Okay, but seriously, I just decided to draw a moment from Rouge's comic in the way I see it. And no need to say that Felix's reaction is rude, I would have reacted the same way if a man suddenly hugged me
It was in the hotel but I took it home cause it seemed awful
And we made the mama cat feed it(she didn't want to)
I'm thinking names like Mouse/ or Pontiki or Ntiki the Pontiki cause he's so small
By the way his last name is Tim, cause a little girl from the hotel told me they named him that but he doesn't look like a Tim to me, but I will keep it as his last name to honour it
Which brings us to Chilchuck Tims - ??? But that's a kinda difficult name
Imagine if Otterslip got adopted by twolegs and a different clan tells FallenClan “Hey I saw this messed up Kittypet isn’t that funny?” And FallenClan is just horrified to find out it’s Otterslip - 🕊️ <- this is definitely a pigeon and is better then a duck
dude he'd make the Meanest fucking housecat lmao. i love that concept
The Spire has a notable population of sapient cats.
Some of them arrived that way, be they natural species from their own worlds or individuals affected by magical machinations. Others arrived as normal Earth domestic cats and were altered over time by the magic of the Spire itself.
Others yet are descendants of the rest, and the magic of the Spire has influenced them in further, more enigmatic ways.
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The “kittens” all young adults at this point, but they’re the most recent generation of cats that were born within the Spire and the label has stuck. Born with hands in place of forepaws; they walk on the second set of knuckles. Almost all of them are skilled engineers of one flavor or another.
Brownie: She/her, longhaired brown tabby. The mastermind of the kittens and the instigator of no end of trouble. Impulsive, with very little conscience or concern for consequences.
Fudgie: She/her, longhaired brown tabby. Second in command, does have a conscience, and is eternally stressed as a result. Not actually interested in engineering; would rather be doing pretty much anything else.
Stephanie: She/her, shorthaired black and white cap-and-mantle. Third in command; likes to problem solve, and always has an idea or observation to contribute.
Anthony: He/him, shorthaired black and white harlequin. Where Brownie and Stephanie are the instigators, Anthony is the executor; the one with the singular focus to keep iterating projects until they work. Congenitally deaf in one ear.
Smoke: They/them, shorthaired solid gray. Communications expert and general technician. Injured and separated from the group for several years; things have been awkward since their return.
Micky: He/him, shorthaired tuxedo. Really likes things that go ‘boom,’ and the most likely of any of the kittens to do something purely to see what will happen. Brownie generally at least pretends to have productive goals in mind.
Micky locking himself in the bedroom all day and coming out with handmade custom lookalike teddy bears for the four of them (namely Davy and Peter)
They all end up swapping so they can ‘watch over each other’
AGH STOP THATS SO CUTE!!!!
Imagining Mike giving peter and davy the bear of him to take care of if he goes away for a few days and peter talks to it and tells it about his day like Mike will hear it.
I’m just imagining baby Davy being around Micky trying to cook. He’d want to help so bad, but he’d also end up shoving his face in the flour and start having a sneezing fit 😆
Oh he’d be terrible in the kitchen!
He’d constantly get under Micky and just be in the way. Micky would be carrying a hot pot and he’d have to navigate around the little menace in his way. Whenever he’d want to move something he’d make Davy sit down just in case. Davy would also NOT be allowed to cut/chop anything in case he gets distracted and hurts himself.
Micky would measure out everything and set it up in order so that Davy could do it and not add too much or too little of anything and he’d feel all accomplished. Davy wouldnt want to mix anything with his hands if it was sticky because it would overstimulate him and he’d get frustrated. But if there’s something he’s not supposed to mix with his hands, he’d jump in there. Half of the time spent cooking is Micky helping Davy to wash his hands because he keeps wanting to feel stuff and cross contaminating. Davy also likes to ignore Micky a lot so Micky will ask wants next in the recipe and Davy just wont answer.
Sometimes Micky will give him small amounts of his own ingredients to make his own creation with and poor Mike is the victim who has to try it and say it tastes good no matter what. It also keeps Davy occupied and out of Micky’s way.
Davy’s the type that when they’re baking, half the dough/chocolate chips are gone before it makes it to the oven and Micky’s like “?? Who ate the batter??” And Davy’s standing there with his face/mouth covered being like “wasnt me”. He also has no patience for stuff to cool so he always without fail burns his mouth. Micky warns him every time but he never listens.
Davy also always manages to make the biggest mess possible but he himself ends up clean. So whenever he hears Mike coming he runs away and sits on the couch and listens to Mike scolding Micky for the mess in the kitchen (Mike knows it was Davy but it makes Davy giggle when he scolds Micky so he does it anyway. Micky is also in on this so he just takes it).
Cat monkees ..... Mike is a tuxedo turkish angora. Peter is an orange american shorthair tabby. Davy is a brown munchkin tabby. Micky is a ragdoll. What r ur thoughts
you are some kind of a genius or perhaps a philosopher or something . i have nothing to add and no way to dispute these because i agree wholeheartedly. although seeing full black turkish angoras i think those are more mike than the tuxedo/black and white ones. but these are perfect your mind is huge