But What if I Was His Favorite?

“ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴜʙɪɴᴇ.”

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Reader as a cat that's claimed 141 and brings them mice, rats or birds, sadly Jonny is the first victim of a dead mouse that ends up becoming all of them like this picture down here

hehehehe cat!reader adopting 141...

As a single parent of four oversized humans, you definitely had your work cut out for you in terms of feeding.

Nevermind the fact they could clearly feed themselves -- no. You wouldn't have that. If you weren't the one that fed them, you wouldn't be happy.

You started with the one they called Johnny. You weren't stupid -- you could understand basic human words and phrases. You knew all of your kits' names. It was your job as their parent.

You went out and hunted a nice, plump mouse. Big and brown, definitely healthy. It smelled amazing to the point your mouth watered carrying it back to the large box your kits resided in. Are they even kits at this point? Whatever. They are what you say they are.

Weaving through some corridors and into the nest where Johnny was sleeping, you gracefully pounced up onto the smaller nest with the mouse still in your mouth. You walked up to him, and dropped the mouse right in his open mouth.

Ignoring the fact he yelped and sounded angry or fearful or whatever that emotion was. Disgusted? Who cares. You thought he was happy. You knew he was happy, actually. You know what's best for your kits.

The others were just as easy to feed, actually. To be fair, you did feed them all within the same night. With Johnny out of the way, your workload became much less.

You decided you'd go for your oldest next. Atleast you think Price is your oldest.. you're not entirely sure. He's as old as you say he is. And judging by the way his limbs creak, you had determined he was the oldest. Maybe he should get a bird. Or a cricket. Crickets were easier to catch due to the fact it's night, so maybe Price should get that.

You had set out to hunt again, and almost immediately caught a cricket. The hopper was still alive while you were bringing him back. Slipping through the small crack into Price's nest, you repeated the same process you did with Johnny. Why do all of your kits sleep with their mouths open? Whatever. It makes your job easier.

Dropping the cricket into his mouth, you watched as Price enthusiastically sucked it in his throat in a bout of coughing. He sure had an interesting way of eating things, that was true. Before you could listen more, Price had snatched you up and set you outside his nest and closed the entrance.

How ungrateful.

Maybe he's in a sour mood. You shouldn't pay him any mind, and instead work to catch a rat for Simon. Your kits' dinners varied every night, depending on what you were in the mood to catch. But that was pretty much self explanatory judging by previous events.

You repeated the process again, and soon enough you were in Simon's nest with a large rat. He actually gave you a designated spot to set his meals. So instead of waking him up, you decided to set the rat down on the platform and began the search for Kyle's dinner.

You could catch a frog for him. Maybe he'd appreciate that, right? Too bad. You were his parent. You chose his dinners. Finding a nice green frog, you did the same exact thing you did to Price and Johnny.

You dropped it into his mouth.

Only then were you satisfied, purring on your way out the door (ignoring Kyle's protests and sputtering) and into the woods where you would hunt your own dinner. Of course you'd feed them before yourself! That's what a good parent would do.

┈┈───╼⊳⊰ 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 ⊱⊲╾───┈┈

Why not make movable wings in a sketchbook?

I thought about it and started going through all the stages of hell, how they can be done at all.

My suffering was not in vain, because now: 1. They open by pulling the thread. 2. They can be folded. 3. they are thin and do not interfere with drawing on other pages 😁

Here the inscriptions are better visible

Supposed to be Evil Jinmao AU.

Somone on twitter suggested dragon Sylus “stalks prey on all fours”

“Is everything alright?” He places a hand on your lower back, making his relationship to you obvious to this stranger. Bright red eyes find him, and a part of Zayne wonders what kind of genetic mutation causes such a thing.

“Everything is perfect, right kitten?” Zayne frowns at the familiar sounding pet name, while you bristle at it. Clearly, this is not your first interaction with this strange man.

You sigh, glancing up at Zayne with an air of weariness. He can read your irritation clear as day, but there’s something else hidden, something he’s only seen when the two of you first got together.

“This…is Sylus.” You admit. The name rings a bell, and when you nod at his silent question, he understands.

This is the man who put you in grave danger all for the sake of his own needs.

Zayne doesn’t think it through. It’s unlike him to be so spontaneous, but the anger he had felt when you told him about your experience in the N109 zone rises immediately.

His ears are ringing, and his knuckles ache. You’re quick to grab his right hand, stopping him from throwing another punch. You’re looking at him with wide, shocked eyes, though there’s a twinkling of pride in them.

“Zayne!” You gasp, checking his hand for an injury.

Sylus is still turned away, spitting some blood from his mouth. He turns back, the red mark on his cheek slowly fading. A Cheshire grin forms on his face, one that sends an odd thrill down Zayne’s spine.