[0Zero0]

I want some kittens!
Artist:

Username + ID: ArithMedic 1064661
Last accepted form: xx

Other username + ID: 0Zero0 780482
Other user's last accepted form: xx

Cat 1: Singularity
Permission:
Last bred: Never bred

Cat 2:Madoushi
Permission: mine
Last bred: xx

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics preferred <3
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: artist's preference
Items using:

Allow for random NR edits?: yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: yes

Prompt:

[crexmii]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: crexmii + 1056107
Last accepted form: xxxxx

Cat 1: peppermint
Permission: mine
Last bred: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=123&t=4566184&p=144753938&hilit=Moonleap#p144753938

Cat 2: oleanderdance
Permission: mine
Last bred: never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: no
Items using: n/a

Allow for random NR edits?: yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: ofc !! <3
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: no

Prompt: write about the parents' relationship.

the trees seemed to glare at her.
oleanderdance couldn't bear to look at the view again. the sunset was beautiful, but now it was tainted. red, gold and orange hues now seemed to fade to black.

she remembered the incessant pounding of the rain as it trickled down her limp body. she remembered azalea's horrorstruck green irises, and the crunching of her pawsteps as she disappeared into the foliage, leaving her best friend there to rot.

suddenly it was there, lingering in the air.
azalea's scent was fresh.

blindly following the trail, it led to the camp of the believers. oleanderdance didn't seem to realise she was in dangerous territory. all she knew was that she needed to find her old best friend.

her familiar scent washed over her and soon oleanderdance was face to face with those brilliant green eyes. but now, there was no longer any warmth in them.

only anger.

"what are you doing here?"
azalea flicked her tail, and several other felines emerged from the bushes, poised and ready to pounce.

oleanderdance was surrounded and vulnerable with her lost legs, but she wasn't giving up.

"azalea! it's me, ollie. don't you remember me? your best friend?"

azalea looked torn, but when she saw one of the cats side eyeing her, she glared back at oleanderdance. there was a tremor in her voice as she mewed, "k-kill her."

"AZALEA! NO-"

she was pinned down.
no. she didn't want to be killed by azalea.
not again.

suddenly yowls split the tense silence. a neon blue blur seemed to burst out of nowhere. azalea got a nasty scratch on her cheek, and her other companions were scattered and sent running.

oleanderdance felt the weight of claws on her neck vanish. she looked up at her saviour.

she was face to face with an aqua-furred molly. "you-you saved me. thank you," oleanderdance gasped.

"it's no problem. i advise you leave before coming back. but anyway what in the world were you doing? that was such a mouse brained thing. once a cat joins the believers, there's...no changing their mind."

"i just wanted to see her again."

"it makes sense. i lost a loved one to them too."

an awkward silence bloomed between the two.
then it was broken as oleanderdance's blue eyes went to her leg.

"hey! that's so cool! is that a metal leg?"
"...yeah. i used to be a kittypet but i got a metal leg to replace the one i lost in a twoleg trap. i didn't use to be this colour either. its just that some random portal sucked me in here a long time ago, so now i guess i live here now."

suddenly she seemed to realise she was opening up to a stranger and mewed, "o-oh. i'm so sorry for oversharing." blush formed on her curly features.

"it's fine. i see you've been through a lot. i have too. do...do you want to walk back to my clan with me?"

"c-clan? are you part of a cult too?!" she asked, fur bristling.

"no no no! a clan is a community of cats who work together to live with each other and survive the lands."

"...perhaps it'll be alright. i'll come with you. but there's no guarantee i'll stay. oh, also forgive me for not introducing myself first. i'm peppermint."

oleanderdance smiled warmly, her lilac fur blowing the cold wind. "it's okay. i'm oleanderdance, but you can call me ollie." as she said the last word, her eyes clouded. in a time before this...

peppermint didn't know why, but when she saw her companion smile, something warm stirred, awakening inside of her.

maybe it would be okay to trust oleanderdance.
just maybe.
[ WHOO BOY IM SORRY ITS SO LONG ]

[Infinitygalixy]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: Infinitygalixy 852716
Last accepted form: None :0


Cat 1: ShimmerBlaze (Luna)
Permission: Mine!!
Last bred: Never bred

Cat 2: GeraniumHeart (Valentine)
Permission: Also mine!!
Last bred: Also never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: artist says no
Items using: N/A, we ball

Allow for random NR edits?: yeas
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes

Prompt: "describe the parents relationship" [507 words]

It wasn’t serious.. At least that’s what Luna tells herself, just a simple fling with an outsider, it couldn’t be serious, it couldn’t be.

It had been a rough winter, the disappearance of Nightstar and subsequent fall of DawnClan had put a lot on her shoulders. So when she was out by the harbor gathering herbs, who was she to resist when she came face-to-face with an old friend.

GeraniumHeart, better known as Valentine, had been her friend for many moons, so long that she had tried many times to convince him to join her clan, but he resisted every time, citing that he had to keep moving, and had to satisfy the urge to go wherever the winds guided him.

So he would travel all around, stowing away on human ships going off to far away lands, leaving Luna to yearn, sneaking out to the harbor at night, wishing for his return..

But they could only be friends, never clanmates, never something.. More.

The Stars wouldn’t allow it, she was a medic after all, she had to focus on her clan, take care of the sick and weary. Although, now she wasn’t much of anything at all, she still cared for the wounded cats who would come to her, but her clan was gone and the Stars had gone silent, she was left with nothing but a silent den and an empty heart.

Until one day, Luna found Valentine.

She was on her regular evening rounds, gathering what she could of the winter herbs around the harbor, when a tide washed in, carrying a familiar face.

There he was, Valentine, waterlogged and wounded, something had happened, something bad. She rushed to his side, dropping what she had gathered, and hoisted him onto the sands. They weren’t too far from her den, if she could get him there she could help him, she had to.

Dusk turned to night when they arrived at her den and she immediately sprung to action, applying poultice to his wounds and soaking the water out of his pelt. When she was done she curled around him, praying to the stars that her friend would make it through.

A season passed, the flowers began to bloom and the trees sprouted leaves anew, much like the world coming to life, their fondness for each other only grew from that moment, the two of them falling into a routine as Valentine recovered, they would go on strolls with one another, Luna making the excuse that it was simply to let him stretch, but they both knew that it was simply to spend time together.

Valentine was nearly recovered when one thing led to another, Luna confessed her feelings and they became something more for a time.

But spring turned to summer, and summer turned to autumn, and the winds called Valentine once again..

He left in the night, stowing away on another ship, leaving only a red geranium and a white orchid where he once laid.

Luna was alone again, but not for long…

[Kazin]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: Kazin 3262
Last accepted form: December 2024

Cat 1: Meadowbird
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: jan. 2024

Cat 2: Honeycrisp
Permission: Permission unless owned by self here. N/A for NPCs.
Last bred: jan. 2024

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics preferred!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Litters without the apprentice references may have a faster turnaround than litters with.
Items using: Star's Gift (2+ kit litter), Shooting Star (rare edit autopass - for bobtail), and Shooting Star Fragment (uncommon edit autopass - for mid fur) (all obtained here)

Allow for random NR edits?: yes please!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: sure!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a

Prompt: [354 words] - addressing the lore/importance the kits would add for the clan!

The love that Meadowbird and Honeycrisp share is unparalleled. One thing that they share is their love of adventures - something that they have passed down to their other kit, Hawkpaw, and hope to pass down to any future kits they add to their family as well.

When Meadowbird has her second litter, Honeycrisp is overjoyed. They are ready to keep planning adventures to have with Hawkpaw, and the new kits. Though their plans are lighthearted, happy, and calm - life in the clan is anything but around the time the kits are born. The clan has been divided into two, half angry at Hemlockstar for his leadership style, or lack thereof. Half supporting their leader unconditionally. The rift all started when Hemlockstar had his own kits with a cat outside the clan, and accusations of disloyalty started circulating.

Meadowbird and Honeycrisp's kits would be a catalyst into settling the dispute. Where Hemlockstar's kits are being targeted, especially by Starfire, a Seer of the clan, Meadowbird and Honeycrisp's kits would be there to calm the storm. The curiosity of a kit is unrivaled, and they would breach the gap between the clan and the 'outsider' kits. The clan, particularly Starfire and her followers, would see that if these young, clan-born kits can accept Hemlockstar's family as part of the clan, then they can too.

The kits will also grow to be best friends with Starfire's own kits, much to her frustration. Starfire is going to realize through these kits that she has been wrong to be so judgmental of others, that there are good things in the clan and that cats can choose their own destiny - not everything written in the stars is set in stone. Starfire has been having a lot of visions about the 'kits of the prophecy,' and for a long while she was convinced these were Hemlockstar's kits, and prophesized the destruction of the clan because of them. But as more kits enter the picture, potential catalysts of the prophecy, she grows to realize that maybe she read the signs all wrong. Maybe the kits were actually saving the clan from destruction?

[ivyy.]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: ivyy. 998449
Last accepted form: here

Cat 1: burningsky
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: here

Cat 2: rook
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: never bred <3

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics !!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: nope!
Items using: star's blessing (3+ kits) <3

Allow for random NR edits?: yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: nope !

Prompt: "parents relationship"

A small wave of scarlet blotted his vision. Forcefully blinking out the warm blood, Rook stared at the cat he had been so foolish as to fall in love with. The graceful evil embodied in her scared him now although it was the same factor hat had attracted the older tom before. "Why are you doing this, Burningsky? What happened to you? To us?" Voice trembling wretchedly, a sob escaped his throat from the depths of his hollow belly. Blood dribbled down the scratch across his cheek, a dark tear mixing with his fur. The lilac she-cat continued staring at him, her cold, unforgiving gaze giving nothing away but disdain and toxicity. Her glittering ivory claws held the same touches of scarlet that burned along his jaw, the gash now starting to sting even more than it had when she had first struck him.

Looming nearby, her companion, a massive mountain lion cub she had adopted of the fire that had killed Burningsky's first litter. The cub, no longer as small as it had been that fateful day, loomed nearby, waiting. Hunting. Prowling. Clearly expecting a lethal command from the vicious killer of a she-cat. Finally, after long moments of silence, Burningsky spoke, her voice steady and level as she delivered her final, sharpened words to the heartbroken and betrayed tom. "I don't care for you anymore, Rook. You are the reason I live in this wretched place." Her unsheathed claws glinted in the fading sunlight, so lethal yet temporarily stationary against the rough stone of the mountainside. Crouching, he wrapped his tail tightly around his crow-colored hind quarters, blind eyes searching for some sort of moment of reckoning- one with a much more positive outcome.

Yet nothing changed.

The cat he knew was no more, she was now an assassin for Anala.

He was her first quest.

[309 words]

[feverrr]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: feverrr + 412872
Last accepted form: link

Cat 1: noemi
Permission: mine
Last bred: never

Cat 2: basalt
Permission: mine
Last bred: never

Appearance or genetics based?: up to you!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: nope
Items using: none!

Allow for random NR edits?: yes!! nr edits encouraged <3
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a

Prompt: will try to add one if i have time, but i'm swamped! so if not, just let how cute they are together win you over <3 /silly

[Embergleam]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: Embergleam #127087
Last accepted form: June '24

Cat 1: Duskbloom
Last bred: Never bred

Cat 2: Ivystar
Last bred: Never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: Artist's choice!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: No thank you!
Items using: 1 x Star's Gift

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes, please!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes, please!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a, both parents are mine!

Prompt:
Write about the hypothetical kits from this litter.
Ivystar and Duskbloom's future kits have something of a challenge ahead of them. How could they not? Their parents are two of the most influential- and, if we're being honest, formidable- cats in the clan. Ivystar is the Wake's leader, chosen by Silverpelt to guide and guard the Wake and its feline inhabitants. Duskbloom was her second in command until mere moons ago, paw-picked for her skills both on and off the battlefield. While becoming Ivystar's mate may have prompted her to renounce her title, she remains one of the clan's most skilled combatants, the cat others look to when the (sometimes literal) wolves are at the door.

That sort of legacy is hard for any kit to live up to. It's even harder for a kit who has no interest in either fighting or leading. While one of Duskbloom and Ivystar's kits will likely follow in their pawprints, I intend for another to be a dyed-in-the-wool pacifist, someone with no stomach whatsoever for bloodshed. Perhaps they'll apprentice under Mimic and Heartleap and become a mediator, or take after Duststep and become the Wake's first 'homebrewed' historian. Either way, they'll have to wrangle with the weight of their mothers' illustrious legacies, and with the likely tension between them and their more militant sibling. The warrior sibling will likewise have to shoulder the expectations placed on them: what if they can't reach the same heights as Duskbloom? What if they flunk out of their apprenticeship? What if they aren't cut out for life as a warrior? It's a lot for a kit, and they don't want to let their mom down...

This will also be an excellent excuse for Ivystar and Duskbloom themselves to reckon with how their roles and responsibilities affect them, as well as their growing family. They're going to need to balance 'care of clan' with 'care of kits', and that's a moving target they haven't had to hit before. It'll also be a lot of strain on a relationship that only recently upgraded from 'platonic' to 'romantic'. While their love will endure- I, the author, am a sucker for such things- they'll need to learn a lot very quickly, and there will inevitably be some hurt feelings along the way. How will they cope with sleepless nights on top of stressful days? Will they be able to lean on each other when both are accustomed to calling the shots? How will these two leaders reconcile differences in parenting strategy when they inevitably disagree?

But it's not all doom and gloom! The whole clan's been waiting for Duskbloom and Ivystar to have kits since the two finally (FINALLY!) got together. There'll be a whole legion of kitsitters ready to step in and patch up the boo-boos that go with raising kits. Uncle Owlflight in particular is unreasonably excited to spoil his future niblings rotten. His fellow healers are equally ready to step in and provide some extra paws when tempers start to flare. Just because Duskbloom and Ivystar are accustomed to going it alone doesn't mean they have to- and if their kits give others a chance to hone their parenting skills? Well, that just improves the Wake at large!

[néktar]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: néktar + 217991
Last accepted form: here

Cat 1: dandeliontuft
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: never bred

Cat 2: blizzardchirp
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: artist choice!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: n/a
Items using: n/a

Allow for random NR edits?: yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: nope

Prompt:
dandy and chirp, to which their friends refer to them respectively, have always had a liking towards each other. chirp being a little rough around the edges paired extremely well with dandy’s extremely warm and sunny persona. chirp always had to fuss and fight needing dandy’s assistance during their apprenticeship, mainly with their shared duties of gathering moss, repairing the camp, cleaning bedding, so on and so forth. their mentors purposefully putting the together as they liked to see chirp so tongue tied when usually he’s the snappiest of the group. dandy, on the other paw, knew full well of the other tom’s feelings though he didn’t want to rush him so he stayed a close friend falling for the frazzled hunter more and more as they grew together.

finally chirp admitted his feelings well into their adult life. dandy was elated and actually cried, chirp also cried after seeing him cry and then their friends cried. their entwining ceremony happened that new new leaf, it was beautiful.. they requested it to be moved from mother tree, finding that a newly blooming field of daffodils. their sweet smell met with a warm breeze blowing from across the lake was a beautiful ceremony.

chirp and dandy have been even more attached at the hip since then, spending their off hours talking, sharing prey, caring for the queens and helping around camp as much as they can. finding a mutual love in assisting their clanmates and chatting about their patrols and plans for the future. they have briefly spoken of kits though when the time feels right for them both, though dandy has thought about it more then he’d like to let on. though he never wants to put pressure on chirp so he keeps his wishes to himself, instead watching his husband flourish surrounded by his friends and family, happy to share life with the tom.

[.sins.]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: .sins. 440475
Last accepted form: 06/'24

Other username + ID: n/a
Other user's last accepted form: n/a

Cat 1: Dove Mist
Permission: n/a
Last bred: n/a

Cat 2: [url=Honey Whisker]Eagle Stone[/url]
Permission: n/a
Last bred: n/a

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics please
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: artist choice
Items using: n/a

Allow for random NR edits?: yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a

[kyeza]

I want some kittens!
Artist: spideysense

Username + ID: kyeza + 803669
Last accepted form: here

Other username + ID: archaeopteryx. + 334452
Other user's last accepted form: here

Cat 1: cardinal
Permission: here 😭
Last bred: n/a

Cat 2: ar-raiyu
Permission: n/a
Last bred: here

Appearance or genetics based?: artist’s choice
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: n/a
Items using: ikea meatballs and true love

Allow for random NR edits?: yes
Roll for chance at random myth edits?: yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: i dont?? think so???? IDK IT WAS BEING SO CRYPTIC

Prompt: i hope it comes to be regretted that it was never specified this had to be canon. ikea workplace enemies to lovers au be upon ye


it was a lovely day out, really. the sun half-cloaked in cloud cover, a cool breeze tousling strands of lilac and rose quartz, birds chirping from atop distant lampposts.

it was a lovely day out, sure, but that was entirely negated by the fact that they were in the middle of an ikea parking lot, brimming with unadulterated dread. see, today was supposed to be ar-raiyu's day off. days off were supposed to be spent at home, in the comfort of one's own bed, recouping for the rest of the work week. not at ikea. and especially not at ikea waiting for the one person who could sour the entire rest of their day with a single glance. ar-raiyu sighs. and then sighs again... and again.

"would you quit already?!" a huff interrupts their dejected train of thought, half-hearted glare piercing through the lowered driver's side window of their hot pink million dollar barbie jeep, voice dripping with mock irritation. "i'm here, let's go 🤨"

ar-raiyu shakes their head in feigned offense. "what, first you don't like the sound of my beautiful voice," they counter, raising an eyebrow as they slide out of the car. "and now you have the gall to rush me after being late to the business meeting you yourself planned? 😒"

"business meeting my you-know-what 🤨 why on earth would we be meeting for business over swedish meatballs and coffee? what are you, a freak?!"

in a flash of movement, cardinal is backed up against their lightly-dented green kia soul, its sun-heated surface practically photosynthesizing beneath them. "never insult my swedish meatballs again, you hear? 😡😡" ar-raiyu demands, finger pointed brusquely in their face. cardinal flushes bright red like the flushed emoji (😳 for reference. in case you were wondering) and ar-raiyu simply smirks at the sight of it. "enough fooling around, let's go."

they turn on their heel and begin the long trek to salvation—er, ikea—through the miles of dismal asphalt and recycled scrap metal. at least it was recycled, they supposed. it'd mean less complaining out of the other.

see, ar-raiyu had worked for the same corporation for ages, a widely-known, visionary travel company called "the farlanders." they largely dealt in travel affairs and assistance, with some recreational oil rigging business off to the side. for the longest time, ar-raiyu had been capped at second best, a certain golden boy being their department's top employee. but some.. misbehavior... and a sprinkling of tax fraud (🤷) had just gotten them laid off, and guess who'd been next in line?

naturally, this promotion couldn't have come at a worse time.

their company as a whole was under the scrutiny of the EPA (Exasperating Pacifist Agency), which apparently golden boy had been overseeing dealings with, and, as such, ar-raiyu immediately got smacked in the face with no less than the worst of it. congrats on that promotion by the way! 🥰

cardinal was an emissary for those EPA lunatics, which was what sparked their very... riveting first interaction. it was needless to say they'd get along just fine (while gritting their teeth at the mere sight of each other). they'd spend months working side by side, working to avoid having to step into the court of law over the company's little 'situation,' but it wasn't long before the two started to not feel quite so hostile around each other.

after all, working so closely with one another, one can only maintain their distance for so long. soon enough, it was without second thought that cardinal would pick up an extra coffee on their way into the office and ar-raiyu would have their favorite breakfast pastry waiting on their desk before they even stepped through the door.

and that brings us back to the present moment and their definitely-work-related meetup at ikea.

or it would, if there wasn't someone about to be pushed off the roof of said furniture store. the two slide to a stop in the middle of the street, mouths agape as they peer up at the scene above. but right as they do, the fighting pauses and the two green-hued figures on the roof—one of them oddly glitchy-looking—hug and make up. oh well, would've been entertaining to watch.

they continue on, the rows of parking spaces seeming only to expand the longer they walk. as they finally near the entrance, ar-raiyu observes their work partner through a sidelong glance. they really were something. their pallor was ashen, pale as ever, but there was something so very pulchritudinous about it. though they may be reprehensible and quintessentially obstreperous at times, they had to give it to them. they were pretty 🙈

they watch as cardinal's gaze follows a fuchsia-haired young woman rolling by on a child's scooter. what seems to be her tall dark and handsome husband is pushing an overflowing cart out of the front doors, one of the objects on set upon it oddly round and fluffy. huh.

"shall we?" they prod, snapping the other back to reality.

cardinal rolls their eyes. "fine."

and so the ikea adventures begin...


846 words of fun :)