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HOLY SHIT CONDI HAS A FUCKING CAT HOLYYYY FUCKKKKK OH MY GODDDDDDDD i love them i love the cat i love condis cat soooo much oh my god
Catelyn Stark
By Sabedile
"Rains of Castamere": (in ASOS, Cateyln VII) ...only a cat of a different coat...
Petyre Baelish: (in ASOS, Sansa VII) Only Cat.
Lady Stoneheart:(to her enemies in my daydreams of upcoming books) I'm only Cat... of a different coat.
Riverrun headcanon
Lady Tully’s death had been hard on her girls.
Catelyn played less and worked harder from that day on. Took a while till she remembered how to smile again, and it was never the same way. Cat’s melancholy was well-hidden, but not from her siblings and not from Petyr. They knew Cat’s childhood had followed her mother to the grave.
Lysa, on the contrary, had become even more giggly and cloud-headed. Her shyness got worse It didn’t take much of a “Boo” to make her jump, blush and giggle. Her judgment of people was never quite the same: she would trust every gallant men with a prince aspect, and fell in and out of love quickly and many times. As the years went by she stopped confessing her crushes to her sister, for the number of disappointments were shameful. Her decision to not been seen as pitiful by anyone consolidated with the years, specially by Cat.
She is gradually trying to replace the armrest with herself, in her ongoing quest to give me the least ergonomic desk experience.