#cat vader

[ann-i-inthestars]

For @jebiknights and inspired by this! We couldn't help but see Vader, so now thanks to this quick sketch, the rest of you can too!

[elli-incarnate]

Welcome to the beginning of the Skyclawer Chronicles, in which your author randomly wrecked herself by thinking about how Vader never got a chance to feel sunlight for twenty plus years or even to touch his children, and decided that naturally the only way to fix that was to write an absolutely ridiculous story in which Vader is somehow REINCARNATED AS A CAT after Endor, and now he's secretly just Luke's weird angry cat with superpowers.

They're gonna go on epic adventures together! In the Legends timeline, because that's the best one, of course.

Vader was waking up after a lovely cat nap in a patch of sunlight, and he stretched out his back, quietly rumbling a soft purr of satisfaction. Golden rays of sunlight were beaming through the transparisteel window of Luke's Coruscant apartment, and the angle of the sun told him that it was late afternoon; he'd been asleep for a few hours.

He'd missed sunlight, during his years in the armor, and despite the glut of it available now, he always felt a bit of gratitude when the warmth of the sun touched upon his new body.

This was all very nice. Much nicer than he deserved, all told.

Except he was starting to get hungry, and Luke wasn't home yet. That wasn't nice at all, and in fact had the potential to become a disaster.

More at the link.

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[silvereddaye]

The Skywalker Cats

I blame this on @planningconquest with their Sabrina the Teenage Witch-esque AU where Vader is trapped in the form of the cat while his twins learn to be witches. 

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Piett was the last to leave the house. The investigation team stood next to the black car in the gravel driveway. He paused and looked back and saw Ms. Skywalker’s large cat sitting in the window. There was something unsettling about that cat, but for now, he put it out of his mind as he climbed into the driver’s seat of the car. 

“You think she was telling the truth?” Ozzel, Piett’s superior, asked. He sat in the front passenger seat adjusting the air vents so they blew directly on him. 

“I do,” Thrawn answered. “At least she answered our questions truthfully.” 

Ozzel twisted in his seat so he could look at the Indian man sitting in the back seat. “What do you mean by that?” 

“I mean, she picked her words very precisely,” Thrawn replied. 

“Think she’s hiding something?” 

“It’s possible she knows something in regards to her son, but I’m sure she is keeping it to herself to protect him.”

“Pah!” Ozzel said as he turned back around. “Protect him? Anakin Skywalker? She has it backwards. Skywalker doesn’t need to be protected. It’s everyone else we have to protect from Skywalker.” 

Piett sometimes wondered if that was true. He was the main point of contact with Shmi Skywalker. He called her every day to ask how she was doing and if she needed anything, and sometimes, he would drive out to her house and have coffee with her. Her cats would climb into his lap for pets as she talked warmly of her son. It was hard to believe she was talking about a mass murderer and terrorist. A man who was considered to be the most dangerous person on this planet. 

“Well, Skywalker hasn’t tried to contact his mother through any conventional means unless it’s something like smoke signals,” Ozzel said. “I can’t speak of any unnatural means.” 

“All wards, shields, spells are in perfect working order. There has been no breach in them,” a young woman named Trilla Suduri answered. 

She sat in the back next to Thrawn. Unlike the rest of them who military uniforms, Suduri’s outfit was all black with a hexagon cog stamped on her shoulders. She was a witch or a sorcerer or whatever they called themselves. Piett never would have guessed magic was real and that it was a highly guarded secret the government kept from its people. 

“You think he’s alive?” Ozzel asked. 

“I do,” Thrawn answered. “He’s far too clever to let himself get killed.” 

“The real question is if we can find him,” Suduri said. “It’s been five years and no trace of him or his children. No one disappears into thin air.”

“I just want to know how he got the children,” Thrawn said. “I feel like that is the key in tracking him down now. Despite every resource, magical and mundane, protecting those babies, he still managed to get into the house and whisk them out there without anyone noticing. He didn’t trip a single alarm or activate any spell. Yet, he managed to not only get in but also back out with two babies.”

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Shmi Skywalker stood at the window sipping her coffee as she watched the black government car go down the road kicking up a trail of dust. 

“Five years and they still haven’t given up,” she said. 

She looked down at the large cat sitting on the window sill. Its tail flicked back and forth. It was a large Maine Coon with brown and gold fur. 

“I don’t know if they will,” she said. 

She stood there quietly for another moment before she heard a thud coming from upstairs. 

“Are you going to check on them?” she asked.

The cat looked up at her with its golden eyes. There was a scar that ran right next to the right eye. It pawed at her and she sighed. She gave it a quick scratch behind the ears before it jumped off the sill and trotted up the stairs. She turned her attention back to the window. The car had disappeared by the dust still hung in the air. 

There was another thud followed by the sound of small feet running around and a loud deep meow. Shmi turned as she heard them running down the stairs. Two little kittens ran into the room. One gold and one brown. They jumped onto the cat tower.

“Being little troublemakers?” Shmi asked as she walked over to the tree. They both eagerly leaned forward for pets and scritches. “Making your father clean up your mess?” 

The large Maine Coon walked back into the room and glared up at the kittens. They leapt off the tree and ran out of the room. 

“What do they do this time?” Shmi asked as she walked into the kitchen. 

“Knocked over your space heater,” a deep voice replied. “They were fighting over who got to sleep right in front of it.” 

“Shall I ask Mr. Piett to get a second one?” 

“No. They need to learn to share.” 

The cat jumped onto the kitchen counter. 

“Anakin, what are you going to do?” Shmi asked. “You can’t stay a cat forever.” The cat just gave her a look. “Oh, very well you could, but the twins? They’re not kittens. They’re children. They need to learn to be human children.” 

“Yes, I know,” the cat replied. “But it’s still not safe.” 

[aliciasur]

[missyhissy3]

Mr Hissy just sent me this - I'm in love 😻😻😻

[demotivatecubby]

The darkside is always better.

[elli-incarnate]

In which I created another entry in my cracky cat Vader 'verse.

After a night on the town with the Rogues, Luke calls Father for a ride home - forgetting, apparently, that his formerly murderous Sith Lord of a father is currently for some reason a cat. The next morning, he gets to deal with the aftermath.

"Because as you know, Father is a sentient adult cat. And as you also know, because you drafted the laws on this, there's nothing in the laws of the New Republic that prevents him from obtaining citizenship. Or a driver's license. Because that would be discrimination. Speciesism of the worst sort."

"You," Leia began icily, "are deliberately muddying the waters - "

"I would never deliberately muddy the waters! I'm from Tatooine, water is a precious resource - "

" - and you are avoiding the central question, which is this: he might qualify for one, but does he actually have a driver's license to drive on Coruscant?"

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[bencmarq]

Have a Happy Halloween.