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striped-civet · 2 days

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Grey morph African golden cat (Caracal aurata) Kibale National Park, western Uganda

📸 Sebastian Kennerknecht | naturepl.com

#african golden cat #felidae #cat #cats

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amber-tortoiseshell · 6 months

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Phylogenetic wild cat tournament

Caracal lineage

Genus: Caracal - Final

Depth: 5 (4 wins away from championship)

The last lineage finally entered the ring with two reddish colored cats (although the african golden cat also has a grey color morph). Among them the caracals are significantly more common and well known, their presence in some ancient and medieval empires (especially in Egypt and India) is well documented. Caracals often hunt birds with impressive leaps up into the air, and for this talent of theirs they were historically used for coursing.

Caracal

African golden cat

#polls #cats #tournament poll #phylogenetic wild cat tournament #caracal lineage #caracal #african golden cat

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siarczek · 6 months

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Patreon sketch reward for @skelisteri

#feline #cat #african golden cat

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little-cat-showdown · 1 year

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[ID: an image of an African golden cat and a marbled cat. the African golden cat is a medium cat with a golden-brown coat, mostly solid with subtle spots. it has blue eyes. the marbled cat is a smaller, yellow-brown cat with a coat covered in spots of varying sizes and colors. end ID]

#little cat showdown poll #African golden cat #Marbled cat

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mirtadraws · 7 months

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Inktober #13 - African golden cat

I'm drawing cat species this Inktober! Which one would you like to see next?

#caracal aurata #inktober #inktober 2023 #african golden cat

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greenish-carne · 10 months

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Always “>:(“ but never “>:3”

My first character entry for art fight this year!

#furry #anthro #cat #artfight #furry art #african golden cat #art fight

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carciinogen · 2 years

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Hello everyone please take a moment to look at the African Golden cat. Ty

#african golden cat #pretty!#not many ppl talk about them so I thought I should share #they are actually a member of the caracal family!#big cats #big cat #caracal

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zoologytopics · 1 year

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Recent DNA tests have shown that African Golden Cat is closely related to the Serval and Caracal, unsurprising if you've read my post about the Caracal's close relatives.

#african golden cat #golden cat #cat #caracal #serval #wild cat #zoology #animal fact

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antiqueanimals · 2 years

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African Golden Cats from East African Mammals vol. IIIA. Written/illustrated by Jonathan Kingdon. 1971.

#felines #african golden cats #Jonathan Kingdon

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catgirlkirigiri · 5 months

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Why are there so many ai images in the results for jaguarundis??? I'm looking for some references of one so of course I went to google images; here's the top results.

That second one doesn't look real, let alone like a jaguarundi... let's take a peek at the related images:

Again, the far left doesn't look real, and certainly doesn't look like a jaguarundi... it's got two tails for Pete's sake!

I. Genuinely I'm at a loss for words. Half of these ai "jaguarundis" are just fucking domestic cats. The rest are discount jaguars. None of these people have seen a jaguarundi. I have never seen this much ai shit mixed in with wildcat pictures in a search before. It's not even like there's a shortage of jaguarundi pictures, there are plenty. This is disgusting.

#zoracontent #unreality #I havent seen any other ai images on the big cat rescue site in the little bit of checking i did after this poor excuse for a jaguarundi #the tiniest tiger (or as the site is actually called: conservation cub club) is fucking full of them though. for cats that have plenty of #good pics to use too like leopard cats european wildcats and african golden cats #i dont know what more to say than just this is disgusting i hate this shit dont trust these sites and make sure to look a little harder at #your reference pics just to be sure

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waveridden · 1 year

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character ask game for ryuji my beloved 💕💕💕

RYUJI MY BESTIE RYUJI. one day i'll write the ryuji/khulan manifesto of my dreams but this isn't about them it's about ryujiiiiii (and okay a little bit about khulan. it's necessary)

ok so. it's pre blaseball. san francisco is on the cusp of a revolution, led by the one and only knight triumphant.

revolutions don't happen with leaders alone, though, they happen with people. ryuji ngozi is one of those people: ze's a little more involved than average, the kind of person who's organizing mutual aid for aer neighborhood, but still just a person

but the revolution needs manpower and so ryuji ends up making a deal with one of the arusi: ze will get the strength of a wolf, and in exchange ze is obligated to protect san francisco

the revolution succeeds, ryuji is there and he helps, and he gradually realizes that he isn't aging, and that's okay, ze can live life as a community-involved person

enter: khulan sagaba.

it's a tinder date, actually, the two of them meet online and go to a blaseball game as a date just because it's cheap and it's something to do. khulan is a normal person, she's a professional violinist, she's from manila and she's in san francisco for work and she shouldn't be here, is the important part. she shouldn't be here.

they are at a lovers/breath mints game, and two players die, and ryuji and khulan replace them. and ryuji's whole world reorients itself because it wasn't even a good tinder date, they weren't going to be anything, but now they're on a blaseball team together and she is a normal person and she is afraid

it takes a while for ryuji to realize what's happening: the fur, the sense of smell, the slow, slow transformation. but he made a deal to protect san francisco, and now ae isn't protecting san francisco. ae's protecting khulan.

so that strength of a wolf? yeah, so ae's becoming a wolf.

it is a long process that culminates when the breath mints die, and ryuji and khulan (long since shadowed) die with them, but he leaps in front of the fire for her, and arrives in the hall of flame as an african golden wolf

gets to the vault and is slowly accepting that this is life now, and it's not bad. it's strange, it's hard, but it's not bad.

and then ze falls into the mills apartment,

#waveridden.ask #fourteenfifteen #i need a blaseball tag #TY HEN I LOVE HIM #you may be wondering what being alted did and the answer is that everything is the same except now ze's an african golden cat

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puppysdog · 1 year

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some of the guys i saw

#.img #sea lion #tiger #green boa #fishing cat #rocky mountain goat #african penguin #golden lion tamarin

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ssrleona · 3 months

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homecoming (I)

pairing: leona kingscholar x fem!reader

warnings: slight angst, allusions to childhood mistreatment

word count: 1.5k

s: at your insistence, you finally visit the afterglow savannah and meet Leona's family

a/n: this was written before the tamashna muina event released. and since I haven't read the trans yet, how I describe the savannah and its culture may not be the same as it was described in game. I'm East African, and since the lion king was essentially a mishmash of East African culture (mostly Kenya, Ethiopia, and for some reason some stuff from W. Africa), most of what I describe comes from my own cultural background + light research. enjoy!

It starts with a letter.

It’s not unusual for Night Raven College to be overrun by its unruly student body, but the coming summer holiday brings a new level of restlessness that hums through the walls. Hasty stops at the school store, last minute assignments, bittersweet goodbyes. Even the faculty seem on edge and ready to end the semester.

Ruggie all but collapses at your feet when he spots you in the hall of mirrors, heaving a woven basket twice his size. It’s filled to the brim with an assortment of different packages; mailers, bags, miniature boxes wrapped in newspaper clippings and assorted wrapping paper. A neat ivory envelope tied with a golden ribbon at the very top.

He gives it to you. “Could you hand this off to Leona? I have enough on my plate as it is.”

“Is it usually this bad?” You ask, eyeing the precarious stack that’s leaning just a little too close to the floor. You turn the envelope in your hands. The words on the front are written in a script you can’t make out, only recognizing ‘Leona Kingscholar’ in the far left corner. It’s bulky, like someone crammed multiple letters inside, but doesn’t take away the luxurious quality of the paper. It’s silk between your fingertips.

“It’s from his family, so I doubt he’d read it anyways,” Ruggie comments. He hefts the basket from the floor, “Throw it out if you want.”

His family.

Besides bitter remarks thrown in passing, Leona never speaks of them. Or his home. What you’re holding in your hands is the only piece of the other Kingscholar’s you’ve ever gotten so close to. The letter is tucked away before you give the suggestion a second thought.

“You came all this way, I might as well.”

“You just wanna read it, huh?”

“And you wouldn’t?”

Ruggie laughs at that, turning to the door with a shake of his head. “There’s a reason curiosity killed the cat. Something’s I’d rather not know.”

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“Took you long enough.”

Warm arms circle your waist as you enter the room, dragging you backwards until you hit the plushness of his sheets. He’s practically on top of you. Flush against him, back to chest. His head finds its way to the crook of your neck and you can feel the sigh he releases on the wisps of your hair. The softness of his tail curling around your ankle.

Leona’s tone is scalding, but the delicate possessiveness of his actions tell you otherwise.

You turn your head. Heavy olive irises sharpen as you place the letter between the both of you. “I got caught up.”

Groaning, he’s quick to toss it on the nightstand before burrowing himself further into your neck. With you two so close, sheets ballooned around you, a drowsy warmth fills you. It’s hard not to fall into it.

“That’s the last thing I need right now.” He huffs.

You raise a brow. “You haven’t even read it.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s the same old shtick. Naggin’ me to come for break.”

He sighs. “If it was up to me I’d just stay here.”

“Aw, you’d miss me that much?” You tease, yelping as he pinches your side. The laugh pulled from his lips ease into a yawn.

“In your dreams.” Leona exhales. His breath evens out, warm against the shell of your ear as he’s lulled into sleep.

And that was that.

In your position on the bed, you have a perfect view of the nightstand, eyes catching the glimmer of gold ribbon in the dim light.

Coming to Twisted Wonderland, you’ve constantly been thrusted into the most asinine of situations all while being told to keep your head down and leave things where they lie.

But you're a curious sort by nature. It’s a hunger, insatiable in its pursuit to pick everything apart, examine every crack and rough edge, feel the grain against the pad of your fingers, piece by piece. You’ve disrupted the debased philosophies of Night Raven College’s elite because you’re always pushing for more, not settling for less.

This is not something you are ashamed of.

Yet, as you stare at the envelope in front of you, you can’t help but feel hesitant.

Leona is an enigma, an ever changing labyrinth. The moment you think you have him figured out, the layout changes and you’re back at square one. And it leaves you starved.

You want to know him, yearn to trace his patterns like the dips in the back of your hand; know where each curve started, why it ends, and swallow it whole to keep wherever you go.

You also know this: if you push too far Leona will close himself away and never let you see these parts of him ever again. And you’ve grown greedy.

(Something’s I’d rather not know)

You grab the envelope.

The ribbon gives easily enough, and you’re met with letter after letter, all scrawled in messy print. You realize these were written by Cheka– asking his uncle how he’s doing, when he’s coming to visit, and what he’s been up to at the palace since the last time Leona saw him. On the bottom of some of the pages were crayon drawings: portraits of his parents and scenes of Leona and him together, exploring the palace or traveling through the city.

As you sift through, a paper falls into your lap.

It’s a photograph of Cheka and who you’d assume to be his parents. The man in the photo is laughing, light smile lines gracing his face. Cheka’s in his arms, and the woman beside them looks at the sight with fondness. The background is flooded with the country’s namesake- an assortment of orange, yellow, and pinks kaleidoscopes together in a painting of the setting sun. It looks homey, tender and inviting, and you can’t help the smile that curls around your lips.

You’d love to be there, surrounded in that warmth.

Leona’s scoff makes you jump, looking over at him, and his bleary eyes meet your stare. His expression was mostly hidden in the depth of your shoulder but he didn’t look pleased. You didn’t realize you said the words aloud, or that your movements woke him.

“Go be a comedian if you wanna start telling jokes.” He grunts. You turn yourself in his grasp to face him fully and his arms tighten their hold. His hair is mused with sleep, blanketing the pillows beneath. Your hands itch to touch it.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” You insisted. He scowls at this, tail shifting back and forth beneath the sheets. “ I want to see the Afterglow Savannah, the palace, your family. It'd be nice to know where you grew up.”

The message is quiet. You do not tell me enough.

Leona grows silent. Contemplative. He knows when you get like this, stuck on an idea that overrules your every action, close to nothing can convince you otherwise.

He told you once that’s a trait he liked about you in the best of times.

( ‘But half the time it just makes you hard headed’ he said, and snickered at your glare.)

Leona knows you well, too well. Usually this would bring a coy flush to your face, but you couldn’t help but grimace at the thought.

“I just want to know more about you.” You admit.

“You could just ask.”

“Like you’d tell me.”

He says nothing, looking through you, deep in thought. Leona doesn’t seem annoyed by your probing, but something about the furrow in his brows looks resigned. Bitter.

“There’s nothing worth seeing.” He bites out. “It’s a bunch of royals too stuck up to see past their ivory towers.”

The photo; the honest smiles and laughter.

“I’m sure there’s more than that.” You contend.

Something bubbles forth in him. A dark quality you haven't seen before. He growls deep in his throat. It’s too low for your ears to catch, but you feel it reverberate through the bed and into your chest.

“ Yeah, the stupid age old rules they hide behind–and they're sure to ostracize anyone who steps outside it.” He meets your gaze.“Birth order is the only thing that matters. If you’re not first then you’re nothing.”

The vitriol in his tone catches you off guard, and the words fall away from your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Do you hate the Afterglow Savannah?”

Instead of the eruption of anger you expected, the brewing storm leaves him sullen.

You regret it as soon as it passed through your lips

“You really don’t let up do you?” He sighs. Leona’s voice is oddly gentle. You wait for the other shoe to drop; anger, arrogance–anything. But it never comes. His arms move you so you’re in your original position, back to chest, as if the conversation never happened. Except this time, he curls himself into you– his body hiding you away, swallowing you whole.

“Stop worrying about it.” He mumbles. “Hurry up and sleep.”

You don’t. You spend that afternoon staring at the photo, tracing over their juvenile smiles.

Leona’s was not one of them.

TBC

#twst #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #reggie buchi #twisted wonderland x reader #leona #leona x reader #leona x you #rip to ruggie as I always put him in the middle of these two

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soberscientistlife · 4 months

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James Earl Jones (born January 17, 1931) is an American actor. Over his career, he has received three Tony Awards, two Emmy Awards, and a Grammy Award. He was inducted into the American Theater Hall of Fame in 1985. He was honored with the National Medal of Arts in 1992, the Kennedy Center Honor in 2002, the Screen Actors Guild Life Achievement Award in 2009 and the Honorary Academy Award in 2011. Suffering from a stutter in childhood, Jones has said that poetry and acting helped him overcome the disability. A pre-med major in college, he served in the United States Army during the Korean War before pursuing a career in acting. Since his Broadway debut in 1957, he has performed in several Shakespeare plays including Othello, Hamlet, Coriolanus, and King Lear. Jones worked steadily in theater winning his first Tony Award in 1968 for his role in The Great White Hope, which he reprised in the 1970 film adaptation earning him Academy Award and Golden Globe nominations. Jones won his second Tony Award in 1987 for his role in August Wilson's Fences. He was further Tony nominated for his roles in On Golden Pond (2005), and The Best Man (2012). Other Broadway performances include Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (2008), Driving Miss Daisy (2010–2011), You Can't Take It with You (2014), and The Gin Game (2015–2016). He received a Special Tony Award for Lifetime Achievement in 2017. Jones made his film debut in Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove (1964). He received a Golden Globe Award nomination for Claudine (1974). Jones gained international fame for his voice role as Darth Vader in the Star Wars franchise, beginning with the original 1977 film. Jones' other notable roles include in Conan the Barbarian (1982), Matewan (1987), Coming to America (1988), Field of Dreams (1989), The Hunt for Red October (1990), The Sandlot (1993), and The Lion King (1994). Jones has reprised his roles in Star Wars media, The Lion King (2019), and Coming 2 America (2021).

Source: African Archives

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newtsnaturethings · 2 years

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