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cat-alyzing · 1 year

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The Sisters

The sisters are the split of group of the first known group of wild cats at the lake called the Archaic Lake Cats. After being given a sign of a horrible wildfire that would destroy their summer site the cats leader Half Moon let the cats decide where they would be moving, to the mountains or far away into unknown land. When counted there was a tie and it was decided that they’d split apart, the cats heading to the mountains becoming the Tribe of Rushing Water and the ones going farther becoming the Sisters.

The Sisters run a matriarchal, crepuscular, and wandering group. They wake up in the early dawn and start traveling, or hunting if their settled, stopping midday to sleep and then doing more at dusk before sleeping in and out during the night. They have a democratic system where the cats choose the next pathfinder or on vote on any decision often with a special stone or object given to them when their fully grown.

Traits include long thin fur, larger bodies, big maws, flecked pelts and strange eye colors, wide thick paw pads for traveling. They have two specific bloodlines from the first Sister’s Stone and Sun. Stone’s descendants have thick gray fur and purple eyes with a white spot on their face and back while Sun’s descendants have warm coats with wavy fur, a darker spot on their chest, and banded stripes.

First Pathfinder was Stone (prev. Smooth Stone) and the Current Pathfinder is Moonlight one of her descendants

The Sister’s Ceremonies

The Shift Ceremony is done under the full moon a year and a half after a kitten is consider a adolescent. At this ceremony the cat is tested on their connection to their afterlife in various ways.

Calling is when a cat calls upon to create a connection to a spirit but not necessarily summon them rather to create a voice to talk to the cat. This is the easiest skill for a Sister to learn but only available to them as no one else can hear the whisperer. A cat practices this by opening up their vessel for a spirit to attach to but not enough to attempt a full summoning often learners figure this out by doing it again and again on their own since it is so particular to the cat themselves.

Pulling is a more specific and done after something has gone may it be a plant or creature to pull a last memory or sliver from the dead. Mostly used to bring back special herbs that have died away. This is done by tracking the site of where the thing passed and fueling it through the cat themselves, this can cause exhaustion if used on larger or long dead things. Practiced by rooting up the dirt under a dead flower and fueling it, once revived the cat has passed the test.

Summoning is easy once mastered but hard to figure out as it pulls the full ghostly form of a spirit and makes them visible to anything watching. It requires to call out and open up the cats spirit themselves for a ghost to latch onto as a anchor, and then the cat will pull them to the living plane. This is easy to hold and maintain but hard to figure out and a little dangerous to do if a spirit is particularly hostile, powerful, or wanting to steal the living cats spirit themselves. Most often done in cases of needing to speak to a lost one, wanting guidance, or advice though a spirit cannot just tell a cat all the truth just what they can process. (So if a cat was found dead a Sister couldn’t just summon the spirit and be told what killed them. The spirit would only be able to speak in already known truths, recall shared memories, or hopes instead of facts)

Singing is a very commonly done practice by the Sisters. They sing to build bonds, pass time, share stories, raise hope, and even to heal. To better connect to those not on the living plane they have sing. The stronger the voices and the more there are the stronger their connection will be.

New life celebrations are held after a cat announces new life and throughout the settling moon. After a cat says their expecting they are flowered with special items like pregnancy related herbs, flowers, stones, and prey to the cat and they are immediately nestled into the center of the sleeping pile. As they find a suitable place to settle the Sisters will create the safety den for them which is very protective most often in bramble bushes, caves, strong burrows, or under thorn bushes. The sisters will stay at this den until the kittens are able to properly travel with them most often around 3-4 moons. If a cat decides to stay with their kittens they are given a goodbye ceremony just like any cat would.

Goodbye gifting is the ceremony done when a cat chooses to travel away. The cats closest to the traveler will give them a special gift that they’ll take with them on their journeys as a connection back to their birth group. The night usually consists of group singing, getting the cat ready for travel, and hunting so they have some prey to set off with. Just before they leave they are touched by the pathfinder and looked upon as a official wayfarer wandering the land for whatever they want, or just to explore.

Life in the Sister’s

The Sisters are a very close group and see each other as all being connecting may that be by blood, friendship, spirituality or love. They often sleep in open areas so they have a habit of sleeping all together in a big pile of cats with certain cats on the inside circle like those expecting, injured, shorter furred, or the pathfinder.

Gender in the Sisters is very self respected. While the pathfinder is matriarchal it depends on the cat themselves, i they see themselves as being able to be the pathfinder by the groups standards then they are. They do not differentiate by the gender of a cat and the only difference being that one cat can carry kits and the other sires them. Nothing more then that. Stone herself was a trans molly and the tradition of looking past many built up ideas is close to their culture. Sexuality isn’t really a idea to the cats since it’s just what a cats like, similar to how one cat prefers birds to mice or fish to bugs.

Their also avid storyteller singing great tales they’ve picked up and grown over time. Their main ones are of the four gods that control aspects of life like life, death, peace chaos. A changed version is seen in the Tribe in their own culture. They also have a story about the “stuck sister” which has ties back to the ancient Fallen Leaves.

The story of the Stuck Sister is a old tale stemming from the loss of Stone and Shadow’s only child at the time Fallen Leaves during is coming of age ceremony. It is sung in parts, the initial loss and the restless grief most often by the lead singer being the loudest and the rest humming along.

(Think the kind of tempo in “Enchanters - Dragon Age: Inquisition”)

“Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves with your fur of red and white. How much you’ve grown and still so small always in a fright. You went inside where there was no light. Lost forever from my sight. Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves how you’ve stuck to my mind. I sing to you in hopes to see you in the stars once more. Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves where could you be? I should’ve known when the air got cold a thief would steal my shine. My little light oh my little light so bright with heart and mind. Trapped in the stone, no way home. As I grow old and you stay cold I hope to see you then. While I am gone, your song lives on, forever should they know. My Fallen Leaves my Fallen Leaves with a pelt of red and white.”

The tale of trickster refers to the autumnal god known for his many seeds of chaos sprouted across history. A warning tale about the signs if he is near. Said over and over to ward away the beast in its story this tale is most often spoke around prey during autumn.

Autumn Glee forever be a trick of the eye. For fear the changing shadows and darkness soon to blight. He is of chaos and pain always feasting for more. Do not feed the restless Sol or you may be his final feast. Always hungry ready to leap. Stay away from the dying leaves. He will rot your belly and steal your soul. Take your body for a stroll. Then when you get free, he will finally finish the feast. Do not fall for the leaves. Or you will be his next treat.

The Spirituality of The Sister’s

The Sister’s are polytheistic worshipping the gods of each seasons who control the different aspects of life though they don’t heavily worship them. More so showing their belief in tales or comments. They do believe in the planes of existence though. The idea of the living being on one plane, the ghosts, and the passed over. Spirits who are ghosts can be easily called upon and are still trapped on the living plane either by choice or not. The passed over cats are the spirits who have moved on and gone back into the world their energy giving life to new creatures like birds, kittens, mice whatever. They have a code of giving what they take and helping those in need, very often healing those who need it or providing protections.

Their specific connection to the dead is stronger because of their consistent belief in the practice and learning over generations how to best use their powers.

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aa0akaace · 11 months

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Cattails oc cattails oc

#because it isnt out on the switch yet im pretty sure #so i wont be able to play as this character yet but the character customization is exiting #anyways aurora here they are #aurora #cattails wildwood #cattails wildwood story #cattails #cat tales #my art

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dreamingmappist · 3 months

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Heater gets turned on. My cat stands by her rug™️.

Me: You expect me to read your mind?

Her: silent and staring

Me: puts the rug under the bench closer to the heat vent

Her: snuggles in her spot™️.

Me: You’re lucky I’m psychic. pets her warm fur

#cat tales

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cloudselkie · 2 years

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Behold. Cat snores.

Bonus pic of my tiny goober.

#sound on #julian the cat #cat tales #cats #cat

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izzythehutt · 8 months

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Are you a fan of Cat-Tales by Chris Dee? Any thoughts on it?

This question is so random, but as it happens, once upon a time I was a huge fan. In college mostly, which was when I was really into Batman and Superman.

I think my biggest critique was how many side characters there were and the biases of Chris herself against certain things in the continuity (Damian’s existence, eg.—probably just Talia in general.) I liked Selina having friendships with certain members of the Rogues, I enjoyed the storyline where Riddler figured out Bruce was Batman and that caused him an existential crisis.

I haven’t read it in years—did Bruce and Selina ever freaking get married?

#Batman #cat tales #batcat #asks

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hussyknee · 1 year

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Y'all ever look at your cat and realize "I'm living with a serial killer"?

#mum will not keep him inside #granted that's a bit of a tall order in a house as open as ours #and he's supposed to be on pest control. that's his job #but the sadistic disemboweling of mice is disturbing #the housekeeper is fed up of finding mouse guts strewn over the yard #also he's caught and eaten a bird and squirrel right in front of us 😭#poor bird had gotten in the house #when we yelled each time he juat dragged it higher onto the roof out of our reach #i feel so sad for the poor critters that run afoul of him every night #even when he isnt being an ecological disaster #(seriously fuck my mother)#i nearly stepped on a dead mouse he'd left right outside the kitchen door yesterday #an offering to these helpless hairless cats who cant hunt for themselves #i hate rodents and dead ones make me wanna puke but #he was so small 😭 what a horrific way to die really #I love my cat so much but. lordy he's a criminal #kitties #cats #cat tales #knee of huss

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changeling-of-the-fae · 10 months

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My grandparents have a cat. A very special cat. A cat with sensory sensitivities. She has particular feelings about Things Beneath Her Feet.

Tippytoes does not like cat litter. She does not like high end cat litter, she does not like low end cat litter; she does not like fancy cat litter substitutes.

She likes carpet. Soft, plushy, central-living-area carpet. Carpet with people adjacency.

Tippytoes likes carpet so much, she will hold her business until she can bring it inside.

My grandparents live in their own home, alone. They are in their mid-90's. They have sensory insensitivities and they do not know where Tippytoes goes.

Tomorrow they will have a visitor. A very important visitor. A visitor with a camera. She will determine how much credit my grandparents can get.

My grandparents need credit. Soft, plushy, security-cushion credit. Credit with low interest.

I have scrubbed, shampooed, soaked, soda-ed, and sucked the daylights from The Carpet to remove as much visible urine and discernible odor as humanly possible.

My olfactory senses have cut all contact. My shower, while a relief, could not sanitize my psyche. But I am finished. I can do no more in the Fight Against Odors.

I am lying in bed, clean now, and it is raining outside.

And above the pitter-patter, I can hear her.

Tippytoes has the most innocent, kitten-like mewl. It's unbecoming for a cat of her age.

But right now, she sounds pathetic. Miserable. Wet.

And against all reason, I want to let her in. Three days of crawling hands and knees through her litterbox, and I am tempted to rescue her from the dismal damp.

I tell you all this, not to show that I am A Good Grandaughter.

I tell you this because if, and I say if, a demon were to bait me with cats, chocolate, or a large iced coffee, I would lose.

I know that now.

When they ask what happened to me...just tell them I've let the vampire cat in.

#if the living room is your litterbox #you might be a hellcat #cautionary tale #cat tales #caturday #cat shaming #cats of tumblr #cats

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a-pale-azure-moon · 1 year

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I was being lazy this morning, daydreaming in bed after my alarm went off. After awhile, my cat Luna came in for a visit and laid down on top of my stomach. Which was nice except that her weight was making me acutely aware of my bladder, and i still didn't want to get up just yet. So I rolled over onto my side, dislodging her, and she vocally admonished me for it.

Then she proceeded to climb on my hip and just sit there staring down at me. She was kneading and purring and being super cute but also kind of a nuisance, because I wasn't comfortable with her sitting there and she was disrupting my train of thought. She's usually only this persistent when her food bowl is empty, so I caved and got out of bed with the promise that I'd feed her.

No sooner had I vacated the bed than Luna proceeded to curl up in the middle of it, where it was still warm from my body heat, and she went right to sleep.

Sometimes I forget that beneath that adorable face lies a deeply cunning and calculating mind.

#my cat luna #real life #i'm sure every cat owner has stories like this #cats being cats #cat tales

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katelutter · 18 days

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Three Rapscallions and the Partial Eclipse - Hot Blogging with Chuck - Katelutter.blogspot.com

#rascal cat #hot blogging with chuck #cats #adventure #the little gangster cat #cat as hero stories #cat tales #solar eclipse 2024

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the-pouncing-puppy · 2 months

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The adventures of Fickiana Jones episode pyramid pt ii

Back home from the polar ice caps, Ficky went to her studio to think. This room contained tokens from many of her expeditions— rocks, shells, fossils, maps, scraps, and so on. Today she got out the ancient ammonite fossil whose polished surface was good for catching sunlight and making reflections that loved to play chase with her. She chased the reflections for awhile, then went underneath of her blanket to have a nap. Mama finally woke her up around 4 o clock.

“Ficky, time to wake up from your cat nap! Did you forget that you have night classes? There is a nice patch of sunlight in the kitchen right now too.” Ficky liked to charge herself in the sun after naps.

Soon she was all re-energized and ready to go to the archaeology university. Tonight she had Numbers class with Mrs. Moonbeam, a gray cat with whiskers that were crinkled with old age. Followed by Shapes class with Mr. Feather, an eagle whose eagle eyes were sharp but warm.

During Numbers class, Mrs. Moonbeam discussed the number 9 and its special significance for ancient cat architecture.

“Because cats have nine lives, most elders have nine tales to tell. The ancients were no different. The site of an ancient cat’s house always contains nine hollow eggs that contain the scrolls of their nine tales. Of course, these eggs are very roly poly and playful, but their contents are very fragile from age, so remember to be careful with them, as if they are real eggs with a chick inside.“

Ficky, who volunteered at the chicken coop sometimes as an egg sitter, knew very well how to be careful with eggs.

During Shapes class that night, first everyone turned in their homework. Ficky’s homework papers had messy paw print handwriting and some holes and tears from the times she absently bit up the pages a bit. The lesson was focused on perpendicular angles.

“A common form of perpendicular angles is the crossroads. This is a place where you must make a choice about which way to go.”

Mr. Feather took out a compass and displayed it on the podium for the class.

“There are ways to find true north. The best way is to follow the north star. But you can also use a compass like this. As long as you know where true north lies, your sense of direction will be impeccable.”

Ficky sighed. She had dropped her compass a lot of times. The outer glass was cracked, and the inside was filled up with water too. On the other hand, she was pretty sure that it was lucky— it had somehow guided her around many pitfalls and back home again and again.

After class, Ficky waited for an opportunity to show the teacher the blank book from the pyramid, but in the end she felt too shy and ran home as fast as she could.

“The investigation don’t make much progress today… What’s a Ficky to do??”

That night, Ficky had a dream that she was paddling in a river at night. The water was dark and cold. And something was following her… finally she caught sight of him before he could sink back underwater. It was a grinning crocodile…!

Ficky woke up and walked around the house meowing until papa woke up and fixed her a snack. Ficky asked him what he would do if he had a book with blank pages that smelled really nice.

He said, “It sounds like a good notebook. Why not use it for writing things down?”

So Ficky put her paw print on the first page and went back to bed.