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Username: IBiteBack
Name: Abigota
Gender: Male
Cat's name & why: Ferdinand
When Abigota was a young boy he lived on a farm full of animals; bulls, horses, cows, sheep, barn cats, dogs, etc. and every night he would settle beneath his bed covers and listen to his mother as she read the story of Ferdinand the Bull. Ferdinand, though being the biggest, fastest, and strongest of all of the bulls liked to sit and smell the flowers beneath his favorite tree. It was Abigota's favorite story, to the point where he would watch the young bulls and search for his very own Ferdinand, but he could never find one that wanted to sit away from the rough housing others and sniff flowers. After months of watching for a calf that wouldn't choose fighting over peace, Abigota began to lose hope. He moved into the barn to sit among the hay and watch the barn cat's new kittens play around since that was usually a sight that made him feel better. There were four kittens; a small calico girl that was the runt of the litter, a black kitten that was the second born and loved fighting with his siblings more than anything, a black and white girl that preferred grooming over tussling, and finally the firstborn that was a large orange tom. Though he was the biggest of all his siblings, the tabby kitten favored settling down in a patch of blooming flowers and watching his siblings play with each other. After three days of returning to the barn and observing this orange kit to make sure that it hadn't simply been too tired to tussle on the first or second day, Abigota decided that he had finally found his Ferdinand and brought the kitten to his house to show his mother. She was not as ecstatic about his discovery as the young Plumerian was, but since she wanted her son to be happy she allowed him to keep his new Ferdinand in the house.

As he grew older it was expected of Ferdinand by the rest of those on the barnyard to begin hunting rats and snakes, as that was what barn cats were kept around the farm for, but the tabby refused to join his siblings and his parents on their escapades of going and battling against the pests. Instead he sat among the mother of the farm house's flowerbeds, content to smell the sweet aroma that came with her various selected plant life. While everyone else thought of Ferdinand as a lazy cat with no drive to do anything, Abigota adored Ferdinand and made sure that the tom was cuddled close to him every night when he fell asleep. To this day, he still has his peaceful cat with the name of a bull, and he loves Ferdinand more than anything else in the world.


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[chamomile.]

Username: Chamomile.
Name: Sebastian.
Gender: Genderfluid.
Cat's name & why: (175/600) Sebastian named his little tabby Schrödinger, after the famous theory known as Schrödinger's cat. His theory starts with a cat, a bottle of poison, a Geiger counter (detects radioactive decay) a small amount of radioactive material, and a hammer were sealed inside a steel box. If the geiger counter detected radiation (it had about a 50/50 chance), the hammer would smash the poison, killing the cat. Schrödinger claimed that until someone opened the container and observed the system, the cat was in a state of being both alive and dead. This is known as quantum physics, which absolutely fascinates Sebastian. Sebastian has read just about every paper on the topic of quantum physics, and is obsessed with trying to understand how matter could be in two places/ states at once. Originally Schrödinger was just a funny nickname for the tabby until Sebastian picked a real name, but it stuck and became the kitten's name. As Schrödinger is fairly hard to say at times, Sebastian often refers to him as Schro (sh-row) or Roro (row-row).

[modern]

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[angelshy]

Ｃｏｒｋ ａｎｄ Ｔｅａｇａｎ

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Angelshy
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Cork "swamp, marsh"
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Male
Cat's name & why:

Cork was reeling.

Something, no, someone was out there and he had just stumbled into it.

Camping trips were never fun for him. Mostly because they always took place in the woods, which Cork really hated. He really hated the woods.

And here he was, having to endure something far, far worse. A tea party in the woods. With his little sister and her little friends. He took a fake sip of fake tea from his fake, plastic teacup. He snorted bubbles.

As his fake bubbles were sinking back into the air of reality, air that his sister didn’t seem to breathe at all, she turned towards him, “Corky, if you’re just going to ruin my tea party, then go away and leave us alone to be sophisticated and rich by ourselves, without you!”

And Cork flicked his tail with an indignant swish (trying his best to knock down as many teacups as he could manage) then headed into the trees he despised so much.

So, now here he was, staring in fright at what he had just stepped on by accident.

It was so quick. It had bolted up a tree so fast. Cork barely had any time to glimpse its feathery departing tail.

He picked his way to the bottom of the tree and tilted his head to look up, swatting away a few locks of hair that had gotten in the way of his eyes. He blew at the remaining straggler hairs that tickled his nose by the approaching light breeze that not only rustled his hair, but also the leaves. A few leaves scattered on the ground whisked towards his legs and fell around his frame.

The someone who had scurried up the tree was yowling softly.

Cork squinted steadily, “Hello? Anyone up there? Do you want help getting down?”
There was a terrified squeak that came in response.

“Hello?”
Squeak.
“Well, I can’t climb trees anyway. I was just trying to be nice.”
Squeak.
“Heyyyooo …”
Squeak.

Cork was giving up and was crunching the leaves below his paws when the someone decided it was time to scamper back down, determining that Cork was safe.

It tried a sentence in its tongue, “You. You. Need. You. Just. You. No?”
Cork looked at that someone. That someone was a kitten.
Cork looked longer. The kitten had some sort of contraption snagged on one of its hind legs.

“What? Oh, yup, that’s right. I … I just need myself right now. I wanted to be alone from those prissy little plumerians over there.” He nodded his head towards the sound of his sisters and her friends chattering over their fake tea.

The kitten was caught between nodding and shaking her tiny head.
The action she presented seemed a bit strange.

Cork tried to ignore her peculiarity and asked instead, “Is that a snare on your leg?”

This time, the kitten nodded clearly, “I’m lost and I’ve got no family. I got caught. I got stuck in this fox trap. I think it’s called a gan.”

Cork then had a sudden idea.

“Hey, you know what, I can take you in. You’ll be taken care of real good. I promise.”
He leaned down so her whiskers were brushing his muzzle, “I never break my promises. Never ever.”

The kitten leaped up on Cork in the biggest hug she could muster.

Cork gently shoved her off and as she carefully scrambled down, he was pondering on the perfect name for his new responsibility.

He thought of the tea …
He thought of the gan …

“I’ll name you Teagan!”

*pinches both of their cheeks* cx
My story is exactly 600 words and the name Teagan means "beautiful"

[Burn.]

Username; burninflames
Name; Kisham
Gender; Male
Rin;

[dinkleberg]

Username: dinkleberg
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Gender: male!!
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wip

[tigressa]

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[kayynine]

Res with Fritos

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★ U S E R N A M E :
~FrozenSky~

★ N A M E :
Noah Parker Jennings

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Cat's name & why:
XXXXXNoah didn't actually name Ellie, his sister did. He had recently turned 18 and was getting ready to go to college when Dawn and Noah found two small kittens between a bag of garbage and the wall of a building in an alleyway during quite the rainy day. Unfortunately, they immediately noticed that one of them had a severely injured leg and tail, and seemed to be hostile. Noah believes the tom earned his injuries by protecting the other, yet Dawn insists that Toby was never that brave and it was most likely a car that hurt him.
XXXXXAfter having them rescued by animal control and spending a night worrying about them both, Noah realized he couldn't bear to put them up for adoption. So he talked to his parents and after lots reasoning, weighing pros and cons, and back-and-forthing, they made some compromises to keep the kittens. His sister was ecstatic about keeping them, which made all of Noah's troubles worth it. When they went to pick up the cats, the siblings were devastated to hear that the gray kitten had to get his leg and tail amputated. But, Noah and Dawn knew that they would love him no matter the way he looked. Yet, they knew it'd be a struggle for him to adjust to it. The sister was fine, thanks to their brother as Noah assumes, and as playful as any kitten. There was a sort of silent confidence in Noah that both the felines had found a wonderful forever family.
XXXXXThe first day of having them in the house, Dawn and Noah just spent whatever minutes they could with them. He clearly remembers promising Dawn that everything would be okay after she began to compare them to the cats. Regardless, she began to worry and ask about what would happen if the kittens got split up, about who would protect the smaller, ginger kitten and vice versa. Noah immediately tried to calmed her by telling her that she would always have the cats to protect her. When Dawn replied asking who would protect him, he took back his word, and instead told her she'd have the grey one to protect her where she may go, and the orange to protect him to college and beyond. Dawn was happy to have the grey kitten stay and protect her, and that was when she came up with the idea that they would name each others' cat so they would be reminded of each other every time they'd call for them.
XXXXXNoah spent days coming up with the perfect name for the gray boy, but he finally decided that Tobias would be the best name. He believes that the name shapes the one who has it, and he wanted a strong and good name for the cat to live up to. Meanwhile, Dawn picked the name Ellie due to the fact that "she may be an average tabby, but she's still beautiful to me." Noah remembers these words clearly without any misinterpretation every time he hears the name Ellie, or simply sees the tag around the cat's neck, and it brings him joy to know he has a piece of his sister wherever his travels may take him.

Dawn and Toby both belong to Baigel
Also a big thanks to Baigel for helping me with this and letting me use her characters, I couldn't do this without you bab <3

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[Quillington]

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   Name: Drake
   Gender: Male
   Cat's name: Sabre
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Any time a loud explosion goes off in the distance, Drake gives a small shudder. The noise is too similar to the war, stimulating post-traumatic panic. After the Korean war ended, Drake found himself retiring from the United States Air Force. However, even after permanently leaving the planes he flew and the plumes he worked with, the panic always held him back. Plumerians always offered the advice of "forget what happened", but who could forget a traumatic event like that? He knew he couldn't forget, yet if he couldn't forget, the pain would stick to him just as the memory did. Finally after years it occurred to Drake that he should become stronger by what he experienced. He should embrace what happened, accept it, and continue to fight for what he believes in. Around this time a cat was given to Drake by the roommate of one of Drake's soldier friends who passed away in the war. It was a kitten of one of the cats the solider owned. The cat was swift and playful despite its age. It's green eyes held a fierce look with a friendly hint. Drake decided to name the cat Sabre after the plane he flew during the war time. The kitten became a friend and reminder of the strength and new recovery Drake has gathered.