HermitcatsAU

Hermitcraft but they are cats That's it. That's the plot.

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This blog is for my passion project AU for the Minecraft SMP Hermitcraft, based on past seasons and not up to date

Writing will mostly be drabbles, and short story type works

Future artwork probable

Character Sheets Coming Soon

main blog: @lyssadoo

Pink Parrots 🦜

pt 1 pt 2

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I didn't mean to drop of the face of the planet, just been super busy... I've missed all of Hermit a Day May TT

Enjoy this buttugly picture of Skizz and Impulse I've been working on TT

I'm working on the next part of Pink Parrots and another mystery oneshot if you want to watch for those

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Pink Parrots 🦜 pt 2

Rated G like very chill, no romance

Not beta read criticism welcome

Following the sound of Grian’s muttering trailing through the late afternoon air, the cats arrived at Empire Cafe faster than expected. Grian was the first to see Empire’s yellowbrick storefront with her crystal-clean picture windows and entrance doors. An old wooden sign painted in black and blue read: Empire Games and Cat Cafe.

For MCC, aka Monthly Cafe Championships, Scott left the cat door open so they could come and go as they pleased. Cats otherwise entered through either the ajar cattery window or begged at the rear entrance where Scott’s person, Nix or Nox depending on the day, would cave and let them in.

Impulse slipped under the fence behind a bush, into the catio, and through the cat door, followed by Grian, Skizz, and finally Tango. Boisterous voices crashed over him from where he knew the cafe regulars held their own version of MCC. Knowing they were running late, he and the other hermits scrambled down to the basement for the opening ceremony.

“Welcome in everybody-”

“-should have seen the look on her face!.”

“-was trying to practice the parkour section but-”

“Only if I die.”

The noise was different in the basement, an ultrasonic cacophony humans couldn’t hear. Loud, but in a way that was familiar and comfortable. Cats mingled in a mass of pelt patterns, tails, ears, and paws. Some stationary, others stretching or bounding into other’s space. Impulse nearly got mowed over straight away with nothing but a called apology to show for it. He caught sight of Etho, who was given a respectful berth in the crowd, like an iceberg floating unbothered in the ocean.

“Etho!” Tango called.

The Norwegian giant’s ear flicked in their direction moments before his head turned, mellow gaze catching Tango. Exposed by his shift in position stood False, sharp blue eyes finding the other hermits as well. Impulse waited while the two pale colored cats approached.

“About time,” Etho said. “What took you so long?”

“Etho, have you seen Scar?” Grian asked.

“He’s over by the red armchair with his team,” False said.

With no parting comments, Grian split from the group, tail high to split the crowd faster.

“I wouldn’t want to be Scar right now,” Impulse remarked.

Before the conversation took off, a striking brown bengal skidded into place next to False with the rest of her team. False remained unphased but Skizz and Impulse startled.

“What’s up guys?” the bengal asked. “Guys, we’re starting four minutes ago, isn’t that crazy?”

“Oh, hey, Jojo,” Etho said.

“I was about to come find you,” False said, herding her team away from the bottom of the basement stairs. “You know the dollhouse that’s supposed to be our team base? The red team have taken it over-”

Impulse opened his mouth to address Etho once the bustle had begun to die down but before he could make a noise, a loud voice floated over the crowd to announce the opening of MCC. This month’s announcer was a patchy calico Impulse didn’t recognise sitting primly atop a walnut bookshelf on the far side of the room.

“Welcome to MCC: Snowdown.”

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Etho thing | photos from google

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False thing | pictures from google

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Scott thing | photos from google

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Pink Parrots pt 1 🦜

E for Everyone, no romance

not beta read, criticism and review welcome

"Tango!" Impulse yowled. "It's MCC! We're going to be late!"

Impulse, perched on a tall wooden fence, watched the junkyard anxiously for a flash of bright orange fur to signify life. He’d been sitting for at least five minutes now, and his annoyance was beginning to show in the form of a twitching black tail. Tango was busy somewhere in the mass of scrap, running late. Impulse assumed he dug up some shiny bolts he’d found for his collection, lost track of time and now Impulse was late by association. Impulse did not like being late.

"I know!" Tango shot out from the piles of twisted scrap metal and clawed his way up beside his friend. "Where's Skizz?"

"He's meeting us at The Jungle,” Impulse said.

The two friends left the fence and followed the roadside to an intersection. Rush hour hadn't hit yet, so cars were scarce but no less dangerous. Impulse crouched and eyed the traffic lanes, looking like a scorch mark against the pale sidewalk.

"On three-" Impulse said.

"Clear!" Tango called, and bolted across the street.

Impulse scrambled after him, "Tango! Tango, the safety code!"

"The road's empty! Come on!"

Visitors might think it peculiar that two stray cats would follow a crosswalk, but Felton natives wouldn't blink an eye. Cats in Felton behaved differently than they ought. Some claimed they were more civilized than the townsfolk.

Impulse and Tango darted past an unassuming car in a parking lot to the greenhouse behind Floe's Floral, otherwise known affectionately as "The Jungle". Skizz lounged in the sun next to a garden hose, creamy fur practically glowing. Tango circled around and attempted to shove Skizz upright, which was futile effort because of their size difference. He looked like a fire ant pushing a marshmallow. Impulse would have laughed if he wasn’t stressed about their tardiness. 

“Come on, Skizz!” Tango said.

“If we hurry we’ll be almost not-late,” Impulse urged. 

Impulse started batting at Skizz’s gray, Dorito-looking ears and accidentally smacked his buddy in the face. Serves him right for napping before their carefully scheduled commute.

“Alright! Geez!” Skizz gave a shake and yawn as he scrambled up. “I got the message! Keep your fur on.”

All three startled when Grian poked his sandy head around the corner, gaze quizzical. Grian's morning walk was usually punctuated by a casual chat with Skizz near The Jungle. He hadn't expected to find two extra troublemakers today.

Grian sniffed curiously, “Where’s the fire?”

“We’re going to watch MCC. I thought you and Scar were already there, since he’s participating?” Impulse said. 

Grian gave a temperamental frown and ear flick, “Scar didn’t say he was playing. Are you sure?”

Tango and Impulse exchanged a doomed glance. Grian and Scar were thick as thieves. If Scar hadn't told Grian about MCC, then they had just spilled his metaphorical guts on the pavement. Hopefully Scar was not in the mood for revenge today.

“I can’t believe him!” Grian cried. “Actually, I can. This is exactly like him. His back has been giving him trouble for ages; he’s supposed to be resting!”

“G-,” Skizz started uncertainly. 

All the hermits knew that Scar barely tolerated Grian's occasional mother henning. Xisuma had needed to mediate for them briefly, and all parties reached a private resolution. Even though the matter was settled, no hermit was eager to reinstate old conflict.

“Obviously, he didn’t want you to talk him out of it,” Tango reasoned. 

“I shouldn’t have to talk him out of it,” Grain grumped.

Grian was difficult to read, but Impulse had known him a long time and could tell his annoyance was surface level. Grian wouldn't become overbearing until someone was visibly injured. Impulse noticed Skizz hadn't arrived at the same conclusion if his fluffed alarm meant anything so Impulse huffed out a laugh and watched his friend respond immediately, subtly relaxing into the sound. As the newest hermit, Skizz was excellent at pegging personalities but he was still learning group dynamics.

“Right. Let's go, I’m going to drag Scar's sorry tail home," Grian declared. "Luck for you I know a shortcut., otherwise you'd be late and Impulse would combust."

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Scar thing | photos from google

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"Pink Parrots🦜" short story in the works!

rated E for Everyone, no relationships, will be released in parts

no update schedule as of this time

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Tango thing | photos from google

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Skizz thing | photos from google

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A Short Excerpt From "Face Like Mine"

Work in Progress- criticism and review welcome

-> no relationships, rated E for Everyone

"X!" Grian called.

Scuffling erupted from behind a metal trash bin before Xisuma clawed his way out of one of his favorite nap sites. He fixed Grian with a tired, steady gaze.

"Hrmm?" Xisuma asked, an ear flick the only sign of mild annoyance.

Grian remained undisturbed at the state of his friend and instead maneuvered to sit at Xisuma's left, back to the trashcan, from where he could see the dirt alley and neighboring overgrown lot. Grian was on guard; bothered. Xisuma shook himself into higher awareness and scanned their surroundings, settling defensively by Grian's side.

"What's up, G?"

"I ran into a tom this morning, down by Jimmy's place: exotic looking fella; definitely from downtown, mean looking rip in his left ear. He didn't take a swipe at me but I get the feeling he would have in a heartbeat," Grian said, flicking his tail thoughtfully.

Xisuma waited while Grian talked, trying to discern if he was worried for Jimmy and the Empire cats, or if there was a deeper concern. It wouldn't be the first time a ragged stray traveled uptown. None of them had caused issues lately.

"And?" Xisuma prompted.

"Well, there's just- he smelled."

"He smelled," Xisuma deadpanned.

Grian met Xisuma's gaze cautiously and Xisuma was reminded of when Grian had confided in him before he'd gone to meet with Martyn the first time. He'd never seen Grian so anxious and small. Xisuma reminded himself to handle the situation sensitively.

"What did he smell like?" Xisuma asked carefully.

"Do you... have any siblings?" Grian replied. "Because he smelled a lot like you."

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Impulse thing | photos from google

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A Short Excerpt From "Face Like Mine"

Work in Progress- criticism and review welcome

-> no relationships, rated E for Everyone

"X!" Grian called.

Scuffling erupted from behind a metal trash bin before Xisuma clawed his way out of one of his favorite nap sites. He fixed Grian with a tired, steady gaze.

"Hrmm?" Xisuma asked, an ear flick the only sign of mild annoyance.

Grian remained undisturbed at the state of his friend and instead maneuvered to sit at Xisuma's left, back to the trashcan, from where he could see the dirt alley and neighboring overgrown lot. Grian was on guard; bothered. Xisuma shook himself into higher awareness and scanned their surroundings, settling defensively by Grian's side.

"What's up, G?"

"I ran into a tom this morning, down by Jimmy's place: exotic looking fella; definitely from downtown, mean looking rip in his left ear. He didn't take a swipe at me but I get the feeling he would have in a heartbeat," Grian said, flicking his tail thoughtfully.

Xisuma waited while Grian talked, trying to discern if he was worried for Jimmy and the Empire cats, or if there was a deeper concern. It wouldn't be the first time a ragged stray traveled uptown. None of them had caused issues lately.

"And?" Xisuma prompted.

"Well, there's just- he smelled."

"He smelled," Xisuma deadpanned.

Grian met Xisuma's gaze cautiously and Xisuma was reminded of when Grian had confided in him before he'd gone to meet with Martyn the first time. He'd never seen Grian so anxious and small. Xisuma reminded himself to handle the situation sensitively.

"What did he smell like?" Xisuma asked carefully.

"Do you... have any siblings?" Grian replied. "Because he smelled a lot like you."

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Grian thing | Photos from Google

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Xisuma thing | photos from google