#minty wc

[artaintfartwarriors]

Minty (( the cat from bloodclan

Legally obligated to redraw That Panel from the manga LOL

[shallowbreeze]

Minty

Minty is a small, black-and-white she-cat with black patches on her ears and belly, and blue eyes.

[lemnnshark]

"Minty is a small, black-and-white she-cat with black patches on her ears and belly, and blue eyes."

[eggfeather]

minty

[transmoonpaw]

idk which minty the anon wanted me to do but I did my favorite one, the one from ravenpaws path

[warriors-pride]

non-sam ace lesbian minty, cinders, princess, and mothwing and non-sam aro lesbian fierce, brook, featherwhisker and flowerstar?

Limiting this to only warriorsproject's art

[letyachan]

676.Minty

"Stop it! They've learned their lesson, all right? There's no need to kill any more cats!"

[exocynraku]

more little family trees

[marmosetpaw]

[janadog]

Skunky’s nightmares

“Ever since I joined mommyclan it feels like something following me whispering that joining the clan wasn’t a good idea but I tried to ignore 

It bescause it’s all in my head right?” @mommyclan sorry I don’t know I if I need to tag or not

[willowinmyhead]

mods tell her to read the series now read the series but also i would love to see this

The Warriors Instagram account asks its followers what other series/brand would make the best crossover with our dear cat books. The only comment the team replied to was about Breaking Bad, making a cat-ified reference to the show. 😺 🧪

[shallowbreeze]

Minty

Minty is a light gray she-cat with light blue eyes, and a lighter-colored chest, stomach, and muzzle

[lemnnshark]

"Minty is a light gray she-cat with light blue eyes, and a lighter-colored chest, stomach, and muzzle."

[eggfeather]

minty, sniff, cloudy, snowflake, and icicle

[noosayog]

[3:47 pm] ft miya osamu

wc: 700

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When you slam open Atsumu’s bedroom door and plop yourself onto the carpet next to him, he barely looks up from his phone. 

“Ever heard of knocking?”

You lay belly down on the floor and scream into the worn fuzz of the carpet. 

“Gross. You know our bare, unwashed feet walk on this floor right?” 

He offers you a pillow and you take it, squishing it between the floor and your face. Atsumu waits for your breath to run out. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Atsumuuuuu…” you bemoan. “I’m going through a crisis.” 

He says nothing, continuing to scroll on his phone but you can tell you’ve garnered some of his interest. 

“I have a secret. Like one that I can’t tell anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s so shameful. I’ve been keeping it to myself for, like, ever.”

“Yeah, I bet I couldn’t guess what it is.” The sarcasm is completely lost on you. 

“Yeah. You’d make fun of me. It’d be material for you to tease me for a lifetime,” you pause, take a deep breath. “I-

“-have a big fat crush on my brother?” 

You gape. “What?” 

He looks up from his phone. He blink at you, like you’re any simpleton. “You,” he says slowly, punctuating each word, ”have a big, fat, embarrassing, crutching, debilitating crush on my brother.” 

“I didn’t even realize you knew so many big words-”

“What?” 

The two of you freeze up. 

“‘Samu!” Atsumu exclaims. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back until later tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

He gives no other explanation. You stay still, hoping that if you don’t move or breathe, he won’t notice you. The silence stretches.

“Ohhh.. kay. Well, I better go. You kids-”

You jolt awake at that, in disbelief that Atsumu would flee alone after what he’s done.

“I’ll go with!” You turn and run, making monumental efforts to avoid a dark eyes trained on you. 

You’re about to squeeze past when a hand slams against the doorframe, arm now blocking off your exit. Osamu stares hard at you while your gaze stays glued to the exit beyond, though it’s more like you’re staring at his bicep which is now stationed at your eye level. 

“I’m just gonna go…” you hear Atsumu mumble, ducking under Osamu’s arm barrier, stealing your escape route. 

“Jackass-” you mumble.

“Hey.” 

The low voice comes from right above your head.

“Osamu,” you greet, still staring at his arm. “I gotta go. I have plans-”

A finger comes up to lift your jaw. It’s careful, but still forceful. When your eyes finally meet his, the one finger turns into two which grip your chin in place. 

“Was what Atsumu said true?” 

It takes a lot for you to hold back a stutter. “Sounds like you heard him loud and clear to me,” you say, ready to slap his hand away. 

“I did.”

“Then why are you still asking-” 

“If it’s true,” he leans down, talking slowly. It makes you start to hyperventilate. You need a paper bag or something. “I don’t wanna hear it from my stupid brother.” 

His eyes are mesmerizing, captivating. Not even the many, many years of knowing him dulls the effect of his straightforward gaze on you. You think you hear someone concede, “it’s true.” 

“What’s true?” he whispers. He’s so close you feel his words ghost your mouth.

Autopilot talks. “That I have a big fat crush on you.” 

He eats up the next millimeter of space. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your lips.

Suddenly, his neck is caged inside of your arms and you’re licking up his familiar minty breath and surely this all isn’t your doing because your brain is still catching up. 

His smile widens against your lips and you can feel the smugness radiate off him. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted, then.” 

That clears the fog. You shove his shoulders away and try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t go very far.

“Why?” you demand. 

He kisses you again. “‘Cause my brother’s got a big mouth.” 

You tilt your head in confusion. Osamu takes it as an invitation to slot his face better against yours. 

His kiss almost makes you forget your train of thought, but that’s okay because he answers your question anyway. 

“And he probably would’ve blabbed that I have a big fat crush on you too.”

[satoblue]

“YOUR PLACE” — gojo satoru

satoru can’t focus around you. his solution? finding you a new place to sit. | wc: 0.7k

f!reader, established relationship (married), satoru longing for you like a lover sent off to war (you’re only a few feet away from his desk). | dividers made by me

with a frustrated sigh, satoru slams down his pen on the wooden desk, making you jolt in your seat. you look up from your book at the abrupt noise that disrupts the serene silence.

with an annoyed huff, he speaks.

“you’re distracting me.”

his eyes shoot over to you, narrowing as they rake over your body, lingering on your legs for a moment before snapping back to your face.

satoru leans back in his seat, looking away and running a hand through his hair to maintain his sanity — messing it up and representing exactly how he is feeling on the inside - a mess - clearly struggling to keep his composure. he shakes his head slightly.

“seriously.” he scoffs under his breath.

you blink, straightening up with your legs tucked beneath you.

currently, you sit adorning the cushioned chair he had commissioned and reserved specifically for you — soft enough for comfort yet not too much to cause you back problems.

it was initially made so he wouldn’t get antsy and abandon his duties by constantly getting up to find you around the house because he so desperately needed to be near you.

satoru thought it would be enough to satiate him — to feel you, to be reminded of your constant presence regardless if he looks over or not.

turns out, it isn’t. for you are water and satoru is a man dying of thirst.

“but… i’m not even doing anything?”

with a sharp inhale, he interlocks his hands in front of his face, elbows resting atop his work desk, paperwork and everything else but you long forgotten.

were you being dense on purpose? trying to seduce him and pull him away from his responsibilities? you already have his attention. and what else could he say? that you looked too good sitting there in your nightgown? your bare legs were distracting? you were breathing too loud?

quite frankly, in satoru’s opinion — you weren’t breathing enough. he needed you close, to be the air in his lungs that he required in order to function day to day so he wouldn’t collapse. satoru wants you to breathe life — your life into him and leave him full of only you.

but instead, he tuts, head in his hands. “doesn’t matter.”

at his words, you close your book slowly, a bit hurt and confused because he had been the one to ask you to keep him company. but he clearly looks stressed, face red as he swipes a hand over it to cool down.

you frown. “i can leave, if that is what you want?”

satoru’s head shoots up at that, staring at you with a piercing gaze which says more than his mouth does in the moment — oddly enough.

no.

that isn’t what he wants — you misunderstand him. if you left, it’d only make the yearning in his heart far worse. how is it possible to long for someone so badly even though they are right in front of you?

“it’s fine. i have a solution.”

not even a second later, satoru rises from his office chair, circling his way over to you in long purposeful strides. your brows shoot up in surprise but before you can say anything, he scoops you up and into his arms, taking you and your book back with him.

as your husband sits once more, he places you on his lap, leaving you dumbfounded. wrapping a muscular arm around your waist, he holds you securely in place. the bare skin of your legs brush his clothed thighs beneath you, chafing slightly.

satoru leans in, chin resting on your shoulder, the scent of his cologne hitting your nose. with your back flush against his broad chest, his minty breath brushes your ear, causing you to shiver as he murmurs.

“this is better.”

after a moment of being perched there, a smile eventually tugs at your lips.

ah, you understand now.

with a stomach full of butterflies even after years of being married to the strongest — the man who only became weak when it came to your simple existence — you relax in your new seat.

you think you like it too.