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CATACOMBS wrote:[main thread]
The catacombs are a vast underground network of tunnels, only accessible by a few select
spots on the surface.Ancient cats carved and explored these tunnels through centuries of
hard work. At the heart of the catacombs is a nook bustling with life: Catalena. Here cats
live harmoniously in groups called guilds, in which every member has it's own special role.
There are merchants, barbarians, witches, foragers, every type of citizen you could ima-
gine. Everyone contributes to Catalena in their own way and keeps it safe for the cats
that live there.
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Buzz Aesthetic wrote:Username: Buzz Aesthetic
Name: Hare
Gender: Female
Role: Forager
Guild: rekindling few
Sweater Design: a cozy red and blue plaid sweater sprinkled with stars between the lines. It has a large bleach stain on the left shoulder
Prompt: There wasnt anything special about the sweater itself. The small stars were cute, the colors were nice, but what made Hare want to keep wearing the sweater, almost every year since it happened, was the story behind the stain.
It had started as a normal holiday season, catelena was celebrating the snow and joy, and felines were passing around gifts. Hare didnt care for giving gifts. She didnt have any special some-cat, or many family who lived nearby. But she did have a gift to give to one friend.
She ducked out of the hollow, away fromt he crowd. After a moment of walking she started to purr, not a second passed when a small creature fluttered down to her shoulders. it sported wide ears, a small nose, a brown body, and navy blue wings! A bat!
Hare chuckled as the small creature scampered on her back. As she reached to pull out a gift she met face-first into a cat who had been paying as much attention as her. Next thing she knew she had cinnamon cider all over her shoulder, an angry bat, and soon... her to-be guild leader worrying over her with his own bloody nose. [Phew... 199/200]
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