“Alright, you three; let’s get this over with.” Aizawa sighed as he approached them, sitting down in the snow. Eri moved to sit on his legs, and he gently took ahold of the dying sparkler.

Mirio handed over the book of matches when All Might offered a hand, taking his own seat between Midoriya and Aizawa. All Might drew a soft breath as he leaned over the firework, lighting the fuse and jogging away.

The group huddled together as the first shot fired, and Eri pressed her earmuffs tighter against her head. There was a distant murmur as bursts of color danced against the gray sky, and laughter was just barely heard as some of the students fired off colorful Quirks that fizzled into the air.

Mirio was quick to rub his eye with the heel of his hand, feeling his breath catching in his chest as he smiled.

Midoriya had taken the lead when it came to assaulting the spent firework with snowballs before they finally approached it.

“Okay, okay, the embers are probably out.” Aizawa huffed a chuckle as Eri dropped a snowball into the open tubes. “We should be going, Eri. I still have to make dinner for tonight.”

“Oh, Mr. Aizawa?” Midoriya called, flinching at the half-glare he got. “Just one thing, I promise!” He pulled his backpack off while Eri was doing the same, reaching inside to pull out two small boxes with their names printed on the lids. “I want you two to have these.”

Eri had handed off the pile of cats Mirio had bought earlier, and she approached to take the box with her name on it. Aizawa peeked into his own box, eyes widening subtly before he closed it again. Eri gasped as she opened hers, revealing a cupcake decorated with bright red frosting and sprinkles with a thin stick of peppermint and an apple-shaped decoration stuck in the top.

“Wow, Deku, you’re quite a decorator, huh?” Mirio teased a bit, giving his junior a pat on the back.

“Aw, heh, it’s a nice hobby. I made the apple piece out of colored chocolate, Eri; I hope you like it.” He leaned down to close the box for her, giving her a soft hug. “Happy New Year.”

Aizawa watched him with a sad sort of smile, reaching to lightly ruffle his hair. “Thanks. Happy New Year, kid.” He offered his hand to Eri as Midoriya pulled away from her, and she took it happily.

“Thank you, Deku!” Eri called as they walked away, and Mirio and Midoriya waved after her.

“Well, ah…” Mirio sighed softly, looking a bit awkwardly over his shoulder as he wondered if he should burden them with his feelings. “I guess I’ll head back, you know? I’ve got some… Something to d—” He flinched slightly when Midoriya tugged his sleeve.

“Why don’t you have tea with us, senpai?” He asked, smiling gently. “I have a cupcake for you too.”

Mirio glanced up at All Might, and the teacher nodded silently.

As they settled into the commons in Class 1-A’s dorm, the sun was already getting pretty low. All Might brought the kettle from the kitchen and set it on a potholder on the table.

“Are you ready?” Midoriya asked, seeming a bit hesitant now as he pulled four boxes out of his bag.

“Ready?” Mirio smiled bemusedly. “Sure, of course.”

Midoriya smiled, but he still seemed hesitant. He took a breath and opened the box, revealing a cupcake decorated with green and yellow frosting. A grey pair of glasses made of chocolate was nestled gently into the frosting.

Mirio’s eyes widened, his jaw falling slightly as his hands moved shakily to hold Midoriya’s under the box.

“Y-You…” He blinked a few times too many, tears falling as he leaned back. One hand moved up to his mouth as his breath hitched, shoulders shaking as soft laughter escaped around strictly measured sobs. “…You knew?”

“Well, um, All Might told me this morning. We were worried about you being alone, so…”

Mirio glanced up at All Might poured a cup of tea for him, sniffling faintly as the hero smiled down at him and set a box of birthday candles on top of another box. “Are they all like this, or what?”

“Yeah, I, um; I made Eri’s special because she didn’t know.” Midoriya’s hands flexed nervously around the box. “It was my idea; do you think it’s…in bad taste?”

Mirio brought his other hand back to his junior’s taking the box and pulling the cupcake out to look it over. “Honestly? I think it’s hilarious. I don’t think Sir would have it any other way. In fact…” He reached into his shopping bag, pulling out two of the business cats that he’d bought. “I wanted you two to have these. I wasn’t going to tell you why, but… heh, I guess it’s too late now.”

“Cat’s out of the bag?” All Might and Midoriya said almost at the same time, with All Might seeming uncertain while Midoriya was smiling.

Mirio gasped softly, looking between them. And all three of them laughed.

The next minutes were oddly quiet. A comfortable sort of silence as Mirio rummaged through the bag and pulled out the small picture frame he’d bought. He smiled sadly to himself as he slipped in the photo from his pocket setting the frame on the table in front of the couch.

“Would you guys want to hear a story?” He asked softly, arranging the fourth cupcake and his own business-cat plush around the frame before he sat back down. “Since we’re here, I mean; I’ll keep it short.”

“Senpai, of course you can tell it.” Midoriya said, licking frosting off of his thumb.

All Might nodded crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back into the couch. “We’re here for you, Togata.”

“Well…” He began, fishing for a specific color of candle. “Sir scouted me when I was a first year, and I was working at his office when Bubble Girl just casually said: Happy Birthday, Sir, and just gave him a card. I’d been working there for weeks and they hadn’t even told me it was coming up!”

Midoriya chuckled lightly. “He didn’t seem like the type to celebrate much.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t, but still! What a way to find out. Anyway, I kinda just dropped everything and begged him to let me make him a cake or something. You gotta have a little cake, right? Or, your favorite snack at least.”

The others chuckled, and Mirio beamed as he pressed a yellow candle into the cupcake in front of them. “He didn’t say a thing at first, but he looked at Bubble Girl and Centipeder and just said: ‘Help him.’”

“Oh, dear…” All Might chuckled knowingly, smiling over the edge of his cup.

“Ah, heh. Yeah, they griped a bit about wasting time, but we weren’t really busy, so they got stuck helping the dumb first-year learn to bake.”

“You’d never baked before, senpai?”

“Hardly. Not on my own, and definitely not from scratch. But we bonded, y’know? Had some laughs even, and the cakes came out…edible.” Mirio laughed shortly, resting the back of his hand against his mouth. “They weren’t burnt, but they weren’t winning any awards; plus, they hadn’t stopped me from putting the frosting on too early, and most of it melted. We presented him with this plate of awful, sad cupcakes, and you want to know what he said?”

His listeners nodded, both watching him as they tried not to laugh too much just yet.

Mirio made a show of holding his own cupcake in an odd way. “He’d picked one up just like this, stared at it for a whole minute, and then looked me in the eye and said: ‘I can’t stand cake.’”

Midoriya snorted, nearly choking on his sip of tea as he laughed. “Oh, my God!”

All Might shook his head, sipping his own tea and sighing. “That sounds about right.”

“And Bubble Girl and Centipeder knew the whole time, too! Yeah, the look on my face must have been a sight because…” He paused, looking down at his fingers before reaching for the matches. “It was the first time I’d seen him laugh. Like, break his stoic character and laugh. I’m sorry you didn’t get to see it, Deku. Every time he laughs, it’s like he resists more, y’know?”

“I could definitely believe that. He was really stubborn.”

The boys laughed softly, and Mirio pat Midoriya’s shoulder before finally pulling out a fresh match.

“I might have a story or two from our old days, boys.” All Might called over to them, pouring another cup from the kettle. “I assure you he hadn’t changed much in terms of philosophy.”

Mirio smiled brightly, and Midoriya practically begged for his mentor to start. Mirio looked down at his hands again, striking the match and leaning to light the candle.

“Happy Birthday, Sir…” He sighed to himself, returning his attention as All Might started to tell a story.

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Midoriya had fallen asleep first. They’d started a movie that All Might swore up and down he’d seen Nighteye laugh at even though it was boring as sin. Mirio had struggled to stay awake through it, having been looking back and forth between the screen and the flickering candle. Over the hours, the wax hadn’t so much as pearled as far as he could tell, but it was darker now, with the main lights off and the path lights from outside barely reaching through the windows.

Mirio’s eyes were hazy with sleep and tears, a faint string of snores leaving him as he sank slightly into the couch. All Might had taken the empty kettle to the kitchen to clean and rinse.

The candlelight moved, a hand turning the cupcake curiously as a chuckle just barely buzzed the air. The flame was blown out, and Mirio’s eyes blinked as someone’s hand rested on his head. He flinched as his mind processed the wisp of smoke leaving the extinguished candle, sitting up tiredly and glancing around. Midoriya giggled beside him, his hand moving to cover his ear, but otherwise, the room was quiet.

Mirio rubbed his face with the heels of his hands again, smiling out the window at the rushing snow.

#my hero academia #all might #mirio togata #eri #aizawa shouta #midoriya izuku #Tickling #a little bit sad actually #a panda writes a thing #Squealing Santa 2K20

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Lover Boy (Chapter Four)

~Getting a date with mr popular has its perks, but being left at the three broomsticks alone is one of them, be thankful someone was there to save the night with a little bit of fun

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“A second date!” Alice chimed jumping out of her bed and into mine as I finished the details of our date, most of the details.

“Yes a second date, i’m gonna show them the tattoo spell, the one my brother showed me, and I showed you guys,” I paused thinking to myself. “I guess it’s kind of a second date, but with Sirius, Remus and Peter there too,”

“You guys are completely adorable,” Lily now chimed in placing her book down. “Peeves was in here telling us how he caught the two of you kissing,” She made, Alice, herself and Marlene let out a giggle.

“We didn’t kiss, we were about too, James made a mistletoe fall from the ceiling and then Peeves came in and then nothing we walked back and agreed to a second date,” I said blushing a bit making Marlene smirk at me.

“But you guys were gonna kiss, James Potter fancies you and you fancy him,” Her finger pointed in my direction making me roll my eyes.

“We got drunk on our first date, second date we enchanted his bags and now a third date i’m revealing one of my secrets, i’d say I fancy him,” The three girls squeals making me smile from ear to ear.

“Well get your beauty sleep girl, it’s saturday and you’ve got a date tomorrow,” Alice jumped off my bed and into hers.

“I have a question,” Mary pipped up, only just waking up from our commotion right now. “What are you going to do about Liam, didn’t he also take you on a date,”

I stayed silent for a moment, remembering our date. “He hasn’t talked to me since our date, i’ll let him make the first move if he’d like too,” I shrugging my shoulders. “But Alice is right, goodnight and no more talking,” I tossed my covers up and covering my whole body closing my eyes.

“You fancy James,” Lily chuckled turning off the lights. My cheeks couldn’t help but hurt from smiling so much under my blankets.

~(One cheek hurting night later)

“You’re wearing sweatpants for a date?” Alice complained shaking her head and frowning her eyebrows. “A black sweater and grey sweatpants, whats hotter then that,”

“I am going to the other side of the house Alice, i’m sure that James and the boys aren’t dressed in tuxedos and looking all fancy fancy,” I rolled my eyes crossing my arms.

“She’s right Alice, calm down, let the pour girl out of the room,” Mary pipped up jumping out of her bed. “Audrey hun you look beautiful, but if James hurts you in any way he’s dead,”

I let out a nervous laugh, unsure if she was joking or not knowing Mary she wasn’t. “Thank you guys, i’ll see you later tonight,” I grabbed my wand and quickly ran out of the room, not wanting to be in there anymore, anxious of everything.

The boys stairs were lucky not enchanted for Gryffindor girls, since siblings complained so much that dumbledore lifted the enchantment. So it was easy for everyone to go wherever, including me who stood infront of the boys door that had a big sign saying keep out.

I knocked on the door a couple of times, watching the door open on it’s own then spotting four penguin dressed boys standing with a smirk on their faces.

“Oh you four are really funny, you guys shouldn’t listen to other peoples conversations,” I rolled my eyes, waving my wand and turning them back into their normal outfits.

“It was Sirius idea,” James chuckled sitting down on his bed, the fours boys sat down together, leaving a spot for me.

“Are you guys sure your ready for a tattoo, they’re forever you know,” I placed my wand beside me, sitting down beside James, the three others on each side of the bed, leaving James and I to sit together.

“Explain how this works?” Sirius asked putting his arm out on the bed, his arm was bair, not compared to mine when not covered.

“It’s a secret, so i’ll have to kill you if you tell anyone else,” I joked picking my wand up and placing it on Sirius’ arm. “Think of what you want, then tell me when your ready,”

Sirius stayed silent for a moment, closing his eyes, then opening them up with a smile. “I thought of something,” As he finished his sentence, the form of paw prints trailed up his arms, stopping right at the dip of his arm. “OH merlin,”

“That’s how it works,” I took my wand off and looked at James, Remus and Peter who were all mesmerised with Sirius new tattoo. “When we’re done, I can show you how to cover them, since they’re illegal,”

“Me next, me next,” Peter said turning around putting his finger on his neck. “I already am thinking of what I want,” I nodded my head at his words.

“Carpe noctem,” I whispered placing my wand on the back of his neck, a little rat tail sticking out of a keyhole appeared with colors, getting creative.

“Wormtail that looks awesome,” James shouted jumping up.

“Okay okay okay, my turn,” Remus said rolling up to his ankle, pointing to just bellow his bone. My wand once again placed against his skin, watching a little black and white

“James your turn!” Sirius shouted looking down at his tattoo. “This is completely rad, I can’t believe that we never thought of this,”

James snorted, taking his shirt off and turning around, so his back was facing me, I swallowed my thoughts, placing my wand on his back, slowly but surely his took the longest, forming a pair of buck horns on his shoulders blades.

“What do they all mean?” I asked finishing up James, he turned around, keeping his shirt off.

“Just some inside jokes of ours, nothing to bark about,” Sirius snorted.

“Yeah we’ve just gotten a howl out of these,” Remus pipped up.

“Oh my, we’re just bucking around,” James chuckled, we all looked at Peter who was thinking.

“Just pulling your tail,” Everyone laughed but me who was confused but felt normal for the boys.

“It’s a speechless spell, the wand knows what your thinking once it touches your skin, i’ll show you how to cover them,” I rolled up my sleeve, revealing numbers on my wrists. “aóratos,” I whispered, watching the letters disappear. “revelare,” The numbers came back.

“That is awesome, i’m glad that you showed us this, and I promise that we won’t tell another soul, it just stays in this room,” Remus gladly said looking down at his ankle.

“Come on, I wanna show you something,” James chimed up, jumping off the bed with a blanket in hand, then putting his hand out. “I promise we won’t get detention,”

“Don’t come back drunk now,” Sirius huckled as I took James hand, we both walked out of the room, everything was quiet, everyone was in their rooms, since it was about twelve at night and everyone was either sleeping or hanging out with friends.

“Where are we going?” I whispered as James pushed the common room door open and we walked out.

“Trust me, come on, put this one,” James whispered back stopping just outside the door, the fat lady had been sleeping lucky for the both of us. The blanket dripped over James first, disappearing his body, then over me.

“You have a invisibility cloak?” I whispered shocked, we stood for a second as James covered the best of us.

“Yeah, my dad gave it to me for my birthday in my first year, i’ve had it since, it’s how I get around without getting caught,” James voice was proud. “Come on, i’ve got a secret,” James took my hand, walking my forward, we quickly walked down the stairs, passing flitch who had no idea we were even walking down the halls.

“The kitchen?” I whispered looking at the door infront of us. “James Potter your a genius,” We walked in, locking the door and turning on the lights.

“I always come down here whenever I like, the house elves are gone so it’s free food for me, and whoever comes along,” James chuckled opening the fridge, I placed myself on top of one of the marble counters, taking a look around the fairly large kitchen, then James who pulled out a bowl of grapes.

“My favorite,” I smiled moving over and letting the boy sit beside me. “So tell me James, do you bring all your girls here?” I joked taking a couple grapes into my hand.

James smiled, taking a handful of grapes, dropping some in his mouth. “Actually, i’ve only brought the boys here, and now you, hope you feel special about that,” I smiled at his remark.

“I do feel special, thank you for asking,” I grabbed another handful of grapes, meeting James hand as well. “It seems peaceful don’t you think, the castle at night,” My chest started to beat faster, the empty bowl of grapes, James and I’s hand resting on top of eachother and the tension growing in the room.

“Can I kiss you?” My head spun around to look at James, my face couldn’t help but smile, my heart banging out of my chest, I leaned myself forward towards James, moving my hand off of his, just inches away from his face.

“I think so,” I whispered, before the complete words even got out of my mouth, James lips found their way onto mine, his hand pressed against the back of my head, my heart seemed to skip a beat with every take of our kiss.

“Now now now, look what we have here,” Our lips broke apart and Peeves stood, head sticking out of the sealing, looking down at the two of us.

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Chapter 2 - SYS Switching Your Subconscious

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~Sean's Point of View~

I wake up refreshed for the day, thinking about the calming dream I had a few minutes ago. I was flying above purple clouds across a starry sky, the moon was shining brightly at full. I eventually dropped into a random house to explore what my head created with my imagination. Even though I was scared of heights, the drop didn't frighten me, and the fall was a light and soft landing. While I was thinking about it, I noticed that I had woken up on my own instead of an alarm clock blaring in my ears. Maybe I woke up before 5 a.m., that's probably why the room was very dark. I could barely see anything, yet I usually can see through the dark. What time is it? I turn towards my right to check my digital clock, but it wasn't there. No red glow. Strange, did Gabby steal my clock again? Did I knock it over? I use my hand to blindly search the top of my bedside table, but my hand reaches nothing and I almost fall out of bed. Wait, where..? Where did the table go? I turn to my left to wake up Evelien, but no one was there, which kind of freaked me out, but I realized I could be in Marvin's room, we could have switched bodies, his spell worked! This is Marvin's room! That makes a lot of sense now. I sit up and keep blindly searching on the bed to find his phone, and I feel a phone with a purse like cover case connected to a charger on his pillow. I fumble to open it and turn on the screen, stinging my eyes, and I see a displayed fanart wallpaper of himself. Of course, he has a huge ego. I roll my eyes at my small pun and check the time, finding it saying 1 a.m. Holy, I thought I got more sleep than 1 hour, I swear I went to bed at 12. Wait, didn't Marvin say that the spell would activate at 5 am? Maybe it done it earlier than he thought. I got to tell him it worked!

I swing my legs out of Marvin's bed, note that I reach the floor faster then I thought my feet would... I swear his bed is higher than this, or maybe he's shorter? No way. After going out of the room with my arms out protectively, I reach the hallway, and my eyes settle in the dark. Finally, where are the stairs... What the! Where am I?! I have never seen this hallway before in my life! Did they redecorate? Bull. Shxte. As I search each room I find a bathroom and turn on the light, looking in the mirror to confirm my thoughts. Nope... I was wrong.

My fingers start to comb through brown strands as I stare into my reflection, the now mid-chest length hair being tangled due to sleep. My baby blue eyes were actually replaced by olive-green. Over the yellow light in the bathroom, I noticed dark spots under long lashes, small freckles speckling the new face. I can guess that I'm now 14, I mean I look short. I might be older or younger, how could I tell? The bathroom was brightly lit, and my eyes were dry under the lights, I could barely see before, but now I could see the room a lot clearer. It was a small bathroom, with dark tiles and pink nap rugs on the floor and tan walls all around. Flowers trim the top of the walls and the ceiling was textured bumpy. A closet was placed left to the white entrance door, and the white sink counter located to the right of the closet. The mirror was framed with white wood and to the right was a brown wood shelfing area that goes above the toilet, filled with utilities: Toothbrushes, brushes, combs, body washes, sprays, towels, and soaps. To the right of the toilet was the bathtub shower mix, the protective coating around the shower walls being yellow and it contains a foggy window at the top. A pastel pink shower curtain was pulled to the wall. A few feet in front of the toilet was a black, metal, short shelfing that had a drawer for laundry and a white door to the right of that. The clock was located by the mirror and tells the time as 1:15 am.

It was quiet in this house, but I could hear shuffling on the other side of the new door. That could be a bedroom through there. As I look around, a soft thing brushes against my pj leg and I glance down. A black and white cat, their fur making them seem to wear a tuxedo, was looking up at me with green eyes, their tail swiping quickly. They meow at me and nuzzle my leg again, making a small quiet chewing noise. They kind of remind me of BB... Oh, god, I really hope this is a nightmare. If Marvin's spell actually backfired, this person is going to be terrified once they wake. They are going to wake up in my bed, in my home, scared and confused, and no one in the house is going to understand what's going on, well, except for Marv. I have to find a way to message them and help. I might not be able to get back home quickly, I have no idea where I am. I head out of the bathroom, turning off the light switch, which squeaks quietly, and went back into the room I was in before. They must have a computer or maybe I can find a way into their phone. I close the door and search for the phone on the bed. If I can't get in the phone, I can still use the flashlight, I don't want to wake up the family with the bedroom light. After a few shuffling of the sheets, I hear another meow. Another cat was laying on the bed, mostly white, with brown-orange spots on the ears and one on the back. I notice that its tail was stripped with brown and orange, long, and white tipped at the end . How did I not notice them before? They yawn and lick their paws as I search for a computer in the room. Luckily, they have a laptop by their bed, and I open it up. It is at full battery and there isn't a password. Thank the heavens.

I go through the applications to find any messaging apps. None. Guess I'll have to try Gmail. I open Chrome and enter my email. Maybe I should text them my password through the texting feature. They'll see the notification and be able to enter it in, and they'll be able to text theirs so I can access their phone. I hope that they will answer or understand what the message is.

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