[Swishy & Broken]

This cat is based on a penguin-- but that doesn't mean they don't get cold!
How does this feline warm up after a cool patrol?

Ends 12/11 at 4pm cst

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Description: blue silver mackerel tabby w/ mid-high white
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[nr] expression, scars, claws, weight
[c] min fur, pointy ears, whiskers, eye shape, eyelashes, scelra color, shorter tail
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[LittleWolf666]

Username: LittleWolf666
Cat Name: N/A
Gender: female
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Clan: https://toyhou.se/LadyMoss666/characters/folder:5014730
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Prompt: I feel like she would find her friends and share tongues with them after the patrols

[Lokisaurus]

Username: Lokisaurus
Cat Name: Reef
Gender: Female
Rank: First Mate
Clan: Grayfall's Maw
Age: 6 years
Prompt:

Pregnancy did not suit Reef well - at least in her own opinion. Pillaging and plundering was easy. Taking on hordes of untrained, soft kitties that liked heeding to some precious code more than they liked winning was easy. Taking care not to jostle a big honkin' belly whilst keeping the soft kitties in line was certifiably not easy. It was painstaking work to be extraordinarily nice to one particular part of her body that didn't quite belong to her anymore. She had to eat at certain times - at more times - and she had to sleep at certain times and sometimes the little demons in her belly kicked! How dare they!

That wasn't to say that she wasn't excited for the new life, in her own way. Far from the peeping eyes of the cats they now lorded over, in the comfort of her own cabin, Reef found it relaxing to smooth over the fur on her belly and sing soft shanties to her unborn children. They seemed to calm at the tunes, much like Reef believed the sea did as well. She would sing and her babies would still and the sea would rock the Maelstrom back and forth like a cradle for them all. A cold cradle only warmed by a seemingly endless fire that burned in a grate towards one end of the cabin - never fading, never needing to be fed. No doubt one of Obed's many gifts.

The fire mesmerized her in a way that would be considered dangerous to most. On some days, when storm winds battered the coves beyond the captain's ship, she would just sit and stare as the flames licked greedily at the iron grate, turning white and blue the louder the storm got. It was never a particularly hot fire, but when she looked into the heart of the embers, she could almost swear that the warmth spread from her eyes to her nose to her tail to her feet. It engulfed her without a single burn or blaze scorching her fur.

And then she would blink, and it was just a flickering mound of coals again in a simple iron grate.

Goldmarsh had always had her tricks, tricks that Reef had found most disconcerting in their journeys together. The gilded captain seemed to have a sort of control over the sea. She spoke to the waves and bargained with rocks. It was a madness that seemed so unhinged at times (the times when Goldmarsh would scream to the heavens in words Reef couldn't understand) but now... Now, Reef was grateful for the never-ending flame and its warmth and she could tell that her kits were too, as they always seemed less forceful when she laid in front of the grate and enjoyed the blaze. Maybe that would be her children's first memory: just them, the fire, and their mother, whose love for them (like the embers in the grate) would be never-ending.

[Swishy & Broken]

Username: Lokisaurus
Cat Name: Reef
Gender: Female
Rank: First Mate
Clan: Grayfall's Maw
Age: 6 years
Prompt:

Pregnancy did not suit Reef well - at least in her own opinion. Pillaging and plundering was easy. Taking on hordes of untrained, soft kitties that liked heeding to some precious code more than they liked winning was easy. Taking care not to jostle a big honkin' belly whilst keeping the soft kitties in line was certifiably not easy. It was painstaking work to be extraordinarily nice to one particular part of her body that didn't quite belong to her anymore. She had to eat at certain times - at more times - and she had to sleep at certain times and sometimes the little demons in her belly kicked! How dare they!

That wasn't to say that she wasn't excited for the new life, in her own way. Far from the peeping eyes of the cats they now lorded over, in the comfort of her own cabin, Reef found it relaxing to smooth over the fur on her belly and sing soft shanties to her unborn children. They seemed to calm at the tunes, much like Reef believed the sea did as well. She would sing and her babies would still and the sea would rock the Maelstrom back and forth like a cradle for them all. A cold cradle only warmed by a seemingly endless fire that burned in a grate towards one end of the cabin - never fading, never needing to be fed. No doubt one of Obed's many gifts.

The fire mesmerized her in a way that would be considered dangerous to most. On some days, when storm winds battered the coves beyond the captain's ship, she would just sit and stare as the flames licked greedily at the iron grate, turning white and blue the louder the storm got. It was never a particularly hot fire, but when she looked into the heart of the embers, she could almost swear that the warmth spread from her eyes to her nose to her tail to her feet. It engulfed her without a single burn or blaze scorching her fur.

And then she would blink, and it was just a flickering mound of coals again in a simple iron grate.

Goldmarsh had always had her tricks, tricks that Reef had found most disconcerting in their journeys together. The gilded captain seemed to have a sort of control over the sea. She spoke to the waves and bargained with rocks. It was a madness that seemed so unhinged at times (the times when Goldmarsh would scream to the heavens in words Reef couldn't understand) but now... Now, Reef was grateful for the never-ending flame and its warmth and she could tell that her kits were too, as they always seemed less forceful when she laid in front of the grate and enjoyed the blaze. Maybe that would be her children's first memory: just them, the fire, and their mother, whose love for them (like the embers in the grate) would be never-ending.

Congrats on your new kitty Loki !

[canadianhowl]

This cat has been gifted to me