[Infinitygalixy]

This cat seems to be in tune with their environment.

Tell me about their favorite place to be (max 500 words)

Ends May 24 at Rollover (24->25) Ends may 31 at RO (31->1)

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Description: Blue mackerel minkpoint tabby with low white
Edits: [NR] Companion
[C] Eye shape, Eyelashes, Ear tufts, Min fur, Whiskers
Owner:

[Thani]

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[DawnDenki]

Username: DawnDenki
Cat Name: Greyshrub & Huckle
Gender: Female & Male
Rank: Gatherer
Clan: The Sun Followers
Age: 5 years and 2 months
Prompt: A gentle breeze blowing through the tall grass is the only thing that reminds her of home. The one true natural accruing event that can put her at ease. Greyshrub was born in a prairie field in an old abandoned rabbit burrow. Her mother was quick to teach her how to scout the surface. Placing her ear to the earth allowed this trained kitten to hear the vibrations of steps. The sun needed to be beaming down on her to feel the love of the prairie. Huckle didn't need that hot sun beating down on him, he much preferred the shade from Greyshrub's underbelly. Don't think for one second that these two couldn't blend in anywhere but once that tall grass consumed their silhouettes, these two were as hard to find as gold! The sparkle that would shine within Greyshrubs hazel eyes was worth the long trek to find home. The little bit of blue in her eyes would beam like the sun amongst the yellow blades of mingling grasses. (170 words as of 5/16/26)

[SpringValley_Role]

Username: SpringValley_Role
Cat Name: Pipsqueak
Gender: Female
Rank: Gatherer
Clan: (Please link)
Age: 1 year
Prompt: wip

[hugs100]

Username: hugs100
Cat Name: GreySkies
Gender: Female
Rank: Elder
Clan: Celestial Protectors
Age: 45 Moons
Prompt:

──►Grey moves through the world with a quiet sort of ease, calm and unbothered in a way few cats truly are. Nothing seems capable of shaking her for long. Within the clan, she serves as a steady center, a soft presence that keeps others grounded whenever tensions begin to fray.
──►Yet, Grey rarely stays in one place for long. The forest calls to her constantly, especially beneath overcast skies when the world softens into shades of gray. Those are the moments she seems most at home, slipping silently between trees, guided more by instinct than intention.
──►When storms roll in heavy without harsh winds, Grey always disappears to the same place. There, balanced carefully atop a broad leaf suspended just above the forest floor, she lets the rain fall over her. Droplets gather against her fur and trail slowly down her face before disappearing into the earth below. She does not move. Does not rush. She simply listens.
──►This is where she is happiest.
──►The world grows quiet beneath the rain. No voices. No expectations. Only the steady rhythm of water against leaves and wood, each drop blending into the storm’s gentle song. Surrounded by the hush of the forest, Grey feels herself loosen, the tension in her chest unraveling little by little until all that remains is stillness.
──►Here, she does not need to think. She only needs to exist.

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[Infinitygalixy]

Extending one week :) (RO 31->1)

[River Song]

Username: River Song
Cat Name: Holden Cross (and Sugarcube)
Gender: Male
Rank: Citizen
Clan: [url]Neo Haleth[/url]
Age: Young Adult
Prompt:

Holden has always struggled to find a place that feels like home – a place where he feels like he belongs. Two years ago, if you asked him where he belongs, he’d probably say he prefers moving over staying – that his roots just don’t grow like other people’s do.

He’d left Canberra without a word to his parents – Caught the cheapest flight out of the country. He’d made it out. He brought his board, his backpack, and Sugarcube. She stayed curled tightly in his lap. Nothing else from home was worth keeping.
He didn’t make it to Neo Haleth right away, and when he did, he wasn’t sure he liked it. The city was noisy, the air rancid, and the Bilby perched on his shoulders brought the wrong kind of attention. Cats stared. Children pointed.
He kept his eyes down. He settled into the corners, and let the city move past him.

The thing about Neo Haleth is you can’t hide forever. Eventually, someone will see you.

“Your wheels look fast. You skate?”
Holden is slumped against a wall, trying to stay tucked out of the rain. The cat speaking to him stands about a foot taller, and has a longboard of their own tucked under their arm.
They offer him a hand up. He takes it.

Galen takes him to the skate-park, introduces him to their friends. He laughs at his jokes. Sugarcube, despite all her caution, stays perched on his shoulders. She even sniffs at Galen’s hand.
They grab a drink in the evening. Galen pays.
They meet up the next week, share a sandwich and a single coffee between the two of them.
He finds his place quietly. He likes the people Galen introduce him to. He like Galen. He settles in at their side, and for the first time in a long time, Holden doesn’t want to leave.

If you asked the grey tom about moving today, he might shrug, tilt his head and sigh. He might speak in a resigned sort of way, but you wouldn’t miss the smile creeping onto his face.
“Maybe staying’s not so bad after all.”

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