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Snowball -- small, white, missing an eye. andy found her abandoned and tiny and slowly nursed her back to health. one of her personal favorites. loud meower. incredibly cuddly.

Socks -- one of andy’s absolute favorite cats. a real mischief maker, but sweet as anything. unique eyes that she saw peering out from the streets -- and she had to take him in. he’s a huge snuggler.

Cali -- can be very shy unless she likes who she’s around, used to be much more skittish, practically raised by Andy and Willow.

Princess -- now owned by Gerard. the sweetest kitten with the fiercest personality. thinks she’s a lot bigger than she is. loves to snuggle, requires a lot of attention, but gives it in spades.

Willow -- the mother of all the cats (pictured here with young Princess). extremely protective. regal as anything.

Butterfly -- Willow’s sweet kitten. likes to chase after butterflies. the sweetest, the purest, the most kind.

Colonel Meow - belongs to Romulus. a very prissy, fussy cat, but very sweet. hypoallergenic, does not shed, but is very curious. doesn’t like getting dirty.

River -- belongs to Aetius. the kindest cat in the world -- can always sense when you’re sad. was hard for Andy to let go of -- but she knew Aetius woud love and care for Rivs. she actually enjoys swimming and baths.

Dragon -- belongs to Laelia. ridiculously curious, loves to play. looks like fire and has a personality to match. loves to chase Butterfly around.

Duke -- little regal babe. really enjoys long walks and cuddles. likes people more than other cats.

Fred -- too big for his own good. doesn’t like anyone (except Graham). very, very grumpy. pictured here with his younger brother, Ron.

Jinx -- rarely seen, likes to hide in things, andy once didn’t see him for a good week and a half -- turns out he was under her bed the whole time. 

Sir Lancelot -- she calls him Sir Fat Cat. always eating. always a good time. very protective.

Boo -- very skittish, very shy, doesn’t usually like people at all. very rarely gets attatched to people. likes shiny things. occassionally will go down by the docks and looks out at the water, but if seen, runs away.

Lucky -- small. loud. very talkative. likes to be brushed. was rescued from a near fatal accident -- hence the name. always getting into trouble.

Jewel -- very sleepy, loves to just laze around, sunbathes a lot. enjoys running through the town and then sleeping for a few days.

Mr. Cuddles -- owned by Victoria. pictured here with his sister Rose. always down for a soft, sweet cuddle. very nuzzly and affectionate. very sweet. not a mean bone in his body. 

Being afraid of your own mind is a terrible thing. Waking up every morning and being unsure what the day would bring.

Everyone feels that way -- right?

They’re unsure if today is the day that the monster inside of them that they keep so close to the surface is going to escape?

It’s hard to be the person that everyone thinks I am. It’s hard to be the person that brings joy to people.

I know that I’m a good person -- but there are days I just want to destroy.

❝   s’okay, andy.  ❞ dean said with a smile. fingertips gripped at a cotton shirt before pulling is over his head.  ❝   you can look now. i’m completely covered.  ❞

“okay.” she looked back at him, laughing a bit, biting at her lip, her face still fire-y. “i promise to knock next time, i swear.”

Greyson halted, foot in midair and a small feline perched under it. “ Oh shit, ” he huffed, taking a step back and swooping down to pick the kitten up. He held it up in front of him, smiling at it fondly. “ Do you’ve any idea how BAD that almost ended ? ” He looked up when he heard fast footsteps approaching and a voice calling out an apology. He recognized her easily, but he couldn’t seem to place her name. He only knew her as THE CAT LADY, a name Celeste referred to her as once, he believed. “ This little guy follow you all the way here, or do you just attract them wherever you go ? ”

“Oh, no, this is Boo, he followed me. But I have attracted a few more today -- which means Kris isn’t going to be too happy. But I just can’t help it.” She reached to stroke the cat in his arms. “He’s still learning about life -- I tried to get him to stay home, but since his mother came, he had to, too.” She leaned in to kiss the kitten’s nose. “I just have an affinity for cats, I suppose.”

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MIRTH TUGGED AT THE CORNERS of Rachel’s lips, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes as she sat nearly nose-to-nose with her fellow Red. A loaded paintbrush balanced betwixt colorful and sure fingers was poised merely a breaths’ width from Andy’s cheek, her elbow resting against the tabletop to steady her hand. She was nearly finished with her task, a controlled flick of the wrist leaving a darkly painted line in her wake and bringing her that much closer to completely her masterpiece.

                                         ″ I’m almost done… ″ The words came out in only a murmured breath, careful not to move too much in the fear of smudging still-drying paint.

Rachel had been glad, eager even, to lend a hand at one of the carnival’s face painting booths. She wouldn’t say she was an EXPERT, but she certainly knew her way around paints—though she was learning quite quickly that painting on skin required much more patience and skill than more level surfaces. ( She found it brought her thoughts to the more permanent body art of another particular Red she knew, and she made a mental note to express her curiosities the next time she spoke to him. )

Throughout the day, she found herself painting more fanciful things on the faces of eager children, as was to be expected from such an occupation; she couldn’t complain, of course, as seeing their awed expressions and giddy smiles simply made it worth while. However, there was something as equally gleeful in painting the faces of her fellow adults, and she was more than happy to paint Andy’s friendly and familiar face. Now she was nearly done, putting the final touches on the whiskers of the feline mask before sitting back and giving the other a grin of satisfaction.

                  ″ You look paw-sitively purr-fect, m’dear. ″

Andy sat there, practically squirming in her seat, so ridiculously excited to get to finally see her face, trying not to smile so wide. “I’m so excited, Rachel, you have no idea. Do you think my cats will see me and be confused?” She giggled breathlessly, tugging at her clothes a bit in anticipation, her face breaking into a wide grin when she was finally done. 

“Ah! Thank you so much, sunshine!” She kissed her nose gently, wiggling a bit, picking up her cat that was beside her. “See Snowball? I’m really your mommy now.” She grinned, the cat looking utterly confused, her one good eye squinting at the Red. “I’m just so pleased. This is truly the greatest day ever.” She plopped Snowball in Rachel’s lap before taking hold of the mirror, examining her face. “I could never do something this intricate! You really have a knack for this! Can you paint me more often?” She asked, grinning (but not too widely as to crack the paint). “I want to stay like this forever.”

Sabina felt a gentle tugging at the hem of the dress and had slowly lowered to a crouch before she even registered the emphatic apologies coming from the unfamiliar party guest. From her lowered position, she merely laughed as she scratched behind one of the kitten’s ears with one hand and and rubbed down the back of another. “No, please, don’t apologize!” she added with a shake of her head. “Do they all belong with you?”

“They do.” She laughed out, joining her on the ground, petting at their heads. “Muffin seems to really like you! And that one’s Socks -- see his little feet? I know it’s cliche but...” The words bubbled out of her -- it wasn’t often she had someone new to talk to about her fluffy friends. “Socks is one of my favorites. But don’t tell the others.”

With his body alert, his eyes scanning the crowds constantly, Claudius made sure that no one got close enough to the Prince. What surprised Claud, however, was not any sort of threat, but a stray cat that had approached him her tail touching his shin. Before he knew it, a few more joined their friend, clearly interested in Claud. He smiled ever so slightly at the occurrence and was ready to move on, when he saw a woman rushing to his direction. Judging by her flaming cheeks, she was a Red. “That’s alright, please, don’t apologize.” Claud reassured her, glancing between her and the cats. “I wasn’t aware cats found me interesting. I’m flattered.” he dared to joke, letting out a laugh. “Will there be any more joining the party?”

“They seem to be very interested.” She quipped back, hoping he wouldn’t mind. “They’ve finally found a worthwhile suitor it seems. That’s Cali, right there. Oh, and that’s Lucky, and that one, right there. That’s Jewel!” She was desperately mewing at him. “She wants attention -- that’s not a rare occurrence, though. You can pick her up if you want.” She shrugged, laughing softly. “And there’s quite a few more -- who knows where they are but -- I have many more.” At that, one of her other cats came over and she laughed out. “It’s like they can understand me.”

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He wasn’t one to melt. The metaphor was quite ridiculous when applied to him, because he didn’t do such a thing. Of course sometimes his heart softened or his masked demeanor wore down, but that was all dependent on the situation at hand. If there was anybody believing he melted at anything heartwarming, they were the fool at the end of the day for underestimating how he felt toward anything really.

But when he felt the pressure of a small body against his leg, once he bent down to reach his hand out ( after a proper jerking back and a rapid increase of his heartbeat ) and felt the fluff of fur and the rumbled purring —- well, he felt like he was melting right then.

Now, sitting on a bench and stroking the cat’s fur, he tried to imagine how it appeared. The color of the fur was lost – he knew better than to dwell on what color was correct – but his hand run up the tail and down the legs, gauging how well-fed the cat was and what breed it could possibly be. 

“Aren’t you handsome,” he murmured, smile widening as the cat bumped its head against his head for the third time that night, trying to direct Kieran in rubbing a specific spot. If this was the rest of the night ( which it couldn’t be, for he had to pick up Gerard and Caius, but if it was —  ), Kieran would be wholeheartedly content.

She approached the silver man, watching as he stroked the cat. “That’s Duke.” She spoke, sitting down next to him, but not too close, a grin on her lips. “I named him that because I felt like he had to have a regal name -- seeing as how he looks like he’s wearing a little tuxedo. He’s super smart too. He seems to have taken a liking to you.” She could hear the cat’s content purring and it made her heart swell. “He’s usually such a grumpy little fellow.”