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Welcome to Return, a realistic cat genetics ARPG!
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This is an adopt!

Oh no! This poor creature was well and truly stuck in a bramble and had to have their matted fur shaved off. How in the world did they get themselves into that mess?

Ends at rollover to February 1.

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

Owner: Wolfhaunt

AGAB: DMAB
Phenotype: Seal colorpoint with low white
Genotype:
aa / Bb / bmbm / csca / 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: 39
Athletics: 20
Health: [Untested]

[werepickle]

Owner: werepickle
Cat Name: Lillian
Prompt:
In the dead of the night, the moon creeping through small cracks in the canopy, the ominous hoots of owls, two creatures one a cat the other a beast where locked in a ferocious chase, one which determined life or death.

Lillian was running for her life, glancing back occasionally to see the leering eyes of the beast. Twigs snapping under her feet, bushes pushed apart as she barreled through, the snarls and warm breath of the beast hauntingly come from behind. No matter which way she turned to beast stuck on her trail, determined to hunt her down. Lillian looked back and saw no leering eyes behind her, she slowed down and her chest was heaving as she tried catching her breath. Shaking cold and hungry she took a quick glance at her surroundings. She didn't recognise this part of the woods and was scared she wouldn't find home again and being on edge, her ears pricked up at the slightest of sounds. Fear coursed through her body when she heard the all too familiar growl and glancing to the right, she saw the hideous creature that was pursuing her. Lillian took off running, followed by the beast their paws pounding heavily into the muddy floor. Leaves being kicked up as the duo raced through the dense forest determined to outwit one another. Soon Lillian noticed a fallen log, which looked sturdy and thick and she hoped would slow the beast down. She flew over the log, when her eyes grew wide with realisation. A small bog lay past the log, but she was moving to quickly to avoid it and she fell into with a soft plop. Dragging herself out, covered in algae, water and mud she heard the heavy thuds as the beast walked through the bog with ease. Growing tired and losing hope, she suddenly noticed a small glow in the distance. With determination now filling her, she sprinted towards the glow. As she grew closer, she realised it was a small campfire and before long she rushed into the small encampment which surrounded the fire. Turning around Lillian noticed the beast stopped, staying in the confines of the shadows. Letting out a frustrated growl, the beast turned and disappeared into the forest. With her chest heaving, she slowly looked around. The few humans that inhabited this encampment were staring at the small creature in their camp. Lillian was drenched and covered in algae, leaves, mud and other debris and the stench from the bog coated her fur. The humans hesitantly picked her up and placed her in a small container of warm water. Once free of the various debris, the humans shaved her fur to see the extent of the wounds. Lillian was covered in various cuts and scrapes all over her body and the humans cleaned them up for her. Once cleaned up, she was placed inside a woolen jumper, to keep Lillian warm against the harsh winds. She was give a warm saucer of goat's milk and some pieces of fish. Lillian would have a wonderful tale to tell of how she narrowly escaped death once she returned home.

[Snickers104]

Owner: Snickers104
Cat Name: Ratfur
Prompt: Ratfur was playing with his brother, running thorough the woods like a young warrior would. When, as they ran, he got stuck! He tried to pull at it but every attempt to untangle himself only made it worse. His brother had run off not noticing it when a two-leg came up and took him away. He was shaved!

[wolfhaunt]

Owner: wolfhaunt
Cat Name: Aristotle/Aris (might change)
Prompt: Oh no! This poor creature was well and truly stuck in a bramble and had to have their matted fur shaved off. How in the world did they get themselves into that mess?

"Oh, stars, what a humiliating story... the second-pawed embarrassment could very well be too much for you. I would ask you to keep this story to yourself, but the entirety of the clan is already well aware of it." Aris winces a bit, peering at you with a slight grimace as he considers whether or not the discomfort is worth bringing up. Your eager expression makes him elicit a soft chuckle before he sighs and opens his mouth to continue.

"It was the night of a new moon and there was little-to-no light to see by. A few of the older trainees, including myself, decided to sneak out and hunt in near-blindness - it was to test how well we could get on without one of our major senses. It was extremely foolish, I'll admit. Anything could've come after us in that darkness: foxes, dogs, badgers, even owls. But I was so desperate to prove myself to my peers, I forgot about those dangers. Off we went, the five of us agreeing to split off into different directions. I chose to head towards the depths of the forest... a forest with - you guessed it - quite a few bramble bushes scattered about. I remember the way my heart pounded in fear and excitement as I searched for prey. After what seemed like a lifetime, I finally tasted prey-scent! My muzzle held low to the ground, I padded my way along the scent trail. As it grew stronger, I began to feel a sense of apprehension wriggling in my belly. Something was off about the trail... it crisscrossed and doubled back and seemed all over the place. Almost as if something had given the prey a reason to flee... but it was too late of a realization. A rush of wind blasted against my whiskers as something slashed the air adjacent to my ears. An owl had driven the mouse it was hunting into the frenzy I had tracked earlier, but something else, something bigger, had caught its eye: me! I writhed and lashed out at the darkness, a ball of fear and defensive anger. It dove for my back and my dodging caused it to crash into the dirt. I raced out of there as fast as my paws could carry me, panic clawing at my chest. I scrambled over a fallen tree and tore one of my claws clean off! And then, just as I thought I was clear of danger, I barreled head-first into a swath of brambles. My adrenaline allowed me to wriggle my head and shoulders free, but those thorns nestled deep into the tail end of my body. I clawed and scrambled and tore free of the underbrush, racing home on bloodied paws. I burst into the camp and nearly flipped head-over-tail in my haste." The colorpoint tom purred a laugh at the thought of what he must've looked like to his clanmates: a small, gangly apprentice with bushed out fur, bits of bramble bush scattered across his body, and two bright blue eyes as wide as moons.

"A few cats ushered me into the medicine cat's den, where I was given thyme for shock. The damage done to my haunches was so severe, the healer had to use a very, very sharp stone to shear a patch of the fur off. I looked ridiculous for moons, but that was my punishment for participating in such a risky endeavor. The other trainees returned fine and unruffled, and my story was the talk of the clan for a good while. I've lost count of how many times I've repeated it to kits, 'paws, and elders alike." He bends his neck to rasp his tongue over his left haunch and you notice that the fur there, though grown back, doesn't seem as soft as the rest of his neat pelt. He catches your stare and winks before arching his back in a deep stretch; with a flick of his tail, he's gone from the den, no doubt on his way to hunt in the deepest part of the forest. Again.

[ivyy.]

Owner: ivyy.
Cat Name: Walter or "Wally"
Prompt: "WALTER!"

The yowl sounded throughout the kingdom, it seemed. He groaned, rolling out of his hay and felt mesh bed, right next to the smelly chicken coop. Still muttering quiet good morning to the neighboring chickens, his mother yowled for him again, "DANG NABBIT WALTER!" She continued, barely a few minutes after she had last yelled for him. Walter rushed out of his den, not even having time to slip on his morning robe. "Yes, mother? Yes, mother?' He answered patiently after darting towards her hut entrance. Willow, a cranky old chicken breeder, and in fact his mother, stared back at him through the rolls of skin over her eyes. "I've called you twice already! I want you to move faster next time! I could be havin' another 'eart attack." She growled at him impatiently.

Walter never really minded- taking care of his mother and all, especially since she had been doing that with him before his father passed away. Nor did he ever mind her rough tone of voice and impatience with him, she was getting old and it made her bitter, which, was reasonable, the thoughtful tom had concluded long ago. "Well, mother? What's wrong?" He asked, ignoring her previous tone. He could've sworn he heard her voice soften slightly as she commanded him to do what she had been calling him over to her hut for, "Chickpea got out last night, can't find 'er anywhere. Have you seen 'er?" She grunted tiredly, laying her head on her paws as if she hadn't slept an hour the night before. "I'm 'orried sick."

Walter shook his head, "No, I haven't seen her at all... she wasn't in the chicken coop either when I was coming over here." Chickpea was a small robin that thought she was a bird, learning the ways of them and becoming his senior mother's close companion as she grew in age. Chickpea had never left his mother's side since she was rescued from their plot a year ago. "Shall I go search for her?" Walter asked gently. His mother didn't respond verbally, a mere squeak of worry and a head nod did the trick. Walter hated seeing his mother so stressed and worried, even if she wasn't always the sweetest to him in the last few years. "I'll be right back." He told her, quickly making his way out of the hut and into the chicken coop, making sure to close the mesh wire gate door behind him.

"Chi-chi-chickpea!" He called, chirping as she did. If she wasn't by his mother's side, she'd be here, eating scraps with the chickens. When nobody but the chickens responded, Walter left the coop and wandered out into the forest, continuously calling for the small, fragile robin. Finally, he heard something other than the wind harshly whipping the tree branches above him. "Chickpea?" He called uncertainly, unsure what the noise or sound really was. Instead of the velvety, soft, and usually calm Robin, a creature of darkness with red fur blasted out of the bushes in front of him, Chickpea flying and darting quickly out of the fox's reach. Found her.

Walter noticed that his mother's pet bird seemed to be flying in an odd sort of pattern, just barely out of reach of the distracted fox. Walter snarled, forcing the fox to turn its gaze as the bird grew tired and flew into a tree trunk. Walter closed his eyes for a split second. Focussing hard he snipped and yipped like a coyote he heard once, barking in a rough, sandpaper-like tone. 'Back! Away, you dung!" He yipped, attempting to communicate with the dumbfounded fox. "Out! Out! Out! My food!" Unfortunately for Wally, the fox's confusion and distraction didn't last long.

It lurched forward and tried to get a hold of the young tom, instead, he managed to dart to the side just in time, running behind the fox and snatching the injured bird. To get back home, though, he wasn't lucky enough to take the cleared path. Instead, he had to trample and wiggle through thick clumps of undergrowth, poking and tugging at his pelt to insure the fox didn't follow him back the same way. "Hang on tight, Chickpea!" He mewed through her feathers, gently grasping her as he traveled through the forest.

[dimi.]

Owner: dimi.
Cat Name: Quail
Prompt: A soft autumn breeze swept across the neighborhood, the leaves of trees swaying gently, ruffling against one another. It was a peaceful evening in the neighborhood, the two leg kids having retreated for the night and houses lights dimming off for the evening. Beyond the rustling leaves, the sound in the neighborhood was minimal at best; besides one little curious fellow.

Upon one of the tree branches sat a seal color point, gazing up at the night sky, their blue eyes pivoting star to star in fascination. This was a normal routine for the cat, whom resided within one of the houses during the day, and spent their nights stargazing with never-ending theories and curiosity about the glowing lights. They then rose to their paws, stretching their limbs upon the oak surface before leaping up to a higher branch.

As she gazed upwards, her ears perked up at the sight above her; it was no longer stars, but what appeared to be an incredibly large spider web. She, however, did not know what it was. And you know what they say; curiosity killed the cat. She took a moment to peer around, mentally mapping out the best path to end up above the web. Taking in a gentle breath, she leapt up another branch, then extended her paw outward to make contact with another, half-leaping across to land. The web was a couple feet below the opening between these two branches; what she thought was a perfect position.

Upon the web was a large yellow spider, hard at work creating the intricate details of the web. Quail observed in pure fascination, then made what was likely the largest mistake of her life. She leaned over, slowly extending one of her paws towards the web. The yellow spider quickly retreated to side, and instincts kicked in. Quail went to bat at the spider, but instead fell, her body landing atop the web. The spider was flung out of sight towards the ground, and Quail swung her paws violently before finding a branch to clutch to.

The sensation was weird, the sticky fibers of the web binding pieces of her fur together uncomfortably. She let out an uncomfortable meow, her claws scratching the oak as she rapidly retreated down the tree, darting across the yard of her two-leg companion. She began to roll and meow in the grass, her paws scratching at any surface she could feel the web on. It felt like bugs were everywhere, and yet, no where.

The commotion of yowls and grass rustling eventually drew the two leg out, who gasped and quickly stepped back inside to grab a towel. The two-leg came back out, scooping Quail up in her arms and bundling her up before bringing her inside for a bath.

Upon unwrapping her and seeing how entangled the webs had made her fur, the twoleg grew worried. After giving her a bath and cutting some of her fur, the bulk of the knots were still there. In a last ditch effort, she decided to shave the cats fur, giving her another bath after for her new, polished short-furred look.

Quail didn't mind; but she definitely learned her lesson about spider webs.

[aglassman]

Closed for judging!

[aglassman]

[size=85]Owner: wolfhaunt
Cat Name: Aristotle/Aris (might change)
Prompt: Oh no! This poor creature was well and truly stuck in a bramble and had to have their matted fur shaved off. How in the world did they get themselves into that mess?
[snip]

Congratulations! Everybody wove some fantastic tall tales, but I particularly enjoyed the narration in yours. I have added an un-shaved reference as well.

[wolfhaunt]

so sorry for the late response!! thank you so so much glass!! I really enjoyed writing for that prompt <3