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aspenhearrt · 9 months

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Quick guide to characters

since i don't have the energy to do everyone's full bios or allegiances right now, this is a quick list of all of the characters in Crowpaw Story!

ShadowClan

Crowpaw, he/him, healer's apprentice. 8 moons old currently; a young black tom with a white heart on his chest and green eyes. Empathetic but easily manipulated. Brother of Beetlepaw.

Larkspurleaf, she/her, healer. 80 moons old currently; a longhair seal point with a fire-like blaze marking on her face. Cold, calculating, but an excellent healer and a trusted member of the Clan. The main antagonist.

Beetlepaw, he/him, apprentice, 8 moons old currently; a young black tom with a white heart on his chest and green eyes. Quiet. Feels betrayed by his brother and StarClan. Mentor is Yarrowstar. Brother of Crowpaw.

Cricketpaw, he/him, apprentice. 6 moons old currently; a desaturated brown/maybe silver tabby-and-white tom. Bitter and bullying, he's jealous of the seemingly perfect life his half-siblings have while him and his less-than-stellar mother are abused. Half-brother to Crowpaw and Beetlepaw, littermate of Concrete/Asterkit. Current mentor is Embersnap.

Brindlebear, she/her, warrior. 37 moons old currently; a torbie-and-white she-cat with brown eyes. Stoic and duty-oriented, she does what she is told and plays her emotions close to her chest. Excellent mother. Ex-mate of Nightjay/Sylvester, mother of Beetlepaw, Crowpaw, and an unnamed kit who died shortly after birth due to a congenital defect.

Dustchirp, she/her, warrior. 39 moons old currently; a pale cream/dust-colored tabby with amber eyes. An unrepentant gossip. She was always jealous of Brindlebear and started an affair with Nightjay/Sylvester to hurt her, but then he kidnapped one of her kits and left the clan, leaving both of them broken. She's quite cruel to Cricketpaw because she had him specifically to be hurtful, not because she wanted to be a mother. She's bad at it. Mother of Cricketpaw and Concrete/Asterkit.

Yarrowstar, she/her, leader. 112 moons old currently; a dilute torbie with green eyes and many scars, including being blind in one eye. Extremely strict and a hardline traditionalist, Yarrowstar has an unshakeable bond with StarClan and is altogether seen as a fair and discerning (if perhaps overbearingly by-the-book leader). Current mentor of Beetlepaw.

Embersnap, he/him, deputy. 43 moons old currently; a vivid ginger-and-white tom with amber eyes and a distinctive fire-like marking on his face. Quite different from Yarrowstar (and believed by her and Larkspur to be a cat of prophecy), Embersnap is progressive, kind, and filled with new, strange ideas. Yarrowstar hopes he's what ShadowClan needs. Current mentor of Cricketpaw.

Hawkpool, she/her, warrior. 50 moons old currently; a medium-furred chocolate mink point with blue eyes. Close with Yarrowstar but increasingly also close with Embersnap. Calm and polite; she's pretty new so I'm still working on her. Current apprentice is Coalpaw.

Vultureface, she/her, warrior. 35 moons old currently; a longhaired black she-cat with yellow eyes. Vultureface is vain and seems to think the world revolves around her; after having half-clan kits and becoming physically abusive to one of them, she is on extremely thin ice in the Clan and is firmly on her last straw. Mother of Oatpaw (WC) and Coalpaw.

Rowanpelt, he/him, warrior. 22 moons old currently; a longhaired reddish ticked tabby with yellow eyes. Rowanpelt is also one of those "very new background characters I'm still working on" but he's here! Idolizes Embersnap.

Coalpaw, he/him, apprentice. 10 moons old currently; a longhair black tom with some slight striping and green eyes. Coalpaw participated in the abuse of his brother verbally; he has very confused feelings about being half-clan and is desperate to prove himself. Current mentor is Hawkpool. Brother of Oatpaw (WC).

RiverClan

Dragonflystar, she/her, leader. 40-60ish moons. A beautiful blue she-cat with green eyes and a heavily scarred face. Noble, tenacious, witty, and deeply brutal when she needs to be, she is often called the Leopard of RiverClan. Was led astray by her cruel mentor as an apprentice, but ultimately exposed his plot and was absolved by her Clan of her crimes (this was a Dark Forest plotline originally, but now its just a normal evil guy!).

Spidersight, he/him, healer. Easily well over 200 moons old. A black and white tabby tom with yellow eyes. He's outlived three apprentices and is as healthy as a horse, aside from some arthritis and a bit of vision loss. Stern (maybe even *mean*) but very, very reliable and honorable; refuses to give up on people and repays debts.

Petalfang, she/her, warrior. About 15 moons old. A heavily scarred/disfigured longhair calico with one yellow eye. Single-handedly fought and nearly killed (her mentor finished it off) a coyote at 11 moons old and almost died from it; Petalfang was given a dying apprentice ceremony like Brightheart and is now grappling with her new "normal" between a traumatic brain injury, partial or total loss of two senses, and a radically different appearance. Sister of Lizardfoot.

Lizardfoot, she/her, warrior. About 15 moons old. A longhair gray cat with bright yellow eyes and three legs. Lizardfoot was born three-legged and has never let it slow her down! She's currently helping her sister learn what it means to be disabled and how to cope with it, especially with her parents doing a bad job of being supportive themselves. Sister of Petalfang.

Rhododendronfeather, he/him, warrior. A beautiful long-haired calico (trans) with yellow eyes. Dramatic, flamboyant, and flowy, Rhododendronfeather is a handful (and a mouthful) but he loves his kits-- even if he's unfortunately managed to make Petalfang's recovery all about him. Father of Petalfang and Lizardfoot.

Sharktail, he/him, warrior (maybe the deputy? undecided). A blue-and-white tom with green eyes and a bobbed tail. Sharktail is a cool fellow who compartmentalizes well-- which included compartmentalizing his daughter Petalfang as already dead while she was still dying. Now that she's survived, he's still struggling to not treat her like a ghost. Father of Petalfang and Lizardfoot, brother of Ospreywhisker.

Ospreywhisker, they/them, warrior. A black-and-white tom with green eyes. Ospreywhisker was Petalfang's mentor and worked hard to get her to come out of her shell. They're very impressed with her, but worry about everyone overwhelming her-- mostly, they're just glad she's okay. Sibling of Sharktail.

ThunderClan

Cinnamonstar, he/him, leader. A cinnamon torbie (he's trans) with green eyes. Fairly new character, I don't have much written about him yet. Laidback and kind.

Oaknose, he/him, deputy. A brown tabby tom with green eyes. Fair, caring, amiable, and not well-developed. Current mentor of Batpaw.

Tawnyowl, she/her, healer. Around 30 moons old. A torbie-and-white she-cat with amber eyes. Warm, kind, altruistic, playful-- she came to ThunderClan at about eight moons old from a rogue group where she lived in fear of its leader. Now she works hard to repay the kindness ThunderClan showed her.

Batpaw, she/her, apprentice. 6 moons old. A black tabby she-cat with green eyes. Batpaw has two personality traits so far: an abundance of enthusiasm and gay dads! Apprentice of Oaknose.

WindClan

Harepounce, he/him, healer. About 50-70 moons old. A solid brown tom with extremely heavy scarring that left him completely blind. WindClan's loyal (and superstitious) healer, Harepounce has been faithfully serving WindClan's healer's den since before he was mauled by rogues and will continue to serve there until he drops dead, StarClan willing.

Thistleheart, he/him, healer. About 30-40 moons old. A gray tabby-and-white cat with vitiligo and amber eyes. Thistleheart firmly maintains that he is not a healer's apprentice, he is a healer. He is not an apprentice. He's completed his training. STOP CALLING HIM AN APPRENTICE--

Oatpaw, he/him, apprentice. 10 moons old. A pale, wiry cream-colored cat with bright green eyes. Oatpaw was born in ShadowClan, but he's taken to WindClan like a fish to water-- he's tenacious and passionate and a bit of a know-it-all, which his mentor seems to resent, but he's quickly earning the trust of his new clanmates. Brother of Coalpaw.

StarClan

Ashroot, they/them, former ShadowClan healer; an odd-eyed longhair silver tabby minkpoint. Ashroot was cold, determined, and effective-- they took their responsibilities extremely seriously and look upon Larkspurleaf's poisoning of the office with disdain. Died of wasting disease (cancer). Former mentor of Quailstem.

Quailstem, he/him, former ShadowClan healer; an odd-eyed brown tabby. Quailstem never quite had his mentor's conviction, but he wanted to help Larkspurleaf and ShadowClan both-- unfortunately he didn't realize until after he'd died that it wouldn't be possible. Selected Crowpaw as the cat prophesied to succeed Larkspurleaf. Died of whitecough.

Snowdrop, she/her, former ShadowClan kit; a cat who completely lacked pigment. The littermate of Beetlepaw and Crowpaw, she was never named out loud but Brindlebear buried her with the name Snowkit so that she would be known to her ancestors. Very kind; watches over all of her siblings, but especially Cricketpaw. Died of complications related to albinism.

Adderstar, she/her, former loner/RiverClan leader; a silver tabby she-cat with brown eyes. She fell in love with a loner who didn't love her back and invited him to her clan; he left soon after and she followed him, only to find herself pregnant. She died in childbirth and he brought her only surviving kit back to RiverClan. Mother of Dragonflystar.

Outsiders

Sylvester, formerly Nightjay, he/him, kittypet. 40 moons old currently; a black-and-white tom with yellow eyes. Nightjay was originally the chatty, charismatic cool guy with lots of friends; he became mates with Brindlebear, lost one of his kits, was deeply shaken by it, and then got with Dustchirp-- only for one of the kits to apparently have the same condition. He stole her and left, hoping twolegs could save her, but they've since been separated. Father of Beetlepaw, Crowpaw, an unnamed kit, Cricketpaw, and Concrete/Asterkit.

Concrete, formerly Asterkit, she/her, kittypet. 6 moons old currently; a longhaired silver point with blue eyes. Concrete was a shelter kitten who got adopted off of the internet and kept her funny name! She lives with a pair of upwalkers who love her very much, and she doesn't remember anything from ShadowClan or her bio family. Sister of Cricketpaw, half-sister of Beetlepaw and Crowpaw.

#wc #warrior cats #warriors #warriors oc clan #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #wc oc clan #wc oc #crowpaw story

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army-of-bee-assassins · 2 years

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[image description: Four pictures of my cat, Chai. Chai is a torbie, meaning her coat has a tabby pattern with tortoiseshell coloring. In the first image, Chai is laying on a green and tan patterned rug, looking at something to the left off-screen. She has her front paws around a stuffed battleaxe cat toy, and a stuffed spellbook cat toy can be seen behind her. In the second photo, Chai is resting on a white desk, a computer monitor in the background. She has her front legs curled up in front of her and her eyes are closed. In the third photo, Chai is on the same desk, curled up sleeping like a shrimp with her back legs sticking out. Her front legs are curled over her nose. In the fourth photo, Chai is sitting in a cardboard box lid full of dice. She is looking down and seems a bit sleepy. End ID.]

i realized i've been talking about chai here for a while but i don't think i've ever posted a picture of her. so here is my sweet beautiful chai, as i like to call her. she's very cute and also very rude but i love her.

#those axe and spellbook toys are from the reforged gang and i love them <3 #chai's favorite is the axe (after whitlock's own heart)#and whenever i break out the wand toy she runs for the axe to attack it while attacking the wand toy #i think she just likes playing with it but #it really looks like she's arming herself with the axe to play with the wand toy lol #as you can see in the first photo #sweet beautiful chai

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asimperingswannsong · 1 year

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Torbi’s Journey

Author’s Note: IDK it’s just a protest over the amount of Star Wars and Marvel content Disney is spewing out without giving me Phasma’s backstory. Delilah Dawson was kind enough to provide source material but instead Disney gives us Star Wars: Andor? She Hulk?

I’m sure this timeline is muddled and I’m no great expert of Star Wars history so please be gentle.

Summary: Captain Phasma/Torbi

- reading Delilah Dawson’s novel ‘Phasma’ is a helpful prereq. An unhinged person like Phasma deserves an equally unhinged love interest. That’s the working theory here. There’s a non-con riptide swirling under the surface so mind yourself.

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The tall blonde stood, drink in hand, and watched the glint of the lights from the chandeliers bouncing off Captain Phasma’s armor as she wove her way through the crowd. General Hux droned on at her elbow about weapons shipments and other boring bureaucratic niceties. The man was all work, even at what purported to be a party.

She’d spent the last eight years scheming, cheating, and killing her way through anyone who tried to dismiss her or undermine her in anyway. She’d eliminated anyone who tried to question her legitimacy. She’d learned well from a thief and scavenger who’d rescued her from the surface of her home planet in what came to be a sort of apprenticeship (from her failed attempt to steal from him), but his only intention was to swindle and grow his fortune by pirating equipment shipments from hyperlanes and profiting from other’s misfortunes. Her ambitions were larger in scope, and it wasn’t long before he became an obstacle.

Naturally, she’d removed that obstacle, and the next one, and the next. She wanted more than money. Her goal was crystal clear. She’d maintained the contacts her rescuer helped her make, but she also assumed new roles with contacts of different sorts.

Slowly, she’d established an identity as a legitimate supplier to the First Order. She purchased supply lines and ships, then factories. She employed workers to make the things she’d previously only stolen. Overtime, Lady Ruth Deimos emerged as someone who could be relied on to provide weapons and other supplies on strict deadlines.

Her reliability had finally gotten her here. In regular and direct contact with General Hux, and so close to her goal, so close.

“Why is her armor chrome colored?” “What, oh…” she’d caught General Hux off guard. He’d been completely oblivious during his interminable rambling. “Uh, she created it herself. At first I thought it was presumptuous but my father had an image in mind for promotional purposes. I now see her use as a figurehead for the fleet. Our troops have come far under her leadership, and she inspires them admirably.”

“Could you introduce us?”

He guided her through the crowd over to where Phasma had taken up position on the perimeter. She was, no doubt, bored; standing and watching First Order officers schmoozing with politicians and suppliers.

“Captain Phasma.” “General.” “This is Lady Deimos. She’s supplying us with new blasters for the recruits.” “Hello.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve seen the footage of you in battle, very impressive.” “Thank you Lady Deimos,” Captain Phasma observed the woman. She was beautiful; creamy skin, dark blue eyes, light blonde hair; tall - 5’10”? Phasma detected something in her attentive gaze that she couldn’t quite place. She was used to flattery. Since agreeing to be the face of their promotional campaign, with posters and footage of her plastered everywhere, she’d attracted a sort of fan base. But, this seemed like something else, almost a sense of familiarity.

“General Hux.” His comm interrupting. “Yes, trooper?” “Sir, we’ve detected activity outside the banquet, there appear to be two people trying to gain access not on the guest list. We suspect they may be rebels.”

General Hux nodded to Captain Phasma who immediately turned to collect her guards before exiting to investigate.

Lady Deimos sighed in frustration inwardly. Every time she tried to move in, her efforts were thwarted in one way or another. She tried again and again over the next few weeks to gain direct contact with the captain, but Phasma maintained only a passing interest in the ordering and supply of weapons. As long as they were there when needed, she wasn’t overly concerned with where the weapons came from. After a few weeks of failed attempts at gaining direct access to the captain, Lady Deimos fell back and decided to switch gears entirely.

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She left her operations manager in charge of luncheons and other tedious interactions with the General. She put away her gowns and finery, donned a leather jacket and some canvas work pants, and began to frequent very different sorts of gatherings; a series of dives on backwater planets; some of them she owned or at least owned a stake in. They were places frequented by scavengers, bounty hunters, rebels, anyone who wanted to drink, eat, gamble, or meet up outside the gaze of the First Order. A few evenings spent next to a few drunk and extra friendly patrons along with some well placed bribes and she came away with a name.

He was going by Gavin, but his actual designation was trooper TS4067. She intercepted him on his way to provide his rebel contact with the latest intel he’d gathered. After a few drinks, the promise of greater riches than the rebels could comfortably provide, and a light sprinkling of the threat of bodily harm, she’d received a promise to be advised of troop movements.

After a few months, the opportunity she’d waited for finally presented itself. A few scavengers had inflicted enough damage to a shipping hyperlane to attract the notice of the First Order; like a fly biting the hind end of an ass enough that it finally swings around to scratch it on a tree and squash the fly in the process.

She knew from TS4067’s report that the order knew virtually nothing about the encampment where the scavengers where hiding. She gathered as much information as possible from a few of her sources and arrived in advance for additional reconnaissance.

She was safely stowed away in a rocky outcropping with a good view of the village through a set of quadnocs when Captain Phasma, TS4067, and a small group of other storm troopers arrived.

The settlement was not large. It contained several low dome-shaped structures designed to withstand sand storms. There were village elders dotted around the perimeter playing large harp like stringed instruments.

The music emanating from them was a high pitched sort of whiny sound that couldn’t be described as pleasant. At first, she’d thought maybe it was a primitive religious practice designed to remind the citizenry to remain penitent? That was the only reason she could think for why they would tolerate such a caterwauling. Of course, when she discovered the actual purpose, she knew immediately that she could use it to her advantage.

Predictably, the order did not waste a great deal of time considering the anthropological origins of the harpists. They executed them almost immediately, unknowingly, sealing their own fate in the process. She could only hope that Phasma would live up to her reputation when the time came.

The silence caused the people to begin exiting their homes to investigate the sudden change.

The troopers wasted no time in rounding up the inhabitants. The scavengers were pulled from the crowd and executed in front of the others as an example. The soldiers continued by killing people at random, ransacking their possessions, and sitting a few of their dwellings ablaze before the consequences of their actions arrived. It started with intense ground tremors. Suddenly, three very large and angry Tr’chasian dragons emerged from underground burrows.

TS4067 was devoured whole pretty quickly; a loose end nicely tied up with no effort on her part. Now she grew tense as she saw Phasma engage with one of the creatures while her troops continued to be decimated around her. Phasma discovered quickly that her blaster was no match for the thick armor like scales on the exterior of the beast. She was attempting to maneuver herself underneath it to look for weak points when she was caught by the swipe of its back foot and sent flying. She impacted with the side of one of the dwellings. That was her cue to intervene. She activated the beacons she’d placed earlier throughout the settlement. A reproduction of the harpists song flooded the village and sent the beasts retreating back into their underground burrows.

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She waited as Phasma recovered. The medical droids had stopped her bleeding. Her ribs were healing, and she expected her to regain consciousness at any moment. While she waited she admired the Captain with her helmet removed.

She was quite beautiful in repose, pale skin, blonde eyelashes and eyebrows that almost blended into her skin, close cropped blonde hair, longer in the front where it hung in messy waves from humidity maybe. She had surprisingly delicate pink lips with a scar above the right side that Hetaera was resisting the urge to trace with her fingertips.

She began to consider the potential outcomes for this iteration of her plan. This site she’d brought Phasma to was a relatively new acquisition of hers. A watering hole that had recently begun to turn a decent profit. The hidden medical bay which she’d designed for this specific purpose was also doing a decent trade in providing care to wounded rebels and others who’d had unfortunate encounters with the order. She’d hate to see it go but she was prepared for the possibility that Phasma would lash out in anger.

She mentally snipped the thread tying her to this place and let it go in her mind. Next she considered the possibility that Phasma would report back to Hux and compromise the entirety of the business she’d created under Lady Deimos. She was by far the most lucrative of the half dozen identities she’d cultivated over time. But riches were not her goal. If this identity and all of its holdings collapsed, so be it. She only needed to retain enough wealth for the next phase of her plan and she’d more than made that sum over and over again.

Phasma awoke suddenly and began to test the restraints on her arms and legs. She struggled for a bit, found them unyielding, and dropped her head back in a huff. She turned to find Lady Deimos regarding her. She was standing, watching her, and holding one of her old blades.

“Did you save me for the satisfaction of killing me with my own blade?” “Do I looked dressed to kill?” Phasma took in the flowing blue gown that accentuated her figure and matched the blue of her eyes. It was an incongruous pairing with the makeshift weapon in her hand.

“Then what does Lady Deimos, the First Order’s arms supplier, want with me?” Lady Deimos smiled, “I brought the blade as a clue to my identity. Lady Deimos is just another fiction I invented while scheming of ways to be here with you. She was just a means to an end.”

“The only thing the blade tells me is that you’ve been scavenging on my home planet.” “I didn’t scavenge it. It was given to me by my mother. She pulled it from the sand after you’d dropped it in battle.”

The only hint of recognition was a brief widening of her eyes before Phasma re-schooled her expression to mask any emotion. She regarded Ruth intently a few moments. “There were no survivors. You cannot…” “Siv was behind the blast doors of the medical facility before Brendol Hux bombed the planet’s surface. She survived, as did I.” “That’s imposs…” “Is it?”

“Where is Siv now?” “Dead, I assume. She went out hunting when I was twelve years old and never returned. I was not able to locate her remains.” “And what is your name? Your actual name?” “Torbi.” “And what is it you want? Toture or some other revenge?”

Torbi smiled and took a seat on the ledge of Phasma’s medical bed. “No, none of that.” “My mother regarded you as a blood traitor and a savage who couldn’t be trusted.” “I don’t necessarily believe that to be inaccurate, but I think she failed to consider a motivation behind your actions that all the other Scyre failed to consider as well.” “Oh? Care to enlighten me as to the insights you’ve drawn about me without ever having met me before?”

Torbi reached out to delicately rearrange a strand of hair that’d fallen into Phasma’s eye. Phasma roughly shook her head to remove Torbi’s hand. “With pleasure dear, I think they all failed to notice that they were a doomed race that refused to lift a finger to try and change their fate. They failed to see that the brutal disregard you showed for your parents, your brother, and the rest of your people was born of necessity. That you were the only one with the will and the determination to survive and now their bones are buried in the sand and here you are, surviving. Thriving. I can’t pass a screen or a wall without seeing your face or hearing a summary of your latest act of valor.”

“What is this? You have some sort of crush on me?” Phasma asked with disgust in her voice. Torbi laughed. “Maybe it started as something like that a long time ago. It was fairly lonely on the planet’s surface with just my mother to keep me company. But I think it may have evolved slightly from there.”

Phasma grew annoyed with the restraints holding her down. “What do you want?” she scowled, furrowing her brow together. Torbi reached out, placing both thumbs on the scowl lines in between Phasma’s eyes. She gently smoothed the lines with her thumbs, lightly running them out and along Phasma’s eye brows, before gently drawing a few circles at her temples in a soothing manner.

“What I want is to broaden your perspective out past the end of your nose. I too survived and escaped the planet’s surface. I too had to act in callous disregard for those around me in order to survive and to thrive in my own way.” Phasma drew her brows together again as she waited for Torbi to continue.

“My point is, it would be a great shame if you and I went through all that trouble and all that effort just for the Scyre to come to an end when we perish.” “My childhood crush had at one time pictured a future in which I was able to tame your animalistic instincts and form you into a partner that I could love. But you are thoroughly entrenched in your new role with the order and I’m not so certain I could ever really trust you.” “I’ve grown inpatient with waiting just as you have with being restrained in this manner. Only I’ve waited far longer. So I can only apologize and tell you that I’ve taken the liberty of drawing a few blood samples from you while you recovered and I plan to use those samples to isolate your DNA. I will then recode donor sperm with your DNA and I will continue the Scyre race beyond us. I want to thank you for your role in starting our family Phasma.” With that Torbi leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Phasma’s lips.

“I’m sure you’ll destroy this place but I want to encourage you not to hurt yourself trying to escape. The droids who treated you have been programmed to wipe their circuits and deactivate and the restraints holding you in place will release you shortly.”

“I hope to see you again sometime. And I hope to do so without being disemboweled for my troubles. Goodbye, Captain.”

#Star Wars: The Last Jedi #Captain Phasma #Phasma/Torbi #my fic #gwendoline christie

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lesbian-hannibal · 1 year

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i would DIE for cleo. please tell her that.

this is my friends torbie kitten, her name’s aurelia

she says perish <3

i’m kidding but that cat has such beautiful colouring i love her so much i would also die for her

#ask #cats

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impeccablebackside · 29 days

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are there any "habits" that each queen, on purpose or not, is having while sex, that would immediately make the other tom/queen that is fucking them go like: ,,ah jup. i'm definetly fucking teazer/vic/tanto right now."? like something typical or characteristic they always do?

Something that is meant to be unique to a queen is a concept that is dually easy and difficult to define. Aside from physical features (and divine physical feel), each queen does differ in other ways, so it is a good question anon. A lot of their typical characteristics are rather interwoven into basically any / all of the posts on this blog, so it may seem minor in the context of the ask, but it is an 'identifier' for each queen. I suppose read through some of them for ideas more specific to any given topic, or just ask me if you want. I would always be interested in reading about what you think if I do not mention something you have in mind.

Vic does not have anything outwardly unique for her partner(s) to necessarily notice when they are fucking her good. She greatly prefers to keep eye contact at all times during sex, and that is something that Plato certainly appreciates. They get lost in one another's eye, feeding off of the pleasure and enjoyment the other is experiencing. The sheer amount of kissing and passion that results from that is something that no other couple have. Aside from that, Vic cannot help but 'squeak' when she is really getting taken apart. When the sensation is overwhelming to the point that she cannot verbalize properly it with words.

With Rumple, it is not difficult to tell who you are with. How do you know you are fucking her? She is loud and very vocal when she getting fucked. Loud. You will know, and so will everyone else. Little is as satisfying to her as being able to express herself as much as she can when the pleasure hits. Even when she is alone, she still cannot keep it down. Otherwise, she also loves fiddling with and rubbing herself at all times during sex. Milking everything sensation-wise out of the encounter. That is not the only milking she does either. The little queen has a habit of fingering her tom's ass when she gives a blowjob or handjob, and that is another way to know the calico is involved.

Almost everything Tanto does could be considered something unique to her. The way she communicates and her mannerisms are inseparable from her 'true self', even when she is intimate. There is an aura about her that makes every encounter seem like it stops time and she is the only other person around. More tangibly though, Tanto has a habit of closing her eyes and zoning out as she is being pleasured. Almost meditating on the experience and getting wrapped in the bliss beyond the physical world. She even drools a bit sometimes when she relinquishes herself to the control and attention of someone she trusts. If you are the one fucking her, the beauty of her reactions, namely her squirting, is a good indicator. Though most noticeably depending on her mood and the sexual relationship, the torbie has a habit of biting her partners. Not necessarily hard, but still meaningfully. Her oral fixation and feedback from nibbling and biting excites her, and when she gets that look in her eyes, her more feral nature takes over.

With Cass, the tends to let out a fair bit of dirty talk during sex. She does not have any specific habits, and anything that she feels is uncouth with her is kept to a minimal. Even when she is intimate, she still wants to attain a certain 'public image'. Not that whoever is fucking her cares at all about her habits. Her body one of a goddess, and anyone lucky enough to get with her will be left dreaming about her perfect pussy that swells when she is getting fucked and has 'creamy' milky type of wetness that coats whatever she is 'wrapped around'. When she is done and has her orgasm, it looks like she actually cums a bit. It makes others yearn to experience it.

Deme has a tendency of tucking her face into whoever is on top or below her. Hiding away from the bitter world and into a place of warmth and solitude. Being surrounded and wrapped in the body of her lover is just as special as any pleasure. When the pleasure gets more heated, she will claw against the back (or front) of her partner. Few people know, but she always gives a little 'thank you' clench with her pussy after she cums.

Bomba tends to grab onto her partner in reaction to getting fucked. Besides her words or moans, the queen grabs and squeezes whatever is within reach to communicate her enjoyment. With Tugger, she loves grabbing ahold of his mane and pulling on it hard. It does not translate nearly as well with others, but the habit is still there. Otherwise, she gives some messy head sometimes and is sort of the only queen who does.

Jenny is noted to always give instructions and pointers to her partner. She knows what works and what falls flat, and is much too experienced to let someone else figuratively go down the wrong path when they are with her. She also is one of the only queens who smacks your ass during sex.

Jelly does essentially no oral sex, and does not really enjoy oral all that much. She is the only queen like that. Does she make it up in other ways? Not really, but she never needs to. Her partner knows what to expect, and there are plenty of other things to do.

#i hope these work for you anon i will admit i had more trouble than usual with this one #anyway i am going to try to get another fic out soon but no guarantees #in any capacity it will probably be shorter than the last few but I have not started writing it as of yet so lets see #been feeling unmotivated and anhedonic for a bit so I want to thank you and anyone immensely for always sending new ideas for this blog #i greatly appreciate them and all of you personally anons

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streetlights-all-turn-blue · 4 months

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Hi there! Santa here. Sadly, I got an early gift that I didn't want ... the flu. My fever's gone but I'm still coughing a lot. That's why it's been a few days since I've sent a message.

My cat's a longhaired torbie named Dakota. She's 8 years old. She's THE most stubborn cat I've ever known but she's also really sweet. I've heard people say torties & torbies have a certain kind of personality. I want to get her a cat tree that has more than one level. Right now she just has a little nest type tree that's kinda shabby.

I saw you tagged Carly Simon as your other favorite Simon. I like her songs a lot. My mom is a big James Bond fan, so of course I was introduced to her with "Nobody Does It Better".

Hopefully I can get back to you quicker now that I'm feeling better! Have a happy Friday!

Oh no i am so so sorry that you have the flu! That's a terrible early gift, but I hope you are on the mend. Last year we had a -8 degree night with a windstorm - power was out for 28 hours and we had no heat! And then when power came back on, our pipes had frozen and burst so i had no water the whole week of Christmas because no one could come out to fix things. This was all compounded by me getting covid too. There will be no Christmas like last Christmas hopefully ever again!

I love hearing about all cats! I have heard that about torties and torbies too but i've never had one myself. My cat is about to turn 5, she is a black and white tuxedo cat as you can probably see from my pictures. She is also stubborn but sweet. She was found on the streets of the city where I live by my work colleague and consequently she is very fearful and self-protective. I'm her person and she is open and loving and trusting of me but she will hide for hours under the couch in the basement when my siblings or parents or other people will visit. I have two cat perches that are just one level and those ones with multiple nests and jumping spots look so nice. I really hope Dakota gets a cat tree with levels!!!

Yes, I love Carly Simon! My parents love James Bond too and used to have a movie collection on VHS so I think I must've heard her song there too. I also was a big fan of her music video for Let the River Run from the movie Working Girl. I know that her relationship with James Taylor was extremely difficult for her but they are my favorite 1970s/80s musical couple - both so beautiful and talented and great when they sang together. Anyway - I do love her, her voice, her look - she's definitely my other favorite Simon!

Hope you have a great next few days and that you're feeling better each day!

#srs23

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greekstar · 1 year

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MY KITTENS ARE DONE!

Meet the 5 kit litter who belongs to my oc Lambcry! Who I will be posting soon. All these kittens are so different in so many ways. I love it. Their father is Mushroomstar if none of you guys knew that. Who is evil.

I won’t get into their backstories here but I will post them individually in my GreekstarAu Blog! So go check that out.

-The first born is Sycamorekit! Becoming Sycamoreheart later on. He is probably the most different of his littermates, inheriting his grandfather’s, Pirateclaw’s blue eyes. He is a dark gray tom with brown lighter faded tabby points and has a spiky fur (his fur grows in later as he grows)- Warrior/traitor to Thornclan. Becoming mates with a Willowclan she-cat and later joining.

-the second is Mosskit! Becoming Mossflower or Mossleaf- honestly I can’t decide yet lol. She is honestly beautiful and I can’t believe I made her🥹 she’s a white she-cat with silver tabby points. She also has pale, light diluted brown tabby markings on her face and a long stripe down her back along with a brown tabby tabby as well! And of course has purple eyes like her mother. - warrior before becoming an apprentice (wasn’t able to cause of her sister but now that Cloud decided to become a warrior, Mossflower/leaf took a step and became a medicine cat.

-The third, Pinekit! Becoming Pinefang and then later being renamed Pinefoot(He was named ‘Fang’ as a reminder to his father but when Lambcry rebuilt Hawthornclan, now Thornclan, she renames him ‘foot’ for his swiftness and skill in just everything. Not to mention has dark brown foots lol) he does train in the dark forest with Sycamoreheart as apprentices and later Warriors before leaving. That’s all ima say. He’s a brown tabby with darker tufts and points and a lighter belly with amber eyes with a hint of purple. - A warrior who later becomes deputy.

-the fourth! Oakkit who becomes Oakface! He’s a light brown Tom with darker tabby points and amber eyes. He also has a torbie patches tail after his father, Mushroomstar. He has amber-orange eyes along with some white on his eyes. - Always and forever a warrior.

-and lastly the fifth kit! Cloudkit who later becomes Cloudblossom! She is blind if you can’t tell lol. This is seen as a punishment from starclan for having kits with one of the biggest threats Starclan and the forest had ever seen. Though she was born blind because of her genetics- she is probably going to be that one cat that is so quiet and observant that she seems like a Starclan cat watching the clans. - Was a medicine cat but become a warrior after joining her mother in Thornclan. Still has a connection to Starclan that no other cat understands.

#greekstar’s au #greekstar’s bases/designs #Lambcry’s choices #Kit designs #Kits #Family #Litter #Sycamore___#Moss___#Pine___#Oak___#Cloud___

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caedi · 3 years

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hello everyone very important announcement. I'd like to introduce you to my cat. I named her kirjava for her stupidly beautiful coat and (ofc) the his dark materials series 💜🧡💛

#she gets kiri for short #she's a dmh dilute torbie so her coat is a mix of greys and light oranges #you cant see it but she also has lil angel wings on her back #okay thank you for your time #his dark materials #hdm #cats #kirjava #asjklfgh it's so hard to get a photo that properly shows off how #subtly beautiful her coat is #i know kirjava in canon is going to end up different but #but??? have they considered light orange dusting through the greys???#and ANGEL WINGS?#yknow

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pangur-and-grim · 2 years

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hi! i've been following your blog for a bit now and i love your posts about cat genetics. i was wondering if you could help me figure out the colors/patterns of these two pretty girlies.

for penny i was wondering if she could possibly be a diluted bengal since her spotted tabby markings look a bit rosetted.

for trix im not sure if she's a) a chocolate silver classic tabby/torbie or b) a fawn classic torbie. im leaning towards chocolate.

also here are the links to their profiles in case any of your followers are interested:

https://www.petfinder.com/cat/penny-53584807/fl/miami/furever-saved-fl1729/

https://www.petfinder.com/cat/trix-53333505/al/capshaw/forgotten-felines-inc-al143/

Penny is a beautiful red-spotted tabby with white, like this guy below!

from the photo you've sent, I'm not seeing anything that would indicate Bengal. I do see where you got confused because there are spot/stripes that are adjacent to each other in a way that could look connected, but that’s just how one copy of the spotted tabby gene + one copy of the mackerel tabby gene presents! rosettes have a dark outer outline and a light inner filling that is different from a cat’s ‘background’ colour

now onto Trix! fawn is a very rare colour, so unless the kitten is a purebred from a colour-oriented breed like Oriental Shorthairs, I wouldn’t consider that.

I don’t think she’s a chocolate silver torbie (chocolate + silver/inhibitor gene + tortoishell + tabby), because those tend to look darker and more.....well, chocolate!

she could be a blue silver torbie (dilute of black + silver/inhibitor gene + tortoishell + classic tabby), but her face looks quite light compared to the blue silver torbie below. it may just be the lighting in the photos, but none of the grey areas look particularly dark.

she’s pretty ambiguous, but I’m thinking lilac silver torbie? (dilute of chocolate + silver/inhibitor gene + tortoiseshell + classic tabby).

I wasn't actually able to find an example of this colouration online, but I did find a lilac silver tabby! if you pretend it has random blotches of cream areas, it does match up to Trix fairly well.

so you were very close with your chocolate silver torbie guess, just missing the dilution!

#they're both unusually beautiful cats #and whoever adopts them will be very lucky!

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okay so i have a TON of dark forest cat ocs that need backstories, could you help me? i'll give you some names, if you can just give them the tiniest backstory/personality i will love you even more than before

patchhaze

stormwilow

tigerwhisper

ravenwatch

hazelmask

storkclaw

russetpounce

rubbleflash

rollerspring

dewfall

boragehaze

poppystalk

choose the one(s) you want to work on you definitely don't have to do them all, take care of yourself first (you choose the pronouns/gender if you want to add it too)

I'd be thrilled to! (Note: you're allowed to pick and choose parts of this you want and leave the ones that might not work or you're not vibing with) (Long post ahead, content warnings: Cat/kitten death, starvation, violence, parental manipulation)

Ravenwatch (she/her) - Small Pitch black molly with big ol eyes, she's entirely silent in her movements and nonverbal. Does that "Ekekekek" thing at anything exciting she watches. Visual stims frequently. Nobody really knows why she's here bc when asked she either gives you the silent treatment or growls. Sort of a kleptomaniac

Boragehaze (Ve/ver/vem) - Silver tabby/torbie nonbinary. Conniving medicine cat who's an expert in deadly herbs. Good and frequent liar. Decorates ver fur with various plants, likes to smell good. Performs well under pressure but has zero patience for anyone Ve deems below ver, secretly dislikes kits. Here because of poisoning or getting cats sick, in like ludicrous amounts. Might have started an epidemic that got out of hand and killed ver (hates talking about it). Probably yells at Ravenwatch for stealing ver stuff

Storkclaw (he/she) - Mostly white cat with funny long legs. Fur is patchy in some parts while longer in others, and he's self conscious and also self absorbed. She was bullied as a kit and performed poorly as an apprentice so he grew spiteful and attacked some 6moons olds who were about to be apprenticed. Was exiled for that and never given a warrior name so she named herself. Proceeded to vandalise his ex clans camp as revenge up until dying young in a vandalism related accident, alone

Rubbleflash (She/her) - massive fat molly with short spiky fur, and an absolute tank in physical strength. Abrasive and talks loud. It's unsure whether or not she's a genius or kinda dumb, she gets into risky situations and pulls various stunts that endanger her and the cats around her, but sometimes she just says something really smart and it leaves other cats confused. Here because one of her stunts during life caused massive collateral damage to another clan's camp, and when confronted about it she resolved it with violence. Her clanmates tried to initially let it go but she was then confronted by them too and, you guessed it, she beat their asses. Exiled. Slipped while crossing a river and hit her head on a rock so hard she died instantly

Tigerwhisper (pur/purr/purrs) - Elegant beautiful permaqueen with a really deep meow, pur can easily sound really intimidating. Dark tabby with white patches on purr face. Pur never had any kits of pur own but started getting overly possessive over other queens' kits. Pur firmly believes to be the best possible caretaker in the whole world, and started manipulating kits into obeying pur, keeping them compliant through fear and coercion. Pur often played favorites with specific kits, mostly ones that resembled pur. Many kits pur took care of felt tethered to purr even through apprentice- and warriorhood and that way pur had lots of cats willing to do pur bidding. One night a tragic fire lit in their camp and pur trapped purrself among with a bunch of kits in the nursery, desperately believing that they'd be fine. They weren't. That's why pur is here. Has a love-hate relationship with Rubbleflash

Poppystalk (he/him) - Red/brown tortoiseshell who's eerily calm and polite. Has a long neck and big ears. Due to his various tricks he managed to cut another clan off of their main source of prey for moons. He didn't tell anybody, knowingly letting them starve and inadvertently causing border scuffles and arguments. Might be the reason Tigerwhispers camp caught on fire, but nobody knows if that's true except for him. Has this gross grin on his face all the time. Gets along great with Boragehaze but other cats doubt how genuine that is.

Rollerspring (they/them) - big jokester, ex kittypet. Xenogender. Still wears their collar and refuses to get rid of it. Original name was Rover but the clan cats heard it wrong and they just went along with it. Lived a double life between being a pet and clan cat, once accidentally lead their twoleg into camp and well, chaos ensued. It seems to be a sensitive topic for them. Cats generally agree that something bad happened to the twoleg and/or their clanmates. In any case, it led to Rollerspring taking revenge on their clanmates by making an alliance with the neighbours dog whom they knew how to communicate with. Cue dog on cat violence and Rollerspring being exiled. Them and the dog stayed friends though and wandered around for a while before being hit by a car. The dog survived. Rollerspring misses them

#Oc #Help #Ask #Warrior cats #WC oc #Wowe this was fun lol hope you enjoy them as much as I do #Almost got attached to these so lemme know how they end up later on yea?#I tried to get creative with the crimes as to not just have murder #Many good names. Picked the ones calling to me

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catsanonymous · 3 years

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Graystripe’s Direct Family

So this is just a collection of my genetic headcanons for Graystripe’s direct family, complete with stock photos + notes which may be added to at any time.

I’ll be making multiple ones of these to be used as writing + art references, so feel free to use whatever you like or ask questions.

Willowpelt- shorthair dilute tortoiseshell with white

You can read more about Willowpelt in Darkstripe’s direct family post. She carries the gene for long hair.

Mysterious rogue- blue ticked tabby longhair

You can read more about Graystripe’s father in Darkstripe’s direct family post. He carries the genes for chocolate and classic tabby.

Graystripe- blue ticked tabby longhair

Graystripe looks a lot like the father he never knew, but ThunderClan enough that no one really cares who his dad may have been. Graystripe carries the genes for chocolate and classic tabby from dad, and the gene for solid from mom.

Silverstream- black silver classic tabby shorthair

Silverstream is born to Crookedstar, a cinnamon classic tabby longhair, and Willowbreeze, a blue silver mackerel tabby shorthair. She’s a quarter WindClan, and I imagine she’s a bit more slender than the average RiverClan cat. She carries longhair, non-silver, and cinnamon from dad, and solid from mom.

Feathertail- blue silver classic tabby longhair

This picture IS Feathertail. Someone transcended dimensions to take a picture of Feathertail Warrior Cats. She’s considered a rare beauty in RiverClan, even more so than her mother.

Stormfur- solid blue smoke longhair

I like to imagine that Stormfur and Feathertail look a lot alike. Stormfur is also considered very attractive in RiverClan, if a bit “pretty” for a tom. He fits in well in the Tribe, even though he’s quite a bit bigger than the average cat there. He carries the genes for chocolate, cinnamon, and non-silver.

Millie- silver chocolate mackerel torbie with white purebred British shorthair

80% of Warrior Cats genetic problems can be solved by making someone tortoiseshell. Also, super cool, this kind of fixes the discrepancy between Millie’s manga appearance and her book appearance! She’s still technically a silver tabby, but her stripes are brown, her silver is warm-toned, and she has pale red mottling throughout. This also means she doesn’t have the same description as Silverstream because idk about you guys but I always thought that was Weird. She also has low grade white spotting, unlike in this photo.

Also: Millie is a purebred! She wasn’t a show cat, but she has a very prestigious bloodline and was probably very expensive. This is why you get your cats fixed, people. Don’t be like Millie’s owners and lose out on a 600-dollar investment because some ragged old stray cat seduced her. Millie carries long hair, solid, and non-silver.

Bumblestripe- black silver mackerel tabby British longhair mix

Bumblestripe is big and fluffy and fat like Graystripe, but he has the British shorthair face roundness and fur thickness that makes him resemble his mama. How come he and Rosepetal never got together? I thought for sure that’s where his story was going. I mean he’s a Bramblestar bootlicker now so he didn’t deserve her anyway <3 Bumblestripe carries classic tabby and dilute, not that I think this man will be reproducing.

Blossomfall- solid chocolate smoke tortie and white longhair

Military wife (derogatory). This picture is a color reference more than anything, because ideally Blossomfall is Thick and round and fluffy, not looking like this skinny lil twig cat. Her canon description is very unrealistic, since white spotting follows a very specific developmental pattern and can’t show up as random spots on the back. However, in silver torties, the red brindling appears much paler than the base black coloration, which can give the impression of whitish spots. Additionally, she has low-grade white spotting, unlike in this picture. Blossomfall carries non-silver and dilute.

Briarlight- chocolate ticked tabby British shorthair mix

Briarlight looked a lot like mom, but had dad’s tabby pattern. I miss her. :(

Shoot me an ask if you have any questions or if there’s any other character you want to see!!

#graystripe #silverstream #feathertail #warrior cats #wc #stormfur #millie wc #bumblestripe #blossomfall #briarlight #genetics

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