[Mythz]

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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!
Something has been annoying them. What or who is it?
[limits - minimum 150 words, max 500 words and 1 art piece]

Ends on January 2nd at 7pm EST

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

Owner: cujo.

AGAB: dmab
Phenotype: longhair blue classic tabby with low white
Genotype:

Aa / Bb / bmbm / Ccs / 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+ / wswg / WbWb / whwh

Aesthetics: 23
Athletics: 39
Health: [Untested]

[.sins.]

Owner: .sins.
Cat Name: Tidepool
Clowder: The Ones Forgotten
Prompt:

marking

[vympyre]

Mark!

[mothbrainz]

Owner: mothbrainz
Cat Name: Burrow
Prompt:
Humans. That's all anyone in the clowder talked about, ever since Trillium came home from that little excursion - willow bark and sheep fur, Burrow could've figured that out!

Yes, it was nice that Trill wasn't permanently injured as a result of the fox. But Burrow was tired of how often others tried to make small talk about the new species in the area, can't something else suffice as a topic of conversation? She'd rather discuss the weather, or the influx of chipmunks this year. Anything but humans.

Burrow had lived in the tallgrass for quite some time until the humans approached. She was apprehensive from the start, but the news of them trying to interact with cats had spurred her to move entirely. Now she stayed with Fractal and Velvet in their den, waiting until she could find a new home of her own a little farther away from the encroaching humans. In the meantime, she wished everyone else would just shut up about them.

[BigFrog4231]

Owner: BigFrog4231
Cat Name: Silver
Prompt:

Silver took quick steps over the wooden porch in front of the saloon, walking under the saloon doors and shaking off the sand from his pelt. A human shouts something at him but he doesn't listen, and continues forward to the upstairs- looking for his human. His ears rang, his eyes stung, and his paws ached- all he wanted was a soft bed and some quiet time. Which one was it again? B2 or C2? He scratches on the door with the golden plate reading "B2". A human opens the door and scowls, yelling at the cat. Silver yelps and scurries away, puffing out his pelt in fear. He sighs and wearily walks over to door "C2".

This better be it or else I'm moving in with the longhorns... He scratches at the door, tired, holding his breath and hoping to see his human. The door opens slowly and reveals a burly man with scruffy hair. He smiles and opens the door wider, lettin silver in. Silver smiles and rubs against his human's leg, purring loudly and letting the sights and sounds of the outside melt away. His human mutters something softly and removes Silver's bandana, shaking out the sand that was caught in it. Silver shakes himself off one more time before jumping onto the bed. The human follows, sitting down next to Silver and taking off it's boots and hat, setting them down on the side table next to the bed.

The human coos something sweetly in a rough voice while scratching behind Silver's ears. Silver hated living in this town, wishing him and his human lived somewhere with less wind and sand. The harsh wind made his ears ring constantly- making his head pound. The wind threw sand into his eyes, making them sting and water. The hot and rough sand made his paws ache and hurt, and with all the human squabble happening he was always on the brink of a breakdown. Luckily with his human, he had time to calm down and finally have a break from all the sounds, sights, and textures. (making art if i have time??)

[348 words]

[ivyy.]

Owner: bunnoblizzard
Cat Name: Hemlock
Prompt:

- Inspiration for this prompt taken from this animation meme -

Hemlock sighed as his younger sister bounced around excitedly. He hated her, she didn't deserve to be his half-sister. If his mother was loyal, she wouldn't have moved on so quickly after his father's sudden passing. Hemlock whipped around after he had had enough, "Don't you see I'm tired, Kadence? Go play with your father!" He told her in a loud tone of voice. Kadence slowed her movements and offered him a small, adorable, weak smile, her glossy albino pelt shining in all ways possible. They treasured her for that. She was apparently more amazing than him even though he was first. His mother nearly forgot to bring food for him too, several times that week alone.

"But I want to play with you!" She told him, not letting him disrupt her happy self. "Please? I'll let you have some of my dinner tonight?" Hemlock unsheathed and sheathed his claw repeatedly. Right, he wasn't allowed to have dinner for three days because he lashed out at her earlier that week. "I don't want your dinner." He growled, turning his back to her. And yet, Kadence didn't stop pestering him, "But please? You're my favorite family member Hemlock, you're my best friend! Mama said before you're pappa passed away-" His fur spiked at the thought she called his mother mama and the fact she had mentioned his father.

He whipped around again, this time his eyes were glassy and his patience at its end. His unsheathed paw slammed the ground a paw step or two in front of her, "She isn't your mother!" He yelled, already hearing his step-dad rush around in the other room, most likely heard him. Kadence shrank a little at his tone and interrupted him, "B-but you're special and I'm special, mama said special cats must stick together." This enraged him as he shot daggers through his eyes at her. "You're not special, Kadence! All you ever do is ruin everything! You're a horrible, no good piece of mouse dung! You're not special, you're a disgusting kit that came out wrong!"

Kadence sobbed as her favorite cat in the whole world told her how he had been feeling the last moons since she'd been born. Hearing this, she didn't want to disappoint her big brother any longer. She disappeared into the woods nearby to their abandoned farm home, never to be seen again. To this day, after Hemlock went searching for her, was incredibly ashamed, so ashamed, he forced himself to become lost in the same forest his adoring little half-sister disappeared in. It's been three years, he never stopped looking for her.

[435 words]

[Izutsumi]

Owner: fallendownut
Cat Name: ash
Prompt:

The cicadas buzzed, drowning out so many of the noises Ash was accustomed to. She carefully climbed up the tree and pounced on a cicada. Biting off its head, she reveled in the small vengeance against the loudly buzzing worship of the summer sun, aware it barely made a dent in the sound.
Taking the cicada remains, she leaped agilely down the tree, happy with the small amount of wind she could feel. Plodding along back to the clowder's quarters, the breeze-less warm day made her want to run away. Feeling the wind through her fur, as she turned eastward at the last bend of the path, Ash realised she messed up at the last second as the sun had blinded her. Lurching on a stone, she tumbled down the steep hill, losing the cicada corpse, stopping right at one of the humanoid's feet.
Ash growled softly as they picked her up, embarrassed and slightly injured. Figuring out what was wrong quickly, they went back to the clowder camp, while Ash glared back at the hill and all of the stupid cicadas making that infruiating buzzing. Testing out her slightly pained limbs, she winced as her newly dislocated right shoulder sent up a large shooting pain, and dug her claws into the humanoid. Wincing as well, the humanoid sat down at a tree in the camp, and relocated her shoulder, bracing against the fury of claws that came his way for it. Ash ran up the tree, and settled on a large branch, grooming herself and glaring at the disturbingly loud cicadas and anyone else that came nearby.
She is annoyed, ticked even, at summertime.

[275 words]

[cujo.]

Owner: cujo.
Cat Name: mousefang "mouse"
Prompt: [500/500]


there were a great many number of things mouse did not enjoy. any member of clockwork phoenix who'd been there for more than a day could probably list at least five, for all the big tom loved to grumble and grouch and gripe. it was a well indulged past-time. the cold, insects, a piece of prey escaping him seconds before he was about to catch it, a cloud covering the sun Right after he got nice and comfy ... yes, indeed, the list went on ... and on for quite some time. not all of them were serious complaints.

and ... there were few who knew of one of mouse's truest annoyance.

mouse was not one to enjoy the company of strangers. not without a good reason anyway - a quick romance here and there, a newcomer who showed an interest in joining the clockwork phoenix ... those were the sorts of acceptable reasons that mouse could stand. he wasn't going to argue with his leader and beloved friend about this whole ... interacting with their neighbouring clowders, well, it just wasn't something he fancied.

for it seemed, no matter what he did, he drew attention. even sitting there, scowling, doing his best to use his formidable size to loom in the shadows and simply brood ... there were still so many who wanted to talk to him. what was there to say, really? his name - and That was an annoyance in and of itself. mousefang was a title. the formal one, the one he earned by proving himself as a formidable hunter and fighter, able to provide and protect his clan in equal measures. and yet, not every clowder had the same naming traditions. some didn't even have naming traditions, at least what mouse could tell. even those who came to clowder and wished to keep their names from before, usually took on a Title.

but so often he had to explain what it means. or ... he had to tell them it was simply mouse. and that was so very Personal. it wasn't a bother in those moments such as a possible romantic fling ... but in a setting such as meeting other clowders ... that wasn't a space for such intimacy as his given name. at least, not in mouse's opinion. it didn't seem like many of the other members of the clockwork phoenix had such issues. or if they did, they had never shared.

for so many strange names that he came across, if mouse had to see someone look him up and down in amusement given his bulk because of his name, he was going to start a fight, consequences be damned. hadn't their dams ever thought them manners? it certainly didn't seem so. all kittens were small - and it was his dam who had chosen his name. it felt quite like a direct disrespect to her, and mouse loathed that - his dam had loved and protected him. and taught him manners: at least if he found a name strange, he kept it to himself!

[Mythz]

i loved everyones entries !! congrats <3

Owner: cujo.
Cat Name: mousefang "mouse"
Prompt: [500/500]

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[cujo.]

ah thank you so much, i love him!! <3