Itty Bitty Bitty Cafe!

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Masterpost!

Welcome to the Purrfect Haven Bitty Cafe! a cozy, magical spot designed just for bitties and their caretakers to hang out, relax, and explore together. Whether you’re here to meet new bitties, learn about their unique needs, or just enjoy a warm cup of enchanted tea, you’re in the right place!

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Our Rooms!

The Cafe is made up of several themed rooms, each designed to suit the special nature and needs of different kinds of bitties:

Main Room: Our heart and hub, a comfy cafe space complete with a kitchen serving magical treats and plenty of seating for you and your bitties.

Pet Room: Home to your favorite furry and feathered friends! cats, dogs, birds, bunnies, and more.

Mer Room: A watery sanctuary for aquatic and semi-aquatic bitties!

Lamia Room: Cozy dens for all lamia bitties!

Aviary: A glass dome filled with trees and toys, perfect for all flighted bitties to spread their wings.

The Garden: A lush paradise where plant-based and farm/ranch bitties thrive!

Cold Room: A frosty retreat for bitties who love the chill and winter magic!

Fire Room: A fireproof area for all the fiery bitties to hang out safely!

Ruff room: Where bitties can stay and where they can roughouse! houses the bigger and rougher bitties,

Pasture: Where the biggest bitties are! Join them in the barn or out in the fields!

Nursery: Only staff are allowed in! It's where all the bitty babies are!

The Tunnels: an offshoot of the garden that bitties and staff have dug out for bitties that love to burrow or be underground or in a cave!

The Grotto: An area full of trees for the tree-loving bitties outside in the garden!

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The Menu: Here

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Our Ingredients and Farms! Our cafe’s kitchen sources magical and monster ingredients from carefully maintained farms and dungeons around the world. From the fiery embers of the Emberclaw Roost to the mysterious depths of The Chittervault, we bring you unique flavors and magical effects that make every bite special.

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Feel free to explore the rooms, meet the bitties, or ask questions about their care and the magical foods we serve! This is a safe and welcoming space for all your bitty adventures! -

Available bitties to talk to: Alastor, Amado, Edna, Lucinda, Rire, Vox, Kion, George, Emperor, Ash, Alcina, Luka, Harlem, Luna, Prism, Akita, Flicker, Prancer, Selka,

Available Staff to talk to: Peaches, Oak, Bluebird, Candy, Jeff, Cedric, Estella, Roadrunner, Dyna, Orion,

Mentioned on the blog/non-staff: Gardenia, Crow, Gide, Willow, Dream, Blot, Nill, Snow, Crash, Nightmare, Dutch, Sterling,

Available bitties to adopt:

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Candy: Hello Everyone! Sorry for the lack of posts and such~ I just wanted to swing by and give you all a quick little height chart for the members you maybe have met so far with others you may get to meet in the future!~ these are the designs ~

Blot is 4’5

Bluebird is 4’8

Snow is 4’8

Gide is 4’10

Peaches is 5’0

Candy is 5’0

Dream is 5’3

Crow is 5’3

Happy New Years!

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A single crimson scarf peeked out from the pile, soft as a cloud- and already claimed by three different bitties. They clung to it like it was the most important treasure in the world, each pulling in a different direction while squeaking indignantly at the others.

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It was the day.

The day the lost-and-found box was given to the bitties.

It only came every three months, and anticipation had been building for weeks. By the time the staff carried the overflowing box into the main room, excitement crackled in the air. Bitties abandoned their games, snacks, and even coveted nap spots to swarm the box like a tide of tiny, determined shoppers on a holiday sale.

Inside was a glorious jumble of forgotten laundry and mysterious odds and ends- scarves, mismatched socks, an abandoned hoodie, a knitted hat with questionable ear holes, and even a tiny plush shaped like a slice of cake. The moment the box hit the floor, chaos erupted.

An Aviary bitty dove straight into the pile like a feathery missile, emerging moments later with a single striped glove held triumphantly overhead. Two Pet room bitties were deep in negotiations over who would get the lone polka-dot sock, “It’s mine! It matches my tail!” “Your tail is not polka-dotted!” "Well the color matches!" "you're tail isnt pink!" "Only the dots are pink!!"

A mischievous Ruff room bitty had somehow wriggled into the aforementioned hoodie, the hood drooping comically over their eyes as they staggered around, bumping into the furniture. Meanwhile, a semi aquatic bitty from the Mer room discovered a long knitted scarf and immediately began pulling it into a coiled nest in the corner, glaring at anyone who came too close.

Peaches watched the chaos from a safe distance, arms crossed and grinning. “It’s like a bargain bin at the end of the world,” he murmured to Oak, who was busy trying to convince a stubborn little bitty that no, they could not keep all six socks they’d claimed.

By the end of the day, the box was empty, the floor was scattered with triumphant bitties proudly sporting their new finds, and the staff had a whole new collection of stories to tell about the treasures(and dramas) of Lost-and-Found Day.

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Peaches: "Ah, lost and found day," he chuckles "its never dull"

Oak: "I managed to talk that bitty down to keeping two socks, that seemed more reasonable than six-" he chuckles with his lover

Gide: “the first few times this happened when we gave them the lost in found items the first bitties that got there early would take a bunch of them items, run back to the room and open up a little bartering pile- trading for treats and even rights to certain sun spots during nap times or sunrise.” He Shook his skull in amusement.

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It was laundry day, a semi-dreaded day at the café- everything was being washed, from blankets (that had to be coaxed out of stubborn bitties’ clutches) to dirty bitty clothes (which always had to be checked twice because they were so tiny they could fall between the washing machine parts).

And after it all? The real challenge began- keeping the bitties out of the fresh laundry.

The moment the first warm basket came out of the dryer, a ripple of excitement spread through the café like a shockwave. Bitties perked up from their naps, ears twitching, tails swishing, little heads turning in perfect unison toward the scent of freshly laundered cotton.

“Don’t you dare-” one staff member began, but it was too late. A cluster of Pet room bitties had already launched themselves into the nearest laundry basket like tiny heat-seeking missiles.

Within minutes, the neat stacks of folded blankets had been transformed into pillow forts, tunnel systems, and makeshift hammocks. A particularly sneaky Aviary bitty was spotted trying to drag an entire washcloth skyward toward the rafters, wings beating furiously under the extra weight.

One determined Ruff room bitty was spinning in circles, completely wrapped up in a t-shirt like a very proud burrito. Another group had burrowed deep into a pile of towels, leaving only the occasional happy squeak to give away their location.

By now, the café floor looked like a battlefield between warm, fluffy fortresses and the increasingly exasperated staff. Peaches was trying to bargain with a stubborn bitty who had claimed a still-warm blanket as their “nest,” while Oak attempted to fish a tiny mer bitty out of the laundry bin before they could start splashing in the damp towels waiting to be dried(we still have no idea how they got into the laundry area- we swear some lie about being able to teleport-).

A familiar trio of troublemakers- repeat offenders on every laundry day- had already made off with a sock each, darting in and out of table legs like thieves with priceless treasure. Staff tried to intercept them, but the bitties worked as a team, passing socks between them in a game of keep-away.

Somewhere in the chaos, a particularly ambitious Aviary bitty had managed to wriggle their way into the dryer drum while it was empty, refusing to come out because it was “warm and spinny.” Getting them out involved three staff members, a bribe of sunflower seeds, and a lot of gentle coaxing.

By the end of the day, the laundry was technically clean… but the staff knew they’d be re-washing at least half of it thanks to the bitties’ enthusiastic “quality control testing.”

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Bluebird: "hah! that happens every laundry day- i swear we need a new system for that-"

Oak: "There are a few bitties that still wont to give up their blankets, they're starting to smell really strong-"

Bluebird: "At least bitties dont have body oder??"

Peaches: "I'd say!" he chuckles

Crow: “I’m fairly certain that my favorite gloves got snatched from there- I have yet to get them back yet.” He chuckled shaking his skull. “Which means I have to use my backup gloves when near people.”

Peaches: "Yeah- if I find em ill see if I can get them back"

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"I swear, if that blanket walks off by itself again, I’m not chasing it," muttered Oak, half annoyed and half amused as three bitties scurried past with suspicious speed as they hurried by, with a very large blanket- “…and don’t even think about hiding under it!” Oak added, though the words were lost as the blanket-wrapped trio disappeared around the corner, leaving a trail of tiny giggles echoing through the café.

The other staff exchanged weary glances. “Do we… intervene?” Peaches asked, stepping cautiously toward the pile of blankets now left abandoned in the center of the room.

Before anyone could answer, another bitty popped out from under a different blanket, wiggling like a little burrito and squeaking happily. “Found one!” They announced, holding up a stray sock as if it were treasure.

Oak pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under their breath, “This is exactly why we can’t have nice things…”

Meanwhile, the first three bitties had commandeered a table nearby, arranging the large blanket into a makeshift fort. Peeking out from their cozy hideaway, they waved cheerfully at the staff, clearly proud of their handiwork.

Despite Oak’s protests, it was hard not to laugh. The fort wobbled slightly as more bitties tumbled in, each claiming their own space, and soon the center of the café had transformed into a colorful, giggling fortress of fleece and fluff.

The situation escalated quickly.

A group from the Aviary fluttered in, curious about the commotion, and within minutes had draped scarves and ribbons over the top of the fort “for style.” Someone else dragged over a stack of napkins to serve as “official fort documents,” while a duo from the Ruff Room began guarding the entrance like stern bouncers.

Peaches sighed. “It’s turning into its own little country.”

“It already has borders,” Oak muttered, pointing to the crude rope (okay, shoelace) barrier they’d set up. One of the “guards” had even scribbled a sign that read Blanketland - Entry Fee: Snacks Only.

Soon, the staff found themselves on the receiving end of a “visa application” just to get past the entrance and return a teacup someone had “imported” from the café shelves. By then, half the bitties from the pet room were deep inside, holding a “parliament meeting” about whether the fort needed a second floor.

Oak folded his arms. “If they start drafting a constitution, I’m clocking out.” He chuckles, more amused than his face lets on,

Peaches just laughed, because honestly… in Blanketland, anything was possible.

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Peaches: "Oh im so glad we're talkin about this one! It was hilarious! They did make a constitution before we had to step in and clean everything up, but it was fun for em while it lasted!" he laughs

Candy:”Ah yes- i remember being sick that day so there was quite a story when the others got home.” Candy giggled lightly. “Apparently there was a second town being formed in the Ruff room and a Third in the Aviary once others got word of the whole thing.”

Jeff: "They tried setting everything back up when the dayshift went home too!" he cackles

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The sound of fluttering wings filled the air before anyone even saw the problem- two bitties locked in a determined tug-of-war over the same muffin. Crumbs rained down like confetti as they pulled, each glaring at the other with the kind of intensity normally reserved for epic rivalries.

One, clearly the more aerially inclined, flapped their wings with sharp little baps to the other’s head, trying to distract them. The other, a bit bigger and heavier, stood their ground with a low growl- not truly trying to hurt their opponent, but absolutely unwilling to surrender baked goods without a fight.

The muffin was already halfway destroyed, its paper wrapper hanging in tatters. Every time one gained an inch, the other yanked it back, until finally- rip! The muffin split in two with a dramatic fall of both the bitties right on their butts, but before anyone could realize the muffin finally ripped they were both scurrying off, one to the Aviary and the other to the Ruff room.

The café erupted into a chorus of tiny squeaks and laughter as staff tried to corral the muffin thieves. One staff member waved their hands helplessly, “No, no, don’t start a chase across the tables!”

But it was too late. The Aviary bitty flitted from table to table, muffin half clutched tightly in their talons, while the Ruff Room bitty barreled across the floor, tail wagging, crumbs raining down like confetti with each frantic step.

Visitors couldn’t help but giggle as the pair darted through chairs, weaving between cups and plates. A particularly bold little bitty even tried to intercept the muffin mid-air, though they ended up tumbling into a visitor's lap instead- luckily it was a soft landing.

Finally, both bitties skidded to a halt near opposite corners of the café, panting, crumbs decorating their fur and feathers. They eyed each other cautiously, then simultaneously broke into small, satisfied chirps and tail wags, deciding that sharing might be a better idea.

One staff member sighed in relief as they helped the bitties settle down at a table, splitting the remaining crumbs evenly between them. “Next time,” they muttered, “maybe we’ll just make two muffins.”

The bitties, however, seemed perfectly content, happily nibbling at their halves and already plotting their next playful confrontation. The café buzzed with laughter and the faint aroma of chocolate, cinnamon, and victory. ---

Jeff: "Hah! That was nightshift too! Usually nightshift is a little more chill than dayshift, but you still got some chaos like once a week at least" he chuckles

Nightmare:”I remember that story- Jeff came home with the widest of grins that morning, chattering on how cute they all where- I’m just glad the rooms doesnt have carpets and instead padded flooring, sounds like an adorable yet messy debacle.” Nightmare hummed, sipping at his tea, slowly leaning against Jeff with closed Sockets.

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It was a seemingly normal day, but honestly, at the café what's a normal day without some chaos or plotting from the bitties?

It began with whispers and darting glances between the Pet Room bitties. One disappeared into storage, returning with a small box of mismatched teacups. Another had somehow acquired a basket of sugar cubes and teabags. By the time staff noticed, an assembly line was in motion- one group setting up a tiny table, another arranging chairs (borrowed from various corners of the café), and a third crafting minuscule paper hats out of cupcake liners and ribbon scraps.

And before long they announced the tea party! One bitty proudly wearing a tiny paper hat that was a little big for them still- and their intended guests? The Aviary bitties of course! One bitty braving trots off happy to inform the Aviary bitties of a 'very important meeting' in the pet room.

The Aviary bitties, curious and chattering, followed their guide into the Pet Room. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted with a sight straight out of a storybook- tiny chairs tucked neatly around the table, teacups lined up in uneven rows, and plates piled high with crackers, seed biscuits, and little cut-up fruit pieces.

The Pet Room bitties rushed forward, placing paper hats atop feathery heads- some sitting perfectly straight, others wobbling at ridiculous angles. A few hats fell off immediately and had to be fixed with bits of ribbon.

Tea was poured with great ceremony, requiring three bitties to lift the pot without tipping it over. Sugar cubes were dropped in with such enthusiasm that one cup nearly overflowed. “Sip politely!” one bunny-eared bitty reminded everyone, though the moment the first plate of snacks hit the table, manners went out the window.

There was laughing, crumbs everywhere, and an impromptu “Best Hat” competition judged by whoever could shout loudest. A particularly mischievous Aviary bitty decided to swap teacups when others weren’t looking, while another sneakily pocketed an extra sugar cube under their wing.

By the time the staff peeked in, the “meeting” had become a full-on tea party, with hats askew, teacups clinking, and both species of bitties beaming like they’d just hosted the event of the year!

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Peaches: he chuckles "Oh I remember that! The bitties are always up to somethin I swear!"

Candy:”That they are- always with the mischief those little ones, can’t blame them though they all love to keep busy and that means spontaneous tea parties haha!”

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The day started out normal, everything was going smoothly, till a group from the Pet Room decided to break into where the blankets are kept and drag them out into the main room.

At first, it seemed harmless- just a couple of blankets being pulled along the floor by tiny, determined bitties. But then reinforcements arrived. Before we knew it, the pile had grown into a veritable mountain of fluff, feathers, and fleece, right in the center of the café.

Some bitties immediately began tunneling through it, popping their heads out like excited prairie dogs before diving back under. Others started dragging smaller sections away to “decorate” their favorite corners- turning chairs into little blanket caves and covering tables in soft layers, creating little caverns bitties curled up in quickly, along with some books and good friends.

A pair in the corner had turned their blanket into an elaborate tent, complete with an “entry fee” of sunflower seeds for anyone who wanted in. One customer, utterly charmed, actually paid the fee just to see the inside, which contained a tea set, a plushie, and a suspicious amount of cookie crumbs-

One particularly ambitious bitty tried to wear an entire blanket as a cape, tripping over the ends every few steps but refusing to take it off, striking heroic poses whenever someone looked their way.

Another had rolled themselves into a perfect burrito and was now being gently pushed around by their friends like some strange, giggling log.

Soon, it wasn’t just the Pet Room bitties- Garden bitties wandered in to help “landscape” the mountain, weaving flowers and leaves into the folds. A few Aviary bitties joined in too, perching dramatically on top of the pile like they were guarding a nest. Someone started a “blanket slide” off the lower side, and that quickly became the busiest attraction in the room, paired with another pile of soft blankets and a nice sized pillow for a soft place to land.

By the time taff regained control, half the Pet Room was snuggled under a blanket fort so large it had its own postal code- and the other half was asleep in the middle of the floor, wrapped up in cozy cocoons. Staff members agreed to let the fort stay up until evening… though we have a feeling dismantling it later is going to be a battle all its own.

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Jeff: he cackles wildly "Oh I remember coming in! by the time I got there for my shift even the door was under a fort!"

Peaches: "Yeaaahhh, most of us stayed a little later to help take it all down for nightshift- but it was adorable to watch! Never a dull day here at the café"  he chuckles

Candy: He shook his skull. “I’m fairly certain they targeted areas where snacks and other things were hidden like cookies just to put their blanket fort over them so they could complete their heists in secret under the disguise of blanket forts.” He hummed lightly in a fond manner.

Bluebird: "Maybe that’s where that cake I made went- a whole cake disapeared after a fort was set up in the kitchen! Another reason we had to clean up-"

Peaches: he laughs "We never did find that cake! But we did find some bitties with bellyaches"

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The lost-and-found box was supposed to be for misplaced scarves, forgotten hats, and the occasional stray hoodie… not the start of a runway revolution.

It began when one bitty pulled out an oversized sweater and promptly declared it “designer.” Within minutes, the box had been raided, and the staff found themselves watching an impromptu fashion show in the middle of the café.

Several bitties moved tables and chairs out of the way, setting them up as the seats for the audience while others began carefully arranging the “runway.” The staff, half amused and half wary of potential chaos, stepped back to watch the show unfold.

The first bitty strutted out in the oversized sweater, sleeves dangling well past their paws, beaming as they spun dramatically at the end of the aisle. The audience clapped enthusiastically- well, except for one grumpy bitty who still clapped but refused to smile.

Next came a tiny model wearing a scarf so long it trailed behind like a royal train, another sporting mismatched socks over their ears “for artistic flair,” and one bold bitty balancing a floppy sunhat that kept sliding over their face every few steps.

Soon, the fashion choices became more… experimental. A hoodie worn backwards, sunglasses paired with oven mitts (“it’s about the statement,” one whispered to the staff), and even a pair of shorts tied into a makeshift cape.

By the time the final “grand finale” came- a trio of bitties in coordinated outfits made from tea towels- the audience was in stitches, staff were struggling to take steady photos from laughing, and the lost-and-found box was well and truly empty.

Nobody was quite sure how they’d get the clothes back… but everyone agreed it was the most entertaining use of misplaced laundry the café had ever seen!

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Bluebird: "Ohh I remember that day! That sweater was mine- it was winter when I lost it- still havent gotten it back" He chuckles "But after three months everything in the lost and found is given to the bitties anyways! Policy!"

Crow:”Im fairly certain that those oven mitts were actually from the kitchen-“ Crow snorted lightly. “I Remember Peaches looking for them right after the show because he had to take something out of the oven, Luckily Peaches knows his stuff and got an extra pair from someone else when he couldn’t find them.”

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The Aviary was unusually quiet. Too quiet.

The staff should have known something was up when the usual morning chorus had been replaced by the occasional suspicious chirp. But they were busy, and the bitties in the Aviary were very good at looking innocent… when they wanted to.

In reality, a small feathered task force was already in motion, making their way to the Garden. Their mission: the forbidden snack storage.

With a few well-timed flutters and some teamwork, the latch on the storage bin was popped open! And a brave bitty ventured inside, and before long a cascade of seeds spilled to the floor in a glorious, crunchy waterfall. The culprits chirped and cheered triumphantly, wings flapping as they waded into the feast.

Unfortunately for them- but fortunately for some- the commotion drew the attention of some Garden bitties, able to see what they're doing through the bushy walls that work as a natural fence outside. Within minutes, the doorway was crowded with curious little faces, eyes going wide at the sight of the bounty.

What happened next was pure chaos. Seeds flew in every direction as Garden and Aviary bitties alike stuffed their cheeks, tossed seeds at each other, or ran off to stash “emergency snacks” in flowerpots, nests, and even the folds of blankets.

By the time the staff arrived, the bin was empty, the floor looked like it had sprouted a crunchy carpet, and every guilty face was somehow smeared with sunflower dust.

The clean-up would take hours… but at least everyone was full and happy.

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Peaches: "Oh that time! Hah! I remember that, we had to get a new lock for the storage building outside, and an emergency shipment since they ate all the food for the seed eaters!" he chuckles, shaking his skull.

Candy:”Oh stars… I’m STILL finding seed pockets in random blankets and pots and areas of the like- especially when cleaning out nest boxes and play areas-“ He sighed, snickering slightly.

Gide:”I remember this day too- I’m fairly certain I was with Gardenia when this happened, went to get some treats for some little ones only to find the little crime scene.” he snorted lightly.

Gardenia:”Im fairly certain that one tried to nestle a few seeds in my flower crown!” She chuckled fondly, shaking her head with a snicker

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Ohhh my god a King!! Can i give Emperor some jerky?

Peaches: "Of course! Emperor loves himself some jerky, especially when we get the exotic jerkies in stock!" he grins

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Emperor was sprawled regally across his favorite beanbag near the café counter, his long tail flicking in slow, deliberate arcs like a scepter in motion. As the café’s full-sized King, he had claimed the plushest, sunniest spot in the room long ago, and no one had dared to dispute his right to it. From this lofty perch, he could survey his “kingdom”(aka the main room to the café-) -bitties bustling about, patrons sipping drinks, and staff hurrying from one task to another- secure in the knowledge that all was well under his watchful gaze.

He was mid-yawn, sharp teeth flashing briefly, when Peaches’ voice rang out across the room.

“I’ve got somethin for ya Emperor! Someone mailed it in just for you!” Peaches called, holding up a bag of the savory treat like it was a royal decree.

At the word jerky, Emperor’s head snapped up, golden eyes gleaming with a spark that could rival a dragon spotting gold. Slowly- he rises from the beanbag, before quickly slithering over to Peaches, "What is it?" "Jerky!" And his eyes light up again, Jerky was one of his favorite treats! It was so versatile at the center- they'd get everything from beef jerky to griffon jerky!

He stopped a short distance from Peaches, tail curling in anticipation. Peaches bowed playfully and presented the bag with both hands. “For His Majesty,” he said with mock solemnity.

Emperor accepted the offering with a deep, approving rumble, as though acknowledging the tribute from a loyal subject.

The first bite was met with a pleased hum, and without another word, he curled himself at Peaches’ feet, the jerky clutched protectively in his claws.

The kingdom, it seemed, was safe for another day.

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can i drop off some blankets and bitty clothes? i have extra that my bitties dont need anymore!

Peaches: "Of course! We'll always take donations! How about I let ya know what the bitties do with em?" he chuckles

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As the blankets and clothes got sorted, bitties came from the whole building to see what was donated! They gathered around, peering into the box, some bitties attempting to sneak off with a blanket or some hoodies while the staff sorted everything by size. A few curious ones tugged at the fabric corners, testing softness, while others stood on tiptoe to spot bright colors or patterns they liked. Excited chatter filled the air- debates over who would look best in the red scarf or which blanket would make the comfiest nest. One tiny bitty darted away with a single mitten like it was the greatest treasure in the world, while another burrowed under a pile of sweaters, declaring it their “new cave” until gently coaxed out.

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The air was sweet and floral- it was the Garden, after all. Flowers bloomed in every direction, their colors spilling like paint across the lush greenery. Bitties wandered happily among the blossoms, some carrying freshly picked flowers like tiny treasures.

Then, one bitty had an idea. Why not turn today into a flower crown festival? So they gathered a team!

The plan quickly took root. They gathered the prettiest flowers they could find, weaving them into delicate circlets with nimble hands. Soon, there was a colorful pile of crowns- some small enough for a single blossom to adorn a bitty’s head, others grand and full for even the biggest bara bitties to wear proudly.

With their creations complete, the group trotted over to the café tables where visitors sat chatting. One by one, they offered their handiwork with shy smiles and happy chirps, filling the afternoon with petals, laughter, and the faint hum of bees in the warm garden air.

A few of the grumpier bitties looked on with mild amusement, watching the joyful chaos unfold. But as the delicate crowns were gently offered and carefully placed atop their heads, even the most stoic couldn’t help but soften. Some let out surprised chuckles, others simply gave a small, reluctant smile- though none could deny the brightening effect of a crown of fresh blossoms.

The flower crown festival had woven its magic, turning a normal day in the Garden into something a little more special.

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Jeff: "Ha! I remember that day! I was helping Oak out with some stuff in the nursery when some bitties came in and had flower crowns for us!"

Oak: he chuckles "too bad we arent supposed to have flowers in the nursery, the pollen can bother the little bitty babies"

Bluebird: "It was still soooo cute!! I pressed the flowers from mine in my scrapbook!" he grins

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Species: BlackPearl

Name: Selka

Main Info: Selka, or often called Mama Selka, is one of the older bitties at the center as well, though originally from a fighting ring, with consistent therapy and a comfortable and loving place to live, she's now one of the sweetest bitties around, often seen knitting and crocheting clothes, accessories, or items for others. She still has flashbacks and is missing two of her legs, making her a bit slower and uneven when she walks, but she rarely lets this stop her as she's always one of the first to start handing out beverages and snacks on holidays and weekends!

Room: Garden

Extra info: She's often gone to by other bitties for a quiet place to rest and some nice homemade tea with the flowers that grow outside her hutch.

Adoptability: Closed

Difficulty: Advanced

History: Selka is an older BlackPearl that was adopted by Oak originally before he moved her to the Cafe, though before that she always came with him to work so its not like she wasnt already well acquainted with all the other bitties she'd made friends with.

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Species: Paris

Name Prancer

Main Info: Prancer is the acting alpha of the garden, often taking suggestions and bringing them to the staff. He has a keen eye for organization and often organizes most of the holiday parties in the garden, while the staff handle the inside and the other alphas handle their rooms. While hes caring he can be very stoic and doesnt quite get emotions, often confused when others are sad or crying and even more confused when they're angry, especially if he's the one that pisses them off as he loves to tease, but he never means it in a mean way.

Room: Garden

Extra info: He's highly social and a kind and just leader, and he tries his best to not let his sense of justice get in the way of being fair, as fair isnt always just- He’s thoughtful in his decision-making and avoids favoritism, valuing the wellbeing of the Garden as a whole over individual biases. Despite his challenges with emotional nuance, he is deeply committed to the happiness and harmony of his residents, and he works hard to ensure everyone feels heard and included.

Adoptability: Closed

Difficulty Intermediate

History: Prancer was originally adopted to be another garden bitty, as he's naturally a Delta rank, and not an Alpha, but he quickly took over the role as many came to him for advice, and before long, he had stepped into the role of acting alpha, a position he has maintained with quiet confidence ever since.

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Species: Paraoh

Name: Flicker

Main Info: Flicker is a steadfast and dependable beta, fiercely loyal to Ash, Alcina, and Luka as his alphas. He takes his role within the Fire Room seriously, often acting as a watchful guardian for the more vulnerable bitties in his care. Protective by nature, Flicker makes it his mission to ensure everyone feels safe and welcome. He’s also known for his warm, approachable manner when introducing shy or nervous bitties to visitors, often matching them with people he senses they’ll get along with. Though he can be intense when danger threatens, his usual demeanor is calm, reassuring, and quietly confident.

Room: Fire Room

Extra Info: Flicker thrives in environments where he can balance vigilance with social connection. He enjoys spending time in the warmth of the Fire Room’s hearth, often chatting with bitties and caretakers alike. His protective streak extends beyond his direct pack — he’ll often watch over visiting bitties until they’re comfortable. While he’s calm most of the time, he can become fiercely assertive if someone threatens or disrespects those under his protection. Caretakers know they can rely on him to keep the Fire Room’s atmosphere friendly and secure.

Adoptability: Closed

Difficulty: Intermediate

History: Flicker came to the cafe after being recommended to Ash by a trusted contact who knew of his loyalty and strong protective instincts. Upon meeting the Fire Room alphas, he quickly pledged himself to their leadership and became an integral part of the pack. Since then, he’s taken it upon himself to act as a bridge between newcomers and the established residents, ensuring every bitty feels welcome, respected, and safe.

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Species: Muffin

Name: Akita

Main Info: Akita is a warm-hearted and affectionate Muffin who thrives on companionship and physical affection. With his soft dog-like ears and signature curled akita tail, he’s the perfect blend of playful and gentle. He’s rarely seen without at least one packmate nearby, often leaning into them for comfort or trailing along happily on any group activity. Akita’s friendly demeanor makes him a fast favorite among both bitties and caretakers, and his love for close contact means he’s always ready to cuddle up for a nap or keep someone company during quiet moments.

Room: Pet Room

Extra Info: Akita’s happiest in the company of others, especially his packmates, and he can be prone to loneliness if left alone for too long. He enjoys soft bedding, warm spaces, and activities that allow him to interact with others- whether it’s gentle playtime, grooming sessions, or simply lounging together. His curled tail is often a sign of his mood, curling tightly when he’s content or wagging slightly when excited. Akita’s social nature makes him well-suited for busy, interactive environments where affection is freely shared.

Adoptability: Closed

Difficulty: Beginner

History: Akita joined the cafe after being adopted by Oak, who met him during a visit and quickly bonded over their shared love of group companionship. Oak brought him into the Pet Room where he fit right in with the other residents, quickly becoming a beloved member of the pack. His arrival helped strengthen the sense of community in the room, and he’s been a source of comfort for many bitties ever since.