#mousecatcher

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

"Why thank you love, few of my close colleagues did help with the suggestion so it was a joint effort so to say " she added with a hum, but there was a hint of pride in her smile. This is something she worked had to get, spilled far too much blood but...it was hers and not a hand me down from her rotten family.

"Come inside~" she nudges her head in the direction of the heavy double door.

As the true owner, she goes up and pushes the door open leading Grim along with her. Inside the music was already playing, a soft blues, despite being daytime there were few guests. Those few simply were enjoying the quiet by the bar having a drink and chatting with lovely waiter staff dressed in rather appealing uniforms. This was a two floor building, the center of this room took a large stage where artists would preform, seats were plush and comfortable, at some tables people could participate in gambling games if they desired so.

On the second floor from two balconies those who were close guests would enjoy the best view, there were rows of doors. One of which led to her own private office. At the bar however the star of this visit was lazing about, a young less than a year old Siamese tomcat, he would strech and yawn, blue eyes glancing at his owner as it would let out a soft meow at sight of Lilith.

"Louie~ come here baby someone wants to meet you " she would approach closer, letting the young animal to jump in her arms as it began snuggling against her, pressing its little head against her chin.

"Darling little thing dont you think Grim?"

A small sly smirk graces her lips, she had a feeling that he was indeed a cat lover, trying to hide a fact he would like to meet it. No matter she adored introducing her young kitten to new people nevertheless.

"A Siamese , his name is Louie and is our mouse catcher in the cabaret~"

Walking ahead of him she would nudge her head down the street, maintaining polite distance between the two. So for now with a hum in her voice she leads the way to her cabaret that is roughly only 10 minutes of walk. During that time she did not mind the comfortable silence, sometimes she did appreciate those moments to ease her mind a bit.

The cabaret itself was a rather old building, naturally renovated with flaring neon light that would shine bright during the night. Right now though, it was daytime so business was rather slow and easy going.

"Welcome to Thorne Rose love~" she offers a soft smirk as she pushes the double door open leading Grim inside her little den.

[astridthevalkyrie]

tw: dubcon, noncon, bully!gojo, afab reader w/ she/her pronouns

Gojo's a sick fuck.

He corners you on campus in the strangest places, taking advantage of the fact that he's been here a year longer than you. Sometimes Getou or Ieiri are with him, but most of the time he's alone, and when he's alone he's even worse than when he's just putting on a show for his dickhead friends. They only get to bear witness to him teasing you from afar, just his general idiocy and inborn cruelty. When he's by himself, though, nothing stops him from trying to corner you literally, one hand on the wall next to your head and the other finding some excuse to touch you, either running a finger down your cheek or brushing some invisible dust from your shoulder.

And you've had enough. You just want to find a place to sit down and study or read or eat or literally anything else as long as you don't have to worry about the only guy who tormented you all throughout school continuing the cycle in university where you were supposed to be free from this, this cocky, stupid, bitch.

You're in the library today, but his approach is the same as it is in any other location. Your physics lab, outside a professor's office, the community pool, for Christ's sake. First, he makes his presence known, making you aware that he's being his usual creepy self. This time, he's leaning against the wall when you turn the corner behind one of the shelves. There's a book in his hands that has so many dog ears you think he reads one page then saves the literal next one for the following day.

He doesn't look up, not right away. Not until he feels you glare burning his skin for a good few seconds. It's when you assume the burn actually becomes painful that he looks up, feigning a surprised smirk as his icy blues practically gleam. "Fancy seeing you here," he purrs, book staying open in his hands.

"Go to hell, Satoru." There's no point engaging further with him. The only option you have is to get the hell out before he gets to touch you. If he touches you, it's all over. You turn on your heel and throw a quick thank you prayer out that you don't immediately bump into Getou, who would act as the other mousecatcher whenever Gojo decided he wanted to play.

Behind you, you hear him put the book down and your legs move faster without you even thinking about it. You don't even know how he always tracks you down. Maybe he installed some app on your phone without you realizing. You'll get a new one. Anything to just get rid of him.

Even though you've been on campus for at least a month now, virtually every building is still wholly unexplored, mostly because you're constantly trying to avoid these exact types of situations. The amount of times you could have stayed on campus but instead scurried home is already close to the triple digits. And for what? You've only avoided Gojo a handful of times and left yourself unprepared for a hasty escape too.

There's footsteps somewhere, and now that your heart is racing you can't calm down enough to pinpoint where they're coming from. It's a Friday night and not even close to midterm week, so there's a few regulars here, but not nearly enough people that someone will see you. Not that Gojo minds, you've seen him look someone dead in the eye and then squeeze your hip impatiently, as though to tell them do you mind? You don't know where he gets his confidence, but whatever it is, it's well earned. Everyone gives in to him, eventually. Even you.

You turn out of yet another aisle, and then your legs falter.

"Hey, sweetness," he grins at you. Your back hits the wood behind you and your bag thumps to the floor. On days where he wants to really torture you, Gojo acts like a charmer, kissing the back of your hand or carrying your bag over his shoulder, preening in the direction of anyone who calls him a good boyfriend, singing a sinister thanks knowing damn well he isn't your anything.

This isn't one of those days. You can tell.

Gojo doesn't want to be your boyfriend anymore than you want to be his girlfriend. He likes his lifestyle, and an average stick in the mud like you would definitely ruin the perfect image. But that doesn't mean he wants you out of his life completely. When he'd learned you'd be going to the same university as him, he'd sent you the only text message he'd ever sent you, a filthy picture captioned with a sweet and simple can't wait to have you.

And have you he will, whenever he wants. He's pretty open about that. "Are you in a rush?" His blues blink innocently. You're not sure why he keeps up the act even when no one is around, it only serves to set your nerves further askew.

"Leave..." Before you can even formulate the thought of a process, his hands are on your hips, pinky finger slipping under your sweater inconspicuously. "Leave me alone, Satoru."

"Nah," he breathes, "you look real pretty today, sweetheart."

While he doesn't make a move to take your sweater off, he does bury his face in your shoulder and inhale the scent. Then he slowly switches from the sweater to your actual skin, tucking down the fabric of the turtleneck to expose your neck, which you'd taken pains and suffered the heat to hide. Gojo moans a little at just the last remaining bruise he sees on you.

"Love when you don't try to cover it up," he murmurs, "don't need you treating me like a dirty secret."

As if you could keep him a secret. No one aside from your professors even tries speaking to you, and you have no doubts as to why. "I do try—I did cover it up."

"This doesn't count." Instead of just kissing you, because he's a bitch, Gojo kisses the inside of your turtleneck, his hair tickling your nose. "I meant makeup and crap. This? S'like unwrapping a present, baby."

"Satoru," you choke. It isn't just how he touches you, it's everything. The proximity, the casual way he says the most scummy things you've heard in your life and says them like they're just simple facts.

"Normally, I'd tell someone to stop playing so hard to get after so many times. But you're special, y'know." Two fingers push your lower lip down and slide in slowly, running over your gums before violating your mouth further. "This bitchy attitude only makes me wanna have you more." He waits, waits for you to gag, to choke on his fingers and look up at him with watery, pleading eyes before he removes his fingers and slots his lips over yours.

When Gojo kisses you, it's not demanding so much as needy. For someone who already has an ego that's sky high, he still seems to want you to stroke it, and nothing strokes his ego more than the noises you make unwillingly. Every little gasp, whimper, sharp breath, he swallows possessively, as he drags his nails gently along your lower back, making you squirm closer to his mouth to get away.

He plays you like you're his favorite instrument. And he knows exactly which strings to pluck.

His tongue nips at your teeth playfully, and that's when you pull away, summoning up whatever remaining courage you have. "Someone's going to come down this way," you beg, because the only thing you haven't experienced yet is being fucked with an audience, and you're not eager to change that. "Please, Sato—"

"It's okay." The fingers that were just in your mouth a few seconds ago now slide down your waist and under your jeans, nudging them down. "Don't need any foreplay. Been hard since you walked into the library, sweetness. And I bet you've just been dripping playing tag with me. I promise one of these days you'll get to be it," he mocks, as his other hand undoes his belt.

Tears spring to your eyes, but Gojo kisses them off your eyebags before they can fall too far. "You're so tired," his voice coos, "m'gonna make it all better. I'll make you feel so good."

His hand twists into your hair, yanking it back in a single motion that must be gentle for him, but it's rough for you. It's the sting in your scalp that you focus on as he takes your hand and wraps it around his cock, making you jerk him off in preparation. It's the one thing he always demands, claiming he can't get off unless he gets to feel your touch first. Bullshit.

Once he's satisfied, Gojo moves your hand away, intertwining your fingers and placing them on the shelf next to your head as he guides his dick to your leaking pussy, sliding the first inch in with a hiss.

Praise drips from him easily like this, when he has you between him and any hard surface. The individual shelves hurt your back, but less so when he slides an arm around you, pulling you closer as he pushes in with one lazy thrust.

"Ah!" your cry catches in your throat, but he bites you, groaning with your lip caught between his teeth. He pulls out and thrusts again, and your tear slips down to your mouth this time, where he licks it off.

"God," he compliments, developing a pace that's fast but not fast enough, not fast enough to ensure you won't get caught or to make you cum, "so fuckin' glad I don't let anyone else fuck you. This cunt's only for me, yeah? Belongs to me?" When you don't answer, too focused on the feeling of him filling you, leaving you empty, and then filling you again, he speeds up. To Gojo, the more you struggle to give him what he wants, the more fair it is to make it harder.

The shelf shakes as he loves you against it, it won't fall but you fantasize about him being crushed under it anyways. Then you think about being buried under with him, completely in his clutches with no telling when you'd be able to get out, and you clench around him, eyes rolling back.

"You think there's cameras in here?" he pants, digging his nails into your skin again. The pads of his fingers press roughly under your shirt, sure to leave even more bruises for him to lavish with his tongue later, whenever he pleases. "Think someone'll see you getting railed and jack off to it? I know I would, baby. If I only got you on camera I'd be fuckin' my hand and coming on your face every night. Lucky me," he gasps, and you feel him swell inside you, "that I got the real thing all to myself."

You hate how much his voice and his words affect you, how much each filthy thought of his makes your pussy practically gush for him as one of your own fingers rubs over your clit frantically. Each squelching sound makes him more feral, till he's rattling you against the shelf, every thrust of his hips growing more frantic and more desperate.

"I'm almost there, sweetness." Gojo reaches up and squishes your cheeks together, blues blown out as he kisses your puckered lips one more time. "Answer my question, baby. Tell me whose cunt this is so I can blow my load in it. C'mon, fuck, tell me."

You let out a sob that hiccups into a moan, force out, "Yours," and cum.

Gojo whines, thrusting one, two, three more times before he's coming too, filling you up with each jerk of his hips. His head falls onto your shoulder, panting on your neck. Your turtleneck is entirely too warm now, and useless to boot. Cum drips from your pussy; Gojo slides two fingers against your hole as he pulls out, sticking them in your mouth, just at your tongue this time. You taste him and yourself, and even though he's not forcing them in further this time, you still feel like gagging.

He takes them out, then places them in his own mouth, sucking them off and groaning at the taste.

As he tucks himself back in his pants, he runs a hand through his hair, setting it back into place before dropping a kiss to your cheek. Your tears have dried now, and you're trying to ignore his cum leaking onto your panties as you pull your jeans up. You don't even want to think about how you look, or about how you'll bring yourself to another orgasm tonight thinking of this, albeit not one as good.

Patting your hip, Gojo flashes you his best grin. "See you next time, sweetness. Maybe tomorrow?" Without waiting for your reaction, he strolls off, a single hand raised in goodbye.

Wiping at your cheeks and taking out your phone, you release an angry sniff, penciling it in.

[thecreatureinthewoods]

allegiences

Thunderclan

Leader:

Lynxstar- pale gray she-cat with amber eyes

Apprentice, Opalpaw

Deputy:

Acaciaheart- dark brown tom

Medicine cat:

Finchflower- light brown she-cat

Warriors:

Lavenderstorm- dark gray tom

Shrewtail- dark brown tom

Apprentice, Hailpaw

Spottedtail- white she-cat with a dappled tail

Mousecatcher- white tom

Apprentice, Foxpaw

Queens:

Otterchaser- dark brown she-cat

Braveheart- black she-cat

Elders:

Littlelily- white she-cat

Runningcloud- white tom

Mintclaw- gray tom

Jasmineheart- black she-cat

Apprentices:

Opalpaw- pale orange she-cat

Hailpaw- white tom

Foxpaw- orange and white she-cat

Kits:

Snowkit- white and black she-cat

Yarrowkit- black tom

Glowkit- light brown tom

Windclan-

Leader:

Moonstar- dark gray tom

Deputy:

Willowheart- light brown she-cat

Medicine cat:

Longpelt- white tom

Apprentice, Hopepaw

Warriors:

Ratclaw- black tom

Paleshade- very pale brown she-cat

Apprentice, Sparrowpaw

Fernflower- dark brown she-cat

Icepelt- blue gray tom

Apprentice, Sunpaw

Queens:

Silvereyes- white she-cat with gray eyes

Shadetail- black she-cat

Elders:

Moorcloud- dark gray tom

Daffodilheart- pale yellow she-cat

Toadchaser- black tom

Apprentices:

Hopepaw- pale yellow she-cat

Sparrowpaw- light brown she-cat

Sunpaw- golden tom

Kits:

Tallkit- black and white Tom

Mistkit- black and white she-cat

Oddkit- black tom

Leafkit- white she-cat

Riverclan-

Leader:

Crowstar- pale gray tom

Apprentice, Quailpaw

Deputy:

Irisheart- black she-cat

Medicine cat:

Tawnyspots- tortoiseshell she-cat

Warriors:

Houndchaser- white she-cat

Apprentice, Adderpaw

Cobrabite- black tom

Sandrunner- pale yellow tom

Apprentice, Darkpaw

Heatherpool- dark brown she-cat

Queens:

Fireflower- orange she-cat

Brightpath- white she-cat

Doecatcher- light brown she-cat

Elders:

Rowanscar- dark brown scarred she-cat

Frogtail- black tom

Moonstripe- gray tabby she-cat

Apprentices:

Quailpaw- thin gray tom

Adderpaw- white she-cat

Darkpaw- black tom

Kits:

Songkit- light brown she-cat

Toadkit- light brown tom

Whitekit- white she-cat

Shadowclan-

Leader: 

Sorrelstar- light brown she-cat

Deputy:

Foxchaser- orange tom

Medicine cat:

Sparrowcall

Apprentice, Robinpaw

Warriors:

Pipitcatcher- lean black tom

Jasmineflower- white she-cat

Apprentice, Asterpaw

Whitetalon- white tom

Mistletoeheart- blue-gray tom

Apprentice, Pansypaw

The mysterious clans:

Elmclan-

Leader:

Shadestar- black non-binary cat

Deputy:

Oddpool- white she-cat

Medicine cat:

Sheepfur- white fluffy tom

Warriors:

Dreamrunner- black she-cat

Apprentice, Foxglovepaw

Embertail- orange she-cat

Queens:

Rabbitleap- trans cream colored tom

Songflower- black she-cat

Elders:

Browntail- dark brown she-cat

Monarchchaser- orange she-cat

Blackpelt- black tom

Kits:

Silentkit- mute white tom

Moonkit- white tom

Solacekit- gray she-cat

Puffinkit- black and white Tom

Apprentices:

Foxglovepaw- black tom

Batclan-

Leader-

Finchstar- ginger tom

Deputy-

Heatherheart- dark brown she-cat

Medicine cat:

Quietcall- white tom

Apprentice, Mintpaw

Warriors:

Thornheart- black tom

Hornetclaw- black and white Tom

Apprentice, Willowpaw

Glowflower- white she-cat

Cobracatcher- brown she-cat

Apprentice, Fireflypaw

Queens:

Fallingsong- pale blue-gray she-cat

Tawnytail- brown patchy she-cat

Apprentices:

Mintpaw- black tom

Willowpaw- white she-cat with brown patches

Fireflypaw- ginger she-cat

Kits:

Mudkit- brown tom

Moorkit- brown she-cat

Elders:

Runningheart- black tom

Quillclaw- black she-cat

Raccoonclan-

Leader-

Ravenstar- black tom

Deputy-

Redface- white tom with a reddish brown face

Medicine cat-

Sorrelsnow- white she-cat

Warriors:

Fernmask- reserved brown she-cat

Apprentice, Troutpaw

Berrycreek- white tom

Nightrunner- black she-cat

Apprentice, Vulturepaw

Smallfern- light brown striped tom

Queens:

Sandfur- pale yellow tom

Elders:

Gooseclaw- black tom

Feathercreek- white she-cat

Leopardpetal- white she-cat

Apprentices:

Troutpaw- gray tom

Vulturepaw- black tom

Kits:

Squidkit- black tom

Twilightkit- black she-cat

Dragonflyclan-

Leader- 

Goosestar- white tom

Deputy-

Inkpelt- black non-binary cat

Medicine cat-

Swiftcloud- white she-cat

Warriors-

Bluestorm- blue-gray tom

Ravenfrost- pale gray she-cat

Hornetcatcher- pale yellow tom

Apprentice, Ashpaw

Daffodilheart- golden tom

Queens:

Tigerflower- light brown she-cat

Peppermintheart- gray she-cat

Elders:

Mistletoeclaw- black tom

Fogtail- white she-cat

Owlfur- dark brown tom

Apprentices:

Ashpaw- dark brown tom

Kits:

Lavenderkit- dark brown she-cat

Cadencekit- dark brown she-cat

Cats outside the clans-

Athena- a sweet calicokittypet who has begun to have strange dreams 

Yarrow- born a clan kit but exiled at a young age due to their parents breaking the warrior code repeatedly, he resents the clan cats.

Twig- a small dark brown kit who hangs out with the barn cats

Hades- blue-gray tom with no respect for others

[justgoji]

Me: The game Mouse Catcher makes me upset because I associate it with something that has ruined my life, which makes me unable to enjoy or even look at it, so I’ll just block the tags! *adds mouse catcher to blocked tags*

Tumblr tags getting in my feed and aren’t blocked: mousecatcher, m0us3c@tch3r, mouse capturer

Me: ...

[everybody-hit-the-pyro-cue]

fucking louie????? Okay the8 might be an improvement sorry I don't think I'd ever be able to look at him without thinking of Donald ducks' nephew

Mr infinity on his way to save carats wallets by telling them there are infinite ways to make their own merch (print your own photocards guys 🫶🫶🫶)

YEA WHAT'S UP WITH THE8

at least i'm happy that no one in the group ended up being called (T-)Rex i don't know if i would be able to handle that emotionally lmao

*squinting suspiciously at lee chan* I feel like we were. Very close to having that as a reality

Anyway yeah no he's just minghao sorry

[natashafredrickson]

Found a strange looking bird in the birdbath hmmm....🤔🤔 She's so funny, follows us around like a puppy, a fierce protector of the pumpkins and bringer of presents 🤮🤢🐁🐁 At least my tomatoes are safe this year!!♥️ . . . #AbbytheTabby #gardenguardian #mousecatcher #snacklover #cats #kitten #pets #californiagarden #zone9garden #zone9 #garden #california #gardenlife #pumpkins #teampixel #mygarden #dreamgarden #growsomething #organicgardening #summer #august #islandgirl #SoCal #losangeles (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSSJ-24py0K/?utm_medium=tumblr

[parisfind]

The cat that regularly roams the Parc Georges-Brassens sun bathing on the hills in the park behind the vineyard in Paris, 15th arrondissement. . . . #Paris #parcgeorgesbrassens #15emearrondissement #cat #mousecatcher #parisjetaime #parislife #parisart #parispark #parismonamour #parismaville #parisgram #parislove #pariscity #villedeParis #pandemicparis #Iloveparis #parisfind (at Parc Georges-Brassens) https://www.instagram.com/p/CH5suFghd17/?igshid=mx9sjxb8oyef

[cookingwithkimberly]

Yup, new #mousetraps in... a whole set of them! These are the easiest I've ever used - with a bait "bowl", and you simply use the lever, to latch it, and set it easily... When it catches a mouse, you do not have to touch it. It's just as easy as setting the trap. Pull the back lever & it releases it, making it easy to dispose of. Great price too - from @aspectek.official ! #aspectek #mousetrap #pestcontrol #pests #rodents #homesteading #sorrymice #housewares #howtocatchmice #mousecatcher #mousecontrol #undercontrol #gardening #ithappens #ishhappens https://www.instagram.com/p/CTKIg30rLL2/?utm_medium=tumblr

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Royal mousecatcher scene excellent

Father son fencing scene excellent

Now I’m on the Cinderella 3 A Twist in Time movie

[gorilla-astro]

Charli! She is growing! Getting longer and wider. Such a sweet kitty kitty #catsofinstagram #cats #rescuecat #garfield #mondays #lasagna #meow #lovemycat #petsarefriends #catsarefriends #keykey #feedme #hungry #bugdestroyer #mousecatcher #catnip #scratchingpost #fatcat #metal #coffee #OPTeam #astrokitty https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx7kMyalpCT/?igshid=1on4c9w6jj2te

[bensonpod7]

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#HandsomeCat was waiting for me at the tram stop with a present 😻🎁🐭 #mousecatcher

[talvin-muircastle]

FELINE PROBLEMS!

WHY DO I KEEP THESE TWO ON THE PAYROLL! THE MOUSE CHARGED, AND THEY RAN!

[lord-briarwood]

I took the matter (and mouse) into my own hands and the situation is now resolved.

A mouse got inside the apt. It's hiding in the couch. The cat refuses to do anything abt it. I'm firing him.

[jesserantsaboutwarriors]

Changes in cannon for my Rewrite/Au for ThunderClan/Forest Camp

*NOTE:* The prequel books (super editions, novellas, field guides, etc are completely discarded in this AU, ages, relations, and names will most likely be changed for most cats

Name Changes:

Bluestar -> Sleetfall

Spottedleaf -> Leafshade

One-Eye -> Fawntrail

Lionheart -> Liondapple

Leopardfoot -> Martenleap

Tigerclaw -> Tigerstrike

Darkstripe -> Starlingswoop

Whitestorm -> Mallowstorm

Mosskit -> Chervilblossom

Longtail -> Rushtail

Mousefur -> Laurelswipe

Willowpelt -> Willowtuft

Dustpaw -> Basilpaw

Graypaw -> Kitepaw

Speckletail -> Cloudcatcher

Goldenflower -> Aspenleaf

Frostfur -> Asterdawn

Brindleface -> Iriscloud

Dappletail -> Turtleshell

Smallear -> Beechmask

Halftail -> Sedgetail

Moonflower -> Duskflower

Stormtail -> Stagcharge

Snowfur -> Snowfeather

Mistlekit -> Chervilkit

Swiftbreeze -> Swiftgaze

Adderfang -> Adderstrike

Mistkit -> Mirekit

Nightkit -> Petuniakit

Family Tree Changes:

Sleetstar is still the daughter of Duskflower and Stagcharge as well as the sister to Snowfeather, all of whom are deceased at the start of the AU. However, she is mates with Stormstone (Crookedstar) and has two separate litters with him, both of which get transferred to River's Camp, the kits being Mistypounce and Stonedive (1st litter) and Silverstream, Shellkit, and Ploverkit (Shell and Plover passed as kits).

Redtail is still mates with Iriscloud in this AU, and father's Ashkit, Tulipkit, and Fernkit (Elderkit doesn't exist lol). His parentage has changed however, his mother is Rosetail and his father is Tawnyspots. He has two deceased siblings, Olivekit and Sloekit.

Leafshade's family is completely different from cannon. She is the daughter of Fawntrail and Beechmask, as well as the sister to Laurelswipe.

Liondapple's family remains decently similar to his cannon family tree. He is still mates with Asterdawn, but he only fathers Brightkit, Thornkit, and Brackenkit. His parentage has also changed, he is now the child of Turtleshell and a deceased tom named Sycamoretooth. He also remains the brother to Aspenleaf.

Martenleap remains as a child of Swiftgaze and Adderstrike, however she is mates with Thrushpelt and is the mother to Starlingswoop and Magpiewing (an OC). She does have two deceased siblings Chipmunkpaw and Mousecatcher.

Tigerstrike is still the son of Pinestar, however his mother is an OC named Frondpelt with his dead siblings Mirekit and Petuniakit.

Starlingswoop is the son of Martenleap and Thrushpelt as well as the brother to Magpiewing. He does end up fathering Ravenpaw with his mate Nettleglare.

Mallowstorm is the son of Snowfeather and Thistlepounce, just like in cannon, however he has a sister based on Mosskit named Chervilblossom.

Chervilblossom mothered Kitepaw with her mate whom passed, Elkleg.

Basilpaw is the son of two of my OCs Firrush and Driftsnap. Notably he is the grandson of Sunstar on Firrush's side.

Rushtail is the son of Sedgetail and a deceased OC named Cherrytail.

Willowtuft is the child of Cloudcatcher and a loner at the barn named Thatcher, she has a few deceased siblings named Bloomkit, Flaxkit, and Podpaw.

Runningwind has two named parents, Elmleg and Wrengaze both of whom are dead. He is also the father to Sandpaw, Cinderkit, Swiftkit, and Lynxkit as well as being mates with Aspenleaf.

Asterdawn is the child of Featherwhisker and Stemfall (OC)

Iriscloud is the kit of two loners named Leonora and Ragweed, she also has a sister who remains a loner named Burnet.

If you have any questions relating to the family trees please do submit a question in my ask box. I love and welcome questions. :)

[reneesbooks]

15 Questions for Keelan O'Leyne

thank you to @serenanymph for tagging me <3 keelan is from my wip the knight of lacuna lake

Are you named after anyone?

My grandfather, I think. I don't actually remember, my parents didn't talk about it much.

When was the last time you cried?

Last week, probably. I don't really keep track. Is that a thing that people keep track of?

Do you have kids?

No. I am a sword shield to the queen, so I likely will never have children.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No. Insincerity bores me.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

How close they are to Queen Maura. Then their voice.

What’s your eye color?

Green.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don't know what a movie is, but life is scary enough. Happy endings could be possible.

Any special talents?

I can make rope out of grapevines and tie a cherry stem with my tongue. Unrelated talents.

Where were you born?

Leyne. It was a beautiful town before the raiders came. My father was a winemaker and my mother and I helped him tend the fields. It's all gone now, though.

What are your hobbies?

*whispering to Maura* what is a hobby?

Have you any pets?

Once there was a bat that had made a nest in the rafters of the guards' barracks. I named him Batthew. I think the mousecatcher killed him. That or one of the kitchen cats.

What sports do you play/have played?

Does swordfighting count? I haven't won any tournaments, but I'm considered pretty good.

How tall are you?

Tall enough to be a royal guard.

Favorite subject in school?

We had a one-room schoolhouse in Leyne and the teacher was Old Haidi, who couldn't remember what she had for breakfast, much less what we were supposed to be learning. I spent a lot of time in school practicing swordplay with the other boys while Old Haidi rambled about her third husband.

Dream job?

I'm the Knight of Lacuna Lake, the most trusted advisor to the queen and head of the royal guard. I spend all day protecting my queen. I have my dream job.

I do kind of miss farming, though.

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Sorry! Gross out alert, don't go on if you don't want to. But I want to point out the fantastic work my landlady's cats are doing around here. She takes care of a few strays & they regularly kill mice & especially young rats around the property, & have a habit of stacking their kills under her car.They won't let me pet them , their ears are kinda bitten up , but I will stack them up against anybody's fat old housecat any day. They're my heroes. #cats #mousecatching https://www.instagram.com/p/B-5a15Chzwh/?igshid=101en824efzqa