[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.

This is an adopt!

This cat is only on vacation to the ocean. What is its home like?
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Ends on rollover to November 1

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

Owner:

AGAB: DMAB
Phenotype: longhair black smoke with mid white
Genotype:
aa / BB / bmbm / CC / 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+ / wsw / WbWb / whwh

Aesthetics: 22
Athletics: 23
Health: [Untested]

[ajax.shup]

Owner: ajax.shup
Cat Name: Itri
Prompt: Itri lives in an old coaster launch site within olywood (my pounce setting). The wooden shack is disheveled, but it's quite large and connected to two smaller buildings. He has built his nest under the original floorboards. The overgrowth of plants made for quite easy nesting after he discovered the hole leading under the floors. A lot of the other growth surrounding his nest is undisturbed, only do things get trampled when he expands or when the growth becomes too much to manage. Only a trained eye would notice the thin trails that Itri has defined in the growths away from where he sleeps. He's got space for his belongings and for trinkets he is looking into the purpose for. The area where he sleeps has room for two cats as Itri likes to invite others to nest with him during the colder seasons. While his longer fur keeps him warm, others in the pounce don't have the same coat, so he offers his warmth to the pounce members that need it most. He doesn't dare go onto the metal tracks that run through his home. The metal is slowly rotting from the inside out, and even the smallest of paw step could send a cat plummeting into or through the metal cylinder. To counter the threat within the structure of the launch site he has taken up weaving mats into the overgrowth sprouting up through the floor. Occasionally he will find fallen pieces of the roof or various other wooden structures within the park that allow him to create a sturdier walkway across the metal tubes. He makes it very apparent that there needs to be caution in the steps over the coaster rails with signs and markers placed to guide visitors over.
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[RoxyTBDW]

marrrrrrk

[wolfhaunt]

Owner: wolfhaunt
Cat Name: Passerine
Prompt:

Bitter wind swept and sliced at Passerine's onyx ears as he slowly trudged through amassed snowbanks. Every dozen steps or so, he paused to shake the incessant white flakes from his damp fur. Grey buildings stretched towards the sky like broken teeth, their points shrouded in snow-laden clouds. His vibrant emerald eyes were slits as his gaze traced one of the behemoths, searching - in vain - for a glimpse of the sun. He'd lost count of how many days it had been since he last saw it, and the tallies on the wall of his den did little to aid his memory. With a sigh that was quickly lost in the storm, the weary tom lowered his head and braced himself as he headed home.

I'm going to freeze to death one of these days, he thought sourly, as he huddled closer to the small fire he had built. The thought had probably passed his mind about a thousand times over the years, and he knew it was an empty complaint. Truly, he felt rather indifferent about the cold by now, and his pelt had thickened to block out the worst of it... but the howling wind and constant loneliness haunted him like the shadow of a creeping predator.
Enough of that, he chided himself, curling up and pulling his thick tail over his nose, The ice is everywhere... even if I left the city, it would follow me. Nothing but a foolish kitten's dream. But as he felt his eyelids grow heavy, the black-and-white cat wondered - for perhaps the thousandth time - if it really was just a dream.


(Summary: Passerine is a solitary cat who lives within an abandoned city where winter never seems to end. He knows little of the outside world.)

(296/300, including summary)

[aglassman]

Congratulations!

Owner: wolfhaunt
Cat Name: Passerine
Prompt:

Bitter wind swept and sliced at Passerine's onyx ears as he slowly trudged through amassed snowbanks. Every dozen steps or so, he paused to shake the incessant white flakes from his damp fur. Grey buildings stretched towards the sky like broken teeth, their points shrouded in snow-laden clouds. His vibrant emerald eyes were slits as his gaze traced one of the behemoths, searching - in vain - for a glimpse of the sun. He'd lost count of how many days it had been since he last saw it, and the tallies on the wall of his den did little to aid his memory. With a sigh that was quickly lost in the storm, the weary tom lowered his head and braced himself as he headed home.

I'm going to freeze to death one of these days, he thought sourly, as he huddled closer to the small fire he had built. The thought had probably passed his mind about a thousand times over the years, and he knew it was an empty complaint. Truly, he felt rather indifferent about the cold by now, and his pelt had thickened to block out the worst of it... but the howling wind and constant loneliness haunted him like the shadow of a creeping predator.
Enough of that, he chided himself, curling up and pulling his thick tail over his nose, The ice is everywhere... even if I left the city, it would follow me. Nothing but a foolish kitten's dream. But as he felt his eyelids grow heavy, the black-and-white cat wondered - for perhaps the thousandth time - if it really was just a dream.


(Summary: Passerine is a solitary cat who lives within an abandoned city where winter never seems to end. He knows little of the outside world.)

(296/300, including summary)

[wolfhaunt]

YESSS!! I had so much fun writing that, thank you so much!

[ajax.shup]

congrats

[wolfhaunt]

thank you!