[aglassman]

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Welcome to Return, a realistic cat genetics ARPG!
Our goal is to be a fun, educational experience with opportunities for creative lore and lots of cats. While we have a focus on genetics, don't let that scare you away - we have a lot of people willing to help you out! Don't be afraid to check out our discord, where we can answer all your genetics questions.

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What is this cat's favorite poem?
You may link an existing poem or write your own. (Please follow all Chicken Smoothie rules regarding content.)

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[b]Owner:[/b]
[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Prompt:[/b]

Owner: kiro,,

AGAB: DMAB
Phenotype: shorthair taupe silver classic tabby with high white
Genotype:
AA / bb / bmbm / Ccb / cucu / dd / DmDm / EE / fdfd / HrHr / II / JbJb / kk / kurkur / Ll / lplp / LsLs / mm / mcmc / mkmk / XoY / pdpd / Rr / ReRe / SeSe / spsp / Spfspf / ti+ti+ / wsws / WbWb / whwh

Aesthetics: 19
Athletics: 43
Health: [Untested]

[Lex.]

mark :o

[wolfhaunt]

Owner: wolfhaunt
Cat Name: Visage
Prompt: Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelley

"I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”


edit: added the poem : )

[Adamented]

Owner:
Cat Name:
Prompt: wip...

[miraphoenix]

Owner: miraphoenix
Cat Name: Ongole
Prompt:
Afternoon on a Hill -- Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

(This poem has been set to music by Eric William Barnum, if you want to hear it sung by Choral Arts!)

[kiro,,]

Owner: kiro,,
Cat Name: tbn
Prompt:

The rocks I took out of my pockets
now line the soil of my garden

because once I realised I didn't need to be weighed down,
I suddenly had space for what needs to grow.

- k.p.k / @ ipoetried on tumblr

[aglassman]

Owner: kiro,,
Cat Name: tbn
Prompt:

The rocks I took out of my pockets
now line the soil of my garden

because once I realised I didn't need to be weighed down,
I suddenly had space for what needs to grow.

- k.p.k / @ ipoetried on tumblr

Congratulations! I like how this poem encapsulates new growth from the cracks of something old, just like the abandoned city biome!

[miraphoenix]

This cat has been health-tested! Their health is: 38