[dimi.]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Archaeopteryx

Username + ID: dimi. 908977
Last accepted form: Feb 27th, 2025

Other username + ID: beeqlass 892127
Other user's last accepted form: Feb 3rd, 2025

Cat 1: Lily
Permission: Mine!
Last bred: Never bred.

Cat 2: Cove
Permission: Here
Last bred: Here

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Up to artist! Not necessary.
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: Yup

Prompt:

Twinkling stars dappled the deep blue sky, their vibrant glow seemingly the only source of guidance on this otherwise dark evening. The wind struck long blades of grass, a soft whistle echoing off the surfaces of each blade. Soon, a silver figure made her way through the field, crouched to the ground. The fur of her chest tickled against the grass, her blue eyes locked forward. She was in search of something - but what? Her nose twitched for a moment, and with a deep inhale, she was off. She had moved into the night, weaving between each tree gracefully, as though she had a map of the entire clan's territory engraved into her head.

Then, her pupils enlarged. The aroma that struck her was mesmerizing - unfamiliar, and yet it screamed elegance, which piqued the magical molly's curiosity. With a sharp breath in, and a swing of her paw forward, a blue portal opened before her, and the silver molly flung herself for, emerging upon a tree branch. She landed before an unfamiliar molly, whose yellow eyes pierced through Lily's very soul. Lily watched as the cat stumbled backwards, her back pressing against the bark of the tree behind her.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" The molly yipped. Lily stood in silence for a moment, looking the molly over. She had never scented her clan before, or any cat like her, yet she had made it this far into the clan's borders. After a moment of silence, Lily spoke, the tips of her ears heating up. The molly was beautiful - a feeling she had never felt before fluttered in her very being. "Uh.. sorry to scare you? I'm Lily. From the Heart of Decay."

"Cove.. What are you doing out here this late, I thought your clan scavenged during the day."

"I may.. or may not be adventuring." Lily grumbled, her voice laced with guilt. "Honestly, I caught your scent and it caught my interest. That sounds.. weirder out loud."

"It's fine. Just glad you're not hostile." Cove said with a smile.

A moment of silence was shared between them before Lily sat beside Cove on the branch. Their tails naturally touched one another, Lily's ears pinning back in surprise. But it was just one interaction. How could it hurt?

The two mollies danced in the moonlight, exchanging words with small smiles. That would be the first and last time Lily saw Cove.

[faelyn]

i want some kittens!
artist: Archaeopteryx.

username + id: faelyn #967122
last accepted form: click

cat 1: ilyana
permission: n/a
last bred: here

cat 2: eli
permission: n/a
last bred: here

appearance or genetics based?: genetics!
would you like apprentice references for your litter?: artist choice
items using: n/a
allow for random nr edits?: yes! <3
roll for chance at random myth edits?: ofc!
if this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a

prompt:do the drunken gods of slaughter look down on me tonight? do my veins run red with hellfire and broken bone? are my hands the hue of a bloodied sunrise?

after all, i still long for the touch of a monster.
i still long for the lilit of her voice, a songbird rasp against my ear. i still long to put the very essence of the sound in a stained glass bottle, to press it against my ear so i can savour its echo. mea vita. she would say. my life. my beloved.


perhaps the drunken gods of slaughter do look down on me tonight.
because i still long for the touch of a monster. a murderer. my mother.

“oh how i’ve missed you, mea vita.”
dried blood dusts her eyelids, the color of the red hyacinths and the iron run ragged with rust. every tethered word scalding the base of my throat, burning my mouth as if i swallowed the very essence of hellfire and the rage of gods.

but i do not need the rage of gods. i am its embodiment, its vehemence corroding away the once stolid parts of me as my knuckles turn alabaster white against the iron cage. as her gaze bores into mine, the cupids bow of her lips curled back into a sneer.

“don’t go all self-righteous on me, mea vita.” i grind my teeth, the enamel gnashing as her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, the soft tutting sound near unbearable. “i would’ve thought i raised you better than that, hm?”

do the drunken gods of slaughter look down on me tonight? do my veins run red with hellfire and broken bone? are my hands the hue of a bloodied sunrise?

because i long to kill this monster i call my mother. i want to feel the thrum of her pulse against my own. i want whatever blackened ichor that runs through her veins to spill out on this concrete slab they call a prison.

perhaps i am not better than she. i am her daughter after all.

i am the daughter of a monster. the embodiment of rage as i become consumed by it, the bars to my mother’s iron cage warping beneath my white-knuckled touch.

“you killed him.” no longer were the words broken. no longer did they remain wreathed in my chest, for now they poured from my lips, accentuated by the sound of gnashing teeth. “you killed my father.”

the drunken gods of slaughter looked down on me tonight. oh how delightful was the rage coursing through my veins. oh how i relished in it as i pressed the panes of my face against the iron bars, each word a condemnation.

“you are dead, mother… you are as good as dead.”

[feverrr]

I want some kittens!
Artist: archaeopteryx.

Username + ID: feverrr + 412872
Last accepted form: feb 02

Cat 1: borealis
Permission: mine
Last bred: here

Cat 2: arwyn
Permission: mine
Last bred: never

Appearance or genetics based?: up to you king
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: no thank u
Items using: none

Allow for random NR edits?: hell ya
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes please
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a

Prompt: i do not have time to write out a proper prompt rn so i shall ramble briefly instead! <3

i've been meaning to put more energy in developing some of the og aspects of my lore that are in need of a revamp, and one of those things was these sorta 'portals' that a yet-to-be-made deity can create. borealis is a deity with domain over wandering and things from "the beyond", and arwyn is a silly little guy who wanders through the major forested region in the south-western area of the barrens. the lil fairies that follow arwyn around appeared through one of those portals, and i think it would be funny to continue to torment him with little friends who appear randomly from the beyond. picture this: 1-4 little kittens appear in front of him one day. he's like Oh God Not Again. and then i get to draw cute art of them following him around on his little journeys through the woods <3 are you sold yet /silly <3 i thought it would be cute to pair him with borealis for this because of his domain over Weird Happenings and that sort of thing. maybe he takes a particular liking to arwyn (his token comedic relief mortal) and watches over him and his little freak children :)

[ivyy.]

I want some kittens!
Artist: archaeopteryx.

Username + ID: ivyy. 998449
Last accepted form: xXx

Cat 1: rapidstream
Permission: mine <3
Last bred: never bred

Cat 2: swiftlake
Permission: mine <3
Last bred: never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics !!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: nope !!
Items using: n/a <3

Allow for random NR edits?: yes !!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes !!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a, just me !! <3

Prompt: Twilight blinked into view overhead, shadowing the sandy forest in a beautiful, misty haze that any cat could easily get absorbed in. Eyes shining with excitement and nervosity, Swiftlake wandered closer to the meeting spot her and her mate had begun to call their own. Although the pair of she-cats were aligned with OceanClan, they had been finding it hard to sneak away among the bustling clan. It had only been growing since all those moons ago when Tansystar had welcomed Swiftlake as one of their own, even with the recent exile casting away the most recent traitor. In the fog of work and fear and war, Swiftlake only wanted a moment to be off in peace with her dearest, even though it seemed like a wish much too heavy on her shoulders.

The path felt familiar under her paws as it curved away from the sandy, dusty trail cutting jaggedly through the forest and into the thickets where their clearing awaited. Poppies sprouted among the greenery, adding bright splotches of color against the blooming greenery, offering some sort of elegant guidance towards Swiftlake's ultimate destination. Funny enough, they were Rapidstream's favorite. Ducking, barely breaking stride, Swiftlake snatched several colorful stems, their tips decorated with dancing petals of all different colors. With the several flowers bunched carefully in her jaws, the ragged silver tabby continued on.

A cheerful chirp disrupted her train of thought, causing her to prick her ears and twist her head. "Evening, my love." A soft, warm purr reached her ears and a black striped face poked it's head out of the undergrowth, several twigs littered within her cheek fur. Soft blinks and gentle cheek rubs was their form of greeting before continuing their trekk together, only a few fox-lengths away now, the pathway widening to greet them.

A split amongst the trees and dewey softness to the grass was music to Swiftlake's ears, even more so to be sharing it with her beloved mate. Setting the bundle of flowers down, they settled on their backs, side by side with tails entertwined lovingly, looking up at the sky and stargazing, the wreathing scent of poppies and fresh grass whisking them away as they discussed their future. Beyond the war, beyond the betrayl, beyond clan affairs. Their future, together. And how, one day, they'd raisee a small family of their own, one they could keep safe and teach the morals that carried them both into each other's lives.

[Rathalos]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Archaeopteryx.

Username + ID: Rathalos #1008448
Last accepted form: x [Approval.]

Cat 1: Wildfire
Permission: Mine.
Last bred: N/A

Cat 2: Carrionfang
Permission: Mine.
Last bred: N/A

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: N/A
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: yep!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: YEAS
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A

Prompt: 2. Write/draw about the parent(s) discussing / thinking about their future kittens. [2nd Person POV with Wildfire as the protagonist! [362 words]



"Do you think this is a good idea?" You look up at your companion from where you're lying down with a worried gaze, his face is impassible and his silver eyes are hard to read but his tail is swishing and his whiskers are twitching. All points to his good humor. "...I don't see myself as a good parent, and the clan is in such a tight spot right now-" You start to ramble, your characteristic nervousness making itself known once again, and you paw at the ground to try channel some of that anxiousness out.

He tumbles down beside you, and you let out a breathless oof at his weight at your side, pelts intertwining, he is purring loudly, to the point where you can feel it yourself due to the way you two are pressed together, he twines both of your tails together and grabs your paw to stop you from digging a hole on the ground, you instinctively tense whenever he is near but you promptly calm down once again, his purring soothing your anxiousness.

"It'll be fine I promise," he says with that gravely voice of his while bonking his head against yours, you let out a chuckle and press back against him. "I'll have a talk with the big boss, and for the record I think you'd make a great parent, after all you're dealing with me everyday and that isn't easy." He mocks bites the air near your face while giving you a fiendish grin. "I think we would be great at it, any kid would be HONORED to have us as their parents." He says with his usual bravado.

You sigh at his theatrics, but think on it more, a kid with his eyes and your pelt, a little bundle of fur to care for, you wonder how they would end up looking more, maybe a rambuctious kit with Carrion's personality, or a shy quiet kit with yours and Carrion's coloring, but with him at your side, the future doesn't seem too bleak.

You sigh again but smile, anxiousness quelled a bit and start purring at him. "Well, at least I hope they'll be happy."

[DachasaurusZen]

I want some kittens!
Artist: archaeopteryx.

Username + ID: DachasaurusZen
Last accepted form: Here

Cat 1: Afternoon's Gentle Storm
Permission: Me 👍
Last bred: N/A

Cat 2: Hana
Permission: N/A
Last bred: N/A

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: No
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A

Prompt: (I forgot to finish this yesterday so have an unfinished prompt ✨️) Afternoon's Gentle Storm slowly trotted away from camp, a slight breeze pushing against her lightly. A bird fluttered overhead as she reached the Oasis and laid in the sandy earth next to the water. Storm glanced at her round belly, and then stared into the water.
Her kits would arrive in less than a moon, and she could not stop thinking about them. Or it. Maybe it was one; two, three, four kits. She didn't know yet. But Afternoon's Gentle Storm would, and she would love all of them with her whole heart.

[WinglessSeraph]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Archaeopteryx.

Username + ID: WinglessSeraph + 754450
Last accepted form: February 5th, 2025

Cat 1: Chamomiledew
Permission: Owned by self
Last bred: Never bred

Cat 2: Redshadow
Permission: Owned by self
Last bred: Never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: Artist choice
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: No
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes

Prompt:
Prompt 1

The afternoon sun warmed Chamomiledew's fur as she padded through the territory, leaves crunching beneath her paws. She sighed with fatigue as her heavy stomach swayed with every step. The queen was excited to become a mother, but the journey to motherhood was exhausting, especially with the whispers and rumors circulating in her faction, questioning her mate's loyalty.

"Chamomile."

A stern voice called out to the cream-colored she-cat, and she turned her attention to the voice, finding Redshadow a tail-length away. His dark fur contrasted sharply with the bright foliage, and his fiery red gaze pierced through the shadows. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he meowed as he joined her side, and they began to walk together through the forest.

"Well, Dewfeather should learn to hold her tongue," Chamomiledew muttered as their pawsteps fell in sync.

"I'll have Vinestep talk to her," Redshadow replied, flicking his tail against her flank. "But come find me if it happens again; I'll handle it personally if there's a next time." Chamomiledew felt her muscles relax as she turned her gaze to the dark tom, noting the small scars and gray hairs that marked his history.

Sometimes, she wondered if the rumors were true– that his heart might lie elsewhere and that she was merely a cover to prove his loyalty to the faction. But when his gentle gaze met hers, Chamomiledew could see the love and care he held for her, a bond that ran deep. Redshadow nuzzled her affectionately, letting out a quiet purr from his chest.

“Let's just sit here for a while,” she murmured, closing her eyes and leaning into her mate. The tom chuckled softly, curling his tail around the queen. “Okay, just for a little while,” he replied, resting his head against Chamomiledew as they listened to the songs of the forest under the warm sun.

[309 words]

[Catolotl]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Archaeopteryx.

Username + ID: Catolotl + 1035948
Last accepted form: n/a!

Cat 1: Figbreeze!
Permission: self-owned
Last bred: Never <3

Cat 2: Bluebellsplash!
Permission: self-owned
Last bred: Never <3

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics please !! <3
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: up to artist
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: yes!!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes!!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A

Prompt:

It was a warm spring evening, the kind of evening Bluebell would usually spend covered in mud and hiding in the pond pretending to be a lake monster for his own amusement. There was, frankly, nothing that he’d rather be doing right at this moment. Instead, he had spent the better part of the day scavenging for duck eggs for Figbreeze.

Figbreeze was his best friend in the whole world. She always laughed at his jokes, even when no one else did. When his burrow collapsed while he was practicing backflips on it, she let him stay in hers all winter, even though it was already too small. She was always there for him, and he tried his darndest to do the same for her. And, yeah, maybe he liked her. A lot. He was cat enough to admit his feelings. Though, not to Fig’s face. He wasn’t sure at all if those feelings were reciprocated. Sure, they cuddled a lot, but those were friendship cuddles. When they moved in together it was as friends. They were best friends, so they did friendship things like that. And he wasn’t about to risk their seasons-long friendship on the off-chance that she liked him back.

Fig hadn’t been feeling well recently, which is why he was trading an afternoon of mud-wading to get trampled by a swarm of ducks, all in order to bring her favorite snack. Besides, playing lake monster wasn’t nearly as fun without Fig there counting how long he could hold his breath.

When he returned to camp, three speckled eggs shoved in his mouth like a dog hogging tennis balls, Bluebellsplash spotted the medcat Larchfreckle talking with Fig outside of her burrow. Well, Fig and Bluebell’s burrow. They were burrow-mates, after all. Figbreeze lit up when she saw Bluebell, purring, ”Hey, Blue!”

”Hey, Figs! And, Larchy, buddy, long time no see!” Bluebell chirped, gently placing the eggs on the ground. Larchfreckle rolled his eyes at the nickname, but Fig giggled, and that was all that mattered. ”What brings you here?”

”Can’t tell you. Doctor/Patient confidentiality,” The bicolored medcat deadpanned, and Bluebell would’ve believed him if Fig didn’t kick him in the shin. ”Ow!”

”Oh sorry! Didn’t mean to hit ya that hard, I mean—sorry sorry!” she squeaked, though Bluebell was guffawing and even Larchfreckle broke a smile. She cleared her throat, shaking away her embarrassment. ”Bluebell can hear. I mean, you haven’t even told me yet, so.”

Larchfreckle seemed to consider this for a moment, squinting his eyes at the grinning blue tom for a beat before looking back to his patient. ”Mm, well. I’m not entirely sure about my diagnosis, so I’d feel better telling you in private, Fig. I promise you it’s nothing to worry about, though, so I’ll return soon to— those eggs aren’t for Fig, are they?!”

“They sure are,” Bluebell purred, and Fig gasped in delight, reaching for them. Larchfreckle blocked her paw. ”Yo Larchy, what gives?”

”For the last time, Fig,” Larchfreckle sighed in exasperation. ”You are ALLERGIC!”

“Yeah, yeah. You say allergy, I say spicy! C’mon, Larchfreckle, please?”

”No. I cannot in good conscience let you eat those.”

”Aww! But Blueb went through such trouble to get them to me… and I’m hungry…” She blinked up at Larchfreckle with big eyes that would make anyone else give in. But ‘Larchy’ did not budge.
”No.”

Fig pouted, ”Why not?”

Larchfreckle hesitated, shaking his head. ”Your diagnosis, Fig.”

Bluebell stepped forwards, worry crossing his face. ”I thought you said it wasn’t serious.”

”It’s not, but any shock to the system could be dangerous. I have to confiscate these, I’m sorry.”

Fig began to protest, but Bluebell cut her off. ”We understand, Larchy. Fig’s health is the most important.”

Fig sighed dramatically, clearly still annoyed her puppy-dog gambit didn’t work, but her hackles lowered at Bluebell’s words. “I’m sorry Bluebs. I know it must’ve been real difficult to get them. I appreciate you so much, you’re a great boyfriend.”

Bluebell blinked. ”…Boyfriend?”

Figbreeze flushed, hackles raising, scrambling to backtrack. ”O-Oh, I thought, I mean—I know we haven’t t-talked about it, but, well, I thought—“

”I’m… your boyfriend.” Bluebell said slowly, staring dumbly at Figbreeze for a hot minute. The two cats (oh and Larchfreckle — xe stood there forgotten and HORRIFIED at this turn of events) they just looked at each other in silence, the gears visibly whirring in Bluebell’s mind. Suddenly something clicked, and he lit up like a firecracker. ”Fig, you— you like me?! Fig, I like you!”

Fig gave a small huff, taken by surprise and VERY relieved. ”Yeah, I figured that, Blue.” She laughed lightly.

”You mean we’ve been dating this whole time?”

”Well not like, the whole time, but… you gave me a bouquet of white sand verbena after a month of friendship, remember? That’s literally a mate-ship proposal.”

Larchfreckle gave some sort of inward scoff-gasp that shocked him out of his second-hand embarrassment stupor. ”You did what?!”

”Well, yeah, I couldn’t find any fig flowers.”

Those don’t exist, the other two said in unison; Fig kindly and Larchfreckle the opposite.

”Well, Blue, remember how I then said I wasn’t ready to settle down or anything anytime soon, I’d like to court first? And you were like, ‘yeah me too?’”

”Yeah, you got all flustered, which I thought was funny ‘cause you were the one who brought up courtsh—wait you were talking about US?!”

Fig nodded, flushing again as she glanced away from a flabbergasted Bluebellsplash. ”I mean, I thought we were dating, but if you don’t wanna—“

”No, no! I want to! Unless, you don’t, then of course…”

The two of them stood in silence, ears flicking back, uncertain.

After a beat, Larchfreckle shook his head incredulously. ”You’re both idiots.”

[Kazin]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Archaeopteryx.

Username + ID: Kazin 3262
Last accepted form: here

Cat 1: Princess
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: here

Cat 2: Hemlockstar
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: here

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics preferred but either is fine!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: artist choice!
Items using: none

Allow for random NR edits?: absolutely!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: absolutely!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A

Prompt: i. Describe the parents'* relationship. This can be any specific aspect or interaction, or a summary of their relationship as a whole.

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"They're growing up."

Princess's words fell onto the quiet evening air almost heavily. Hemlockstar couldn't even think of how he'd respond to the statement, let alone process them. Instead, the leader pushed himself against his mate's fur, letting the soft sounds of their kits playing wash over him.

It was true. Angel, Boots, and Hazel... they weren't kits anymore. They were almost warriors, full members of a clan that at first wanted nothing to do with them, though the kits didn't know that. Hemlockstar made sure of that. Instead, it was Hemlockstar that took the brunt of the clan's disgruntled comments. It was enough to almost ask Princess if he could live with her... almost. Yet, there were those in the clan that wanted to see Hemlockstar happy, knowing that these kits would help the clan, not harm it. When everything felt unbearable, Hemlockstar realized he had support.

While he reminisced, it was then that Princess blindsided him. She didn't even look at him, just stared straight ahead, at their grown kits. "I'm going to live with the clan full time." If she wasn't right next to him, Hemlockstar would have thought he dreamed that moment. As it was, he couldn't do anything but step back, turn and face Princess, and stare, unable to ask her if she really just said that.

"I'm serious," Princess said, laughing lightly at Hemlockstar's befuddlement. "I love you too much to be apart from you anymore. I'll still visit my Twolegs, of course, because I love them, too, but... the forest has been my home, as much as I thought it wasn't going to be. I want to experience the clan full time."

Emotions, every emotion possible, crossed Hemlockstar's mind. Nostalgia for when he first met Princess, sunbathing in her garden. A deep love for her, unwavering. Guilt, that she would leave her home for him. But above it all, elation - that he could spend every night with her, instead of being apart. "Are you sure?" Hemlockstar finally choked out, blinking, his mind buzzing.

Princess smiled, intertwining her tail with his. "I'm positive," she said firmly, brushing her cheek against his. "There is nothing I've been more sure of. Well, except that I love our kits," she laughed, watching Boots splash in a mud puddle, spraying both his sisters with dark mud as they indignantly started chasing him around, much to his delight. "I want... to grow our family, and be there for them at all times, and I feel like that can only happen when I finally accept that I'm meant to join TreeClan and be beside you."

Hemlockstar smiled back at Princess, his heart soaring. "I love you, you know," he said simply, butting his head against hers, looking down at the grass.

"And I love you too. Forever and always." Princess knew that she would do anything for Hemlockstar, and Hemlockstar had always felt the same.

[lacke]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Archaeopteryx.

Username + ID: lacke + 226850
Last accepted form: N/A!

Cat 1: Lily!
Permission: Me!
Last bred: N/A!

Cat 2: Sorrel!
Permission: Me!
Last bred: N/A!

Appearance or genetics based?: Artists choice <3
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: No
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes, please!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes, please!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A!

Prompt:

Sorrel and Lily's relationship is a delicate balance of fire and calm, a dance between contrasting yet complementary souls. Sorrel, with his bold personality and warm eyes is the spark - quick to speak his mind, fiercely protective, and is always the first to take a step forward. Lily, on the other paw, is the quiet anchor - thoughtful, serene and observant, her green gaze often lingering on Sorrel with a soft patience that speaks louder than words.

Their bond is built on an unspoken understanding. Sorrel brings the laughter and excitement, dragging Lily along on spontaneous adventures, while Lily is the gentle reminder to slow down, to breathe and to thin. Its a rhythm theyve settled into over time, learning each others quirks and finding comfort in their differences. Sorrel knows exactly how to coax a rare chuckle from Lily, while Lily has mastered the art of grounding Sorrel when his enthusiasm burns too brightly.

Despite their contrasts, theres an undeniable harmony in their partnership. They lean into one anothers strengths - Sorrel standing as tall as a shield, and Lily weaving a quiet strength through every interaction. Their affection is rarely loud - its in the way Lilys tail brushes against Sorrels side as they walk, or how Sorrel always checks that Lily is close by, even in a crowd.

Now, as they prepare to welcome kittens into their lives, this balance becomes even more evident. Sorrel dreams out loud of the kits futures, imagining bold warriors or clever healers, while Lily listens with a soft smile, already thinking of the quiet lessions she'll teach their little ones. They are two halves of a whole.