#uncommon gift

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I genuinely don't remember the last time I sent an ask.....sooo, hey there! Hope things have been going well for you!! Maybe I could have a roll on a deputy? If you please....maybe someone stern/strict/hard-headed as a small idea for personality, but!! Not necessary :D

81 - uncommon

Yewfang (they/them) is a black tabby cat with silver eyes. Yewfang is a cat in grayscale: their undercoat is a gradient of dark greys, their stripes boldly painted in black with thick, sharp strokes. Their silver eyes are hidden in deep sockets and nearly always narrowed in the direction of their quarry. Yewfang is a bulky cat with broad shoulders and a sturdy neck, a cat built from squares. Their left ear is shredded nearly down to the skull, with scars on the left side of their face to match. They have a hooked scar over their left hip; many small scars on their chest; and the tip of their tail is badly kinked. They are deputy of their Clan.

Yewfang is a hammer. They aren't subtle, they aren't precise, and they solve most every problem by hitting it until it's fixed. That isn't to say Yewfang isn't clever--they have plenty of wisdom, plenty of knowledge, and is perhaps the most patient cat one can meet. They're just really, really good at using their physical strength--or being threatening with their strength--to bother trying to do anything else. Also, they are always seeking efficiency, and only rarely is negotiating faster at solving a problem than simply punching them. They are a strict deputy that doesn't put up with anything. Their word is law. Fortunately, they are exceptionally good at identifying their Clanmates' greatest strengths and weaknesses (even if they don't respect guile as much as muscle) and their patrols are always beautifully well-balanced.

[It seems as though you're looking for a cat for a specific project, but if you slam them into a fantasy setting...] When standing still, Yewfang can turn their body to solid metal, letting blows or stones break against their impenetrable defenses. They can only hold this form for as long as they can hold their breath, and so have trained to control their breathing even in tense situations (like the middle of battle, or racing to catch a tree before it can crush a Clanmate) and to hold their breath for extended periods of time. It is also physically exhausting for them, so they typically use it in very short bursts, turning to metal the millisecond a claw might hit them to turn it away, then letting it go the moment their opponent's blow is deflected.

(And because this is pride month, every cat gets some labels for freeee~) Yewfang is nonbinary. They're more often lumped in with the toms because of their size and strength, which irritates them to no end, and as such they often try and groom themself following molly fashion to try and offset some cats' biases. Yewfang is biromantic with a slight preference towards toms. They have a type: dark furred cats with orange or amber eyes. But they'll firmly deny it if anyone tries to point out all their crushes are tall dark cats with fiery eyes and a personality to match.

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Hello there! Saw this and thought it looked super fun! I love what you're doing and REALLY appreciate the lack of AI lol. May I please humbly request a meow meow for my ever-growing pile? >:3

Thank you! I believe that it's super important to keep AI out of creative spaces, even for prompts and "inspiration". Creativity is something you have to practice and the best part is, the more you practice it, the more you can do with it and the more fun it becomes! 80 - uncommon!

Silver Bubble that Dances under Melting Ice (Bubble) (they/them) is a white cat with blue-and-lavender markings and extremely long, curly fur. Bubble is a massive cat, standing head and shoulders above most other cats. Their white fur is like a dense cloud surrounding them, giving them an almost formless, flowing appearance; it glistens and glitters in the light. Twists of powder blue and pastel lavenders form shifting waves on their flanks, tail, and face. Their eyes are rosy pink, with darker starbursts framing their irises.

A cat that cares more about results than the process, Bubble is both adaptable and focused. They are the type to easily forgive others so long as they had good intentions, even if their methods were morally repugnant, and will follow any orders so long as Bubble agrees with their goals. They are a stellar teacher, as they don't care what path their student takes so long as they have a successful outcome, and their adaptability allows them to really uplift their students' strengths to the highest degree; their students typically become masters of their niches at a young age, a reputation Bubble takes extreme pride in. Bubble is a confident and decisive cat who doesn't linger on their choices overmuch and isn't afraid to grapple critically with their own emotions and biases.

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Saved!!

@curlyfeatherdoodles //picks you up gently like a baby bird// Your ask was next in the box, but when I went to answer it the ask was GONE. Luckily I remembered the ask mentioned Bubble and so I could track down who sent it!! GAH I didn't think tumblr ate asks anymore, and I hate to have found proof that it still happens sometimes :( But this time I managed to rescue the ask from the deep abyss! (And I'm so glad because Bubble is so pretty and deserves friends!) One Bubble-mentored baby for you!

Reaching Fleabane that Seeks Dawn's Light (Fleabane) (she/they/sun) is a long-furred amethyst rosetted point cat with indigo eyes. Her flanks are crystalline rose, darkening to a pinkish-purple plum around her shoulders, ruff, and long fur at the backs of her legs. Suns face, tail, and paws are capped with solid amethyst, and curls of the same color twist up her legs, tail, and cheeks like branching vines. Faint rosettes of pink blossom across their flanks, barely visible. Fleabane's long fur is mostly concentrated in her ruff and tail; her ruff plumes around her face, framing it like petals to a flower, and her tail is so fluffy she can hide most of her body behind it. Not that that's a particularly hard feat: Fleabane is a small cat, with short legs, large paws, and rounded features. Her eyes are a deep, dark indigo.

Even as a kitten, Fleabane's talent for music was clear. Sun possesses perfect pitch, able to identify and replicate any note. Seeing this, she was given to Bubble to nurture and grow her skill, and under his watchful eyes, she blossomed. Fleabane still isn't the best at creating her own music--sun isn't very interested in it, nor does sun understand the theory behind why some melodies and others don't. Instead, they put their skill towards perfecting songs that already exist, and their performances of traditional epics is something cats flock to the area to see. She's put in a lot of work to turn her perfect pitch into a skill she can be proud of.

Fleabane grew up performing and spent her kithood showered in praise for her ability, and all the support she's had gives her an innate confidence in herself that can rarely be shaken. Sun is a cat that works hard, but also takes plenty of time for sunself and loves to socialize with her peers. She likes learning new skills, and is proficient in woodcarving as well as hunting and tracking, though Fleabane has never learned how to fight and relies on others to keep her safe. They are glad to have found a calling so early in life, and sometimes tries a little too hard to help her friends find a similar pillar for their own life. Outside of their music, they can be forgetful. Any friend of hers learns to be okay with her flakiness, knowing she means no harm by it and probably just got distracted with a conversation, or learning a new skill, or rehearsing for an upcoming show.

[Pride month special!] Fleabane is a sungender transfemme molly! She identifies strongly with the sunlight part of her name, and always tries to bring a guiding light and a sunny smile to any cat she interacts with. They are bisexual: butch ladies and muscular men are their type, and they've gotten themself in trouble more than once by falling hard and fast for a roguish, rebellious partner.

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THIS IS SUCH A COOL THING, I’d love to humbly request a clan cat for me… opens my hands

//places cat gently into your waiting hands 82 - Uncommon

Chaffinchglimmer (he/him) is a medium-furred black golden marbled tabby tom with yellow eyes and intricate antlers. A very handsome tom, his golden base coat contrasts sharply with black tabby fur, forming shimmering golden veins between patches of glossy midnight sky. The tabby markings grow thinner towards his paws, showcasing more of the gold underneath. A white boot coats his front left paw and white covers the left side of his face and his ear, with some tiny speckles of gold poking through, decorating the white like gemstones. His fur is exceptionally thick and glossy, shedding water easily. His tail is plumed.

Chaffinchglimmer isn't a large tom, but others tend to give him space when he enters a room, parting like clouds to his sun. A pair of pale brown antlers grow from his brow, curved slightly outward and with half a dozen sharp prongs on each, rising just less than double the height of his ears; a shorter set of simple horns sit outside and below the antlers, framing his yellow eyes.

Chaffinchglimmer is a cat that learned from a young age how to use his good looks and charm to the fullest. A chatty and good natured cat, he finds it easy to flirt and compliment his way past even the most prickly of social barriers. He doesn't know how to interact with cats that don't like him and finds himself completely wrong-footed when faced with insults or aggression. Chaffinchglimmer wore the mask of a cheerful optimist for so long, he doesn't really know how to let it go, even when it isn't appropriate for the situation; he doesn't let his own concerns show--so much so that he can even be blind to them himself--and can end up melting down unexpectedly when too many stressors build up. Chaffinchglimmer is an alright hunter and a passable duelist, but is quickly overwhelmed in unorganized fights and tends to break quickly in battle. He prefers to help the healers where he can, as he is surprisingly unsqueamish and his sunny personality helps put cats at ease.

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Hello! I'm new to Tumblr but I love warriors and my partner suggested this blog so I wanna see what you cook up!

Also, just a reminder to drink water if you haven't recently :3c

Hello welcome hi!! And I just grabbed a full glass ;) Alt name option: Magnoliafire 90 - uncommon!

Emberblossom (she/her) is a long-furred calico molly with pink eyes and magnolia weavings. Her pelt varies slightly with the seasons: in the summer and autumn, her colors are bold and vibrant; but in the winter and spring, her vibrant oranges fade to a more pastel gold, her solid black paling to dove grey. Emberblossom has short, round ears, drooping cheek fur, and a short but fluffy tail. She is exceptionally flexible, even for a cat, and has good balance.

Her underbelly, beneath the fur, is not skin, but wood. Branches of wood curve up around her chest, shoulders, and hips, mostly invisible unless her long fur is parted. From these branches, waxy magnolia leaves grow: a dark, shining green on the surface with more textured, golden brown undersides. The leaves grow from her and she has some control over how they move and flow, though losing one or two leaves doesn't hurt any more than plucking a whisker. In the late spring, her branches blossom, with large, pink flowers decorating her pelt with living flowers.

Emberblossom is a cat that likes to smile. It takes quite a lot to put her down, and she'll always try and lighten the mood where possible. She takes pride in her appearance and is rarely seen without every fur put in its place, every leaf pruned, every blossom presented like a gift to the sun. She chooses her words carefully and is always polite, especially with criticism. Emberblossom wants to encourage cats to do their best, and as that state comes rather easily to her, she can struggle to recognize when cats are overwhelmed or when her encouragements are only making things harder. She can be a bit clumsy when she feels rushed.

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can I have another one that doesn't do cat thing /j /silly

A cat that doesn't do cat things... I think I can cook that up (; Perfect time to roll an uncommon! 91 - Uncommon

Cy11a (she/her) is a silver... cat. Yes, a cat. With glowing red eyes. Her pelt is shiny, sleek, silver. Metallic, yes. Chrome shapes her like a bullet: smoothed around the edges, built for aerodynamic speed, elegance, and grace. Cy11a doesn't move, she flows, liquid mercury cast in steel. A band of red lights is built into her neck, a living collar that pulses with her heartbeat. Her nose and paw-pads change color with her mood, typically in neon, vibrant colors. Her red eyes glow--quite literally--with tiny black pupils that can track a mouse's whisker three kilometers away. She has a tiny light at her tail-tip indicating her battery level.

While normal cats might chase after rabbits or mice, Cy11a chases thrills. She revels in her speed, agility, and power, pushing her limits to their utmost to perform awe-inspiring feats of technical grace. She was made to impress--quite literally--and takes great pride in drawing attention, whether that be from a crowd or from a single individual. Cy11a loves quippy humor and always has a snappy one-liner ready to go. She pities normal cats who are trapped within their vulnerable bodies, but values their tenacity. Cy11a likes helping out where she's able to, though will never offer aid unless it is asked for.

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Cat :3?

cat. This one kinda got away from me, but I hope you enjoy him!! 83 - Uncommon

Fadedglory (he/him) is a seal point tom with heterochromatic blue/grey eyes. Fadedglory appears to be touched by a haze of thick, dark smoke: his tail is swirled with dark fur; black creeps up from sooty paws; his head is completely black, smoke dripping down his neck to curl across his shoulders. The rest of his fur is shimmering shades of grey, from silver foggy hues to blue-grey stormclouds.

Fadedglory's left eye is a icy blue, with darker flecks and white rings around the iris. His right eye is flat, featureless grey: no pupil, no sclera, like a river pebble was inserted into the socket. Though this eye he can sense the past, "seeing" echoes of past motion overlaid onto his present surroundings. His vision is not quite grayscale, but he can see significantly less color than other cats; he is also somewhat shortsighted, his vision growing blurry about five meters away.

Once named Smokepaw, Fadedglory earned his name due to his vivid visions of past battles, recounting them as if he was watching wars play out in front of his eyes. He's become the Clan's foremost lorekeeper and storyteller, a job he's more than happy to fill. Fadedglory loves being in the spotlight and while he doesn't embellish his retellings of the past, he tends to dramatize them, adding suspenseful pauses, plenty of dramatic irony, and changing his voice to suit the tone. Fadedglory is a somewhat weak-willed cat who would rather give in to another's wishes than start a conflict, especially involving his family.

Optional plot: Lately he's been haunted by a particular vision. A younger warrior had went missing early last year and the Clan generally assumed they left the Clan to turn kittypet. Only recently did Fadedglory's temporal eyesight reveal the truth, when he visited a remote corner of the territory and saw the echoes of his son murdering them in cold blood. He's been paralyzed with this knowledge, unable to see his kit the same way, but unable to report what he saw.

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HELLO!!!! May I suggest an kitty please?::3:3 maybe a little ref sheet with the design too? :3:3::3

Hello! You totally may have a cat!! Unfortunately, I don't do reference sheets on request for these gifts. I much prefer painting pictures with words. Sorry about that! 92 - Uncommon!

Grovewhisker (he/him) is a small green dappled tom with heterochromatic silver-and-gold eyes. His fur is dappled with faded greens, like the mosses and lichen that mottle old stone. The greens are desaturated, muted, and are of at least seven distinct shades: from yellow-greens to fern greens; teals to spruces. The patchwork has its largest dapples around his spine and grow both paler and finer, brindling together at his points. Grovewhisker, fitting to his name, has extremely long, white whiskers that droop from his muzzle. The whiskers above his eyes also droop over his face, giving him a wizened appearance, despite his young age. He is a very small cat with a dainty frame. His eyes are gold, with silver arcs at the bottoms and a silver starburst around the iris.

Grovewhisker feels at home in formal settings. He loves peeling apart intricacies and wordplay--even his day-to-day speaking contains a layer of puns and deeper meaning. He is particular about his words and tries to always use the most precise word for the job. He tends to freeze in the face of danger, and so is rarely trusted to participate in battle or patrol fraught border lines. Despite this, his actual fighting style is just as precise and cutting as his wordplay, and he places highly in any sparring tournament. Grovewhisker is face-blind and can struggle to recall a cat's name based only on their appearance, even cats in his own Clan; fortunately, he has a better memory for voices and speech patterns, so as long as he can trick them into speaking for a little bit, long enough for him to identify them based on their voice, he's mostly able to avoid making mistakes.