#wcat

[theseratio]

London Stock Exchange Wildcat Petroleum Plc advisor Olinga Taeed (blockchain expert to governments, UHNWI, Vatican, UN, corporates including WCAT) will give a presentation at the end of the AGM 22 Dec 2023. https://www.wildcatpetroleum.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2023/11/RNS-6179T-Notice-of-AGM.pdf He will give an overview of Blockchain and its possible application as relating to WCAT. Non-shareholders welcome

[wcat-pune]

To satisfy the growing demand, by 2038, the country's aircraft fleet is anticipated to grow fourfold to about 2500 aircraft. The government has also pledged to build 100 additional airports by 2024 of the Ude Desh ka Aam Nagrik (UDAN) scheme. The air fleet number is also expected to increase from 600 to 1200. India is currently the seventh largest civil aviation market in the world and is expected to become the third-largest civil aviation market within the next 10 years.

[gabbyp09]

[arachnid-teeth]

Sometimes I hope for a DBDA S2 just so ppl would move on from the cat king PLEASE I HATE HIS GUTS WHY IS HE IN SO MUCH FANART

[jadestoners]

ivypool

[grossrottie]

I am suffering from a terminal case of Breezepelt x Lionblaze brainrot. I love that it is one of your ships. I would love to hear your thoughts on them!

YESYEYESSSS ONE OF MY FAV SHIPS

I really need to finish updating all my posts to be tagged properly, I have some juicy posts abt some ships but I didn’t think to tag them way back when.

OKAY SO.

I love the idea of Breezepelt being oblivious of his own feelings. He’s been angry since before he was a ‘paw, and most of his initial emotions turn angry. Humiliation? Anger. Fear? Anger. Disapproval? Anger. Loneliness? Anger. Jealousy? You’ve guessed it: anger.

It’s safer to feel angry than it is to confront the initial, true emotion that curdled in his stomach.

He glares across the island during gatherings, enraged by the audacity of Lionblaze.

Breezepelt has never had a father’s love. He’s never had a clan that supported him. He’s never had cats who roll their eyes affectionately at his rudeness. So when he sees the Three, looking as happy as ever across the island, he’s enraged. If he looked closer at himself, he might have recognized the sharp twinge of jealousy in his heart. But he didn’t.

He sees Brambleclaw, the proud deputy of the clan, and he hates the Three for having a loving father figure. (He isn’t close enough to see the distance between the Three and their adopted father after the secret came out and everyone learned of their true parentage).

Then he starts seeing Lionblaze sitting beside Cinderheart at gatherings, and a new type of anger curls in Breezepelt’s belly. It’s different, more intense, and with a jealousy that Breezepelt finally can’t ignore. Cue an “oh my god I can’t be attracted to my half-littermate” realization.

Or!!! I think I’ve rambled before about Breezepaw and Lionpaw becoming a secret ‘thing’ during their apprentice age, with Breezepaw taking Heatherpaw’s place in the tunnel arc.

They’re a secret couple for a while, until the secret comes out at a gathering and Lion (I think he’s Lionblaze at this point? Correct me if I’m wrong) looks across the island to see Breezepelt staring at him with a dropped jaw.

They hold each other’s gaze for a moment, both reeling with the sudden knowledge as the island explodes with yowls and gasps from the gathered cats.

Then Breezepelt turns and walks away. He assumes that Lion wants nothing to do with him now.

Lionblaze feels sick. He takes Breezepelt’s retreat as a silent break-up. The ANGST. I should go hunt down that post. Or did I turn it into a fic?? I’m not sure!!

[halfpigeon]

I'm terrible at sharing my thoughts clearly but like does anybody else think that the way clanlife is written in the books drives characters to end up feeling isolated despite being surrounded by others???

[noxchievous]

Decided my weed-smoking warrior cats OCs deserved a redesign

[analogasmateyborde]

[spicy-pears]

Hi!!!

I saw you were in the middle of writing a series. So I'm not sure you'll even take this request. But I saw the Maxxxine trailer and I really want a 80's themed johnny smut.

I know it sounds weird but just hear me out! 🤣

𝟙𝟡𝟠𝟞

𝚆𝙲: 1.4 𝚔

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙲𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, ���𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙳𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑/𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚡.

𝚆𝙽: 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎-𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚋 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝.

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 80'𝚜, 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 80'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍❣️

"This is channel 8; WCAT- TV, West Lake, Austin. This is the beginning of our nightly broadcast-" 

Colorful luminescence painted your small face. As the humid night breeze kissed your soft skin, adorning your soft angelic features with a rosy hue. The Texan air remained oppressive and dry even with the swelting sun shrouded under the starry horizon.

Yet, there you firmly stood. Attentively drawn to one of the many neatly stacked TV screens. Displayed behind the unclouded storefront window. Obnoxiously advertised with oversized retro price tags.

You almost felt guilty as you stood there. freely observing the news, with no intention of buying one. 

Nonetheless, your fingertips anxiously reached out for your chest. Seeking comfort from the gold cross, hanging from your beloved prayer necklace. petrified by the ominous name stretched across the screen, “Night stalker”. Looking upon the name was enough to make your stomach churn.

While fear held you still on that little crowded strip of sidewalk. Your round lips skewed with abhorrence, as uncensored crime scene photos were flashed upon the screen. 

Each brief photo was more unnerving than the last. Some were more gruesome than the last, prompting your gaze to deter. 

For once you were thankful for living in a small southern town. Leagues and miles away from surreal Hollywood horrors. 

Little did you know, Texas had its own slasher.

Maybe you should've turned your nose up at him, judged him solely off his roughed-up denim and torn-up blackened tee. 

Hell, you could've told him to piss off. After pretty boy "conveniently" bumped into you for the third time tonight.

But you were too kind, an element his chaotic life lacked much of. An element he felt he deserved.

"Hey there, You alright? I can give you a ride home if you need it doll." 

Dark jade metallic paint, worn and embellished with bubbling surface rust. The timeworn appearance of Johnny’s beloved Ford pickup didn't alarm you at first. Most four-wheelers in Central Texas were also well-loved. Some were practically tin cans on wheels, worse for wear. 

 Thus, you foolishly continued to trust him.

Until you were met with the pungent scent of sickeningly sweet, aged blood. Radiating from inside his raggedy little pickup. 

Nonetheless, the stale scent was soon overshadowed by the addictive signature of your fresh crimson. As it seeped into the truck's dark vinyl leather seat. Collecting every drop of blood that Streamed down the plush of your thigh.

Leaking from the dark scarlet void, Pierced into your hip. Repayment for the pristine mark of your teeth, deeply embedded upon Johnny’s scar-kissed hand.

While you battled with the intense pain, Johnny’s blackened leer studied your body. Although you were raised to behave and dress modestly, the Texan heat truly did you no favors.

Your dewy skin rendered your once modest sun dress, skin-tight. The soft cotton grew translucent as it snuggly hugged around your gorgeous waist. Presenting a tempting view of your plush thighs.

“That was real cute doll…” Johnny’s aggressive southern twang caused every word to rumble down from his chest to his core. With his dominant hand pressed on the small of your back, Pinning your pain-struck body down in place.

Callously forcing you to rely your weight and stability upon your elbows. And injured leg, while pressing your small face against the blood-stained vinyl.

The way your gorgeous gray eyes glimmered with each wave of pain, fed Johnny’s sadistic desire to hurt you further. Thirsting to see your small frame broken and trembling under him.

“Since you want to bite like a bitch, I’ll treat you like one.” His vague threat and condescending tone made you realize the precarious position he forced you into.  The increasingly rough grip upon you your ass acted as your only warning.

Before abruptly lifting your plush ass upwards. Mercilessly rocking your body downwards, flush against his navel. Carving his way through the soft plush of your inner thighs. A breathless moan escaped your lungs, as his tip playing against your sensitive clit. Was enough to send you over the edge alone, your body instantly falling into submission. Your back now lax, lewdly arching downwards.

Your cries were the sweetest, as they brought a heartless grin playing across his lips. Sadistically drowned in your symphony of angelic whines and pained whimpers. His thrusts grew slow and subtle, his smokey gaze examining his cream covered length. Glistening with each stroke against your needy cunt, embracing the fat middle of his cock between your wet slit.

Suddenly, you’d let out a pained cry, which hitched into a stressed hiss. “That’s it…” Johnny’s charming voice began to taunt you, as his dominant hand grasped your injured hip. Your addictive crimson pooled upon his palm, wasting through his fingers. Your knuckles began to turn white, as you dug your fists into the leather for comfort and stability.

Regardless, with thick cock-dunk tears clouding your view. Your body still refused to go limp, denying him the satisfaction of seeing you broken. All the while shooting a defiant glare toward him.

Promptly his rhythm would come to a pause, while inconspicuously moving your panties to the side. While letting out a short dry chuckle into the night air, “Don’t worry, I love a bitch with some fight left em.”.

Your precious eyes would widen, accompanied by a soft gasp. Feeling his tip prying at your tight gummy entrance, causing a series of sweet whimpers to fall from your full lips. ”Aww, come on I know your tougher than that!” Johnny's tone grew husky with lust, His aggressive twang now deeper.

 Mercilessly jerking his hips, sinking his thick length deep inside your unprepared cunt. His size overwhelmed you, as an intense flutter climbed up your spine. Stretching you out more than you’d ever been, his tip kissing your gummy cervix.

Your pathetic scream was drowned out, as his blood-soaked hand covered your mouth. Yet, with tears multiplying on your lash line. You’d shamelessly let out a whine from stifled pleasure.

“What? My bitch can't wait?” Johnny cruelly barked, addressing your desperation with a mocking tone. All the while slipping off his torn-up shirt, making sure to keep his cock warm and buried deep in your cunt.

Although his scar-kissed frame was now free of his shirt, he continued to deny you. Giving you tortuously slow strokes, enjoying how your face skewed with desperation and frustration.

“P-please- “Your round lips parted, spilling out needy cock-drunk pleas. Only to be rewarded with a firm grasp around your neck, his hips setting a rough rhythm. You barely had time to brace yourself for his unbearable pace. Your eyes would squeeze shut as your voice began to wear out from singing his praises. Soft wails and angelic screams rippled through the air, filling the isolated car park.

His chest rumbled with a low moan, bouncing you off his thick length at an erratic pace. Watching your plump ass ripple with each thrust, while your breasts bounced in unison. Relishing the lewd symphony of your plush ass roughly meeting his hips and your wet pussy squelching as you milked him. Your hot slick traveled, coating the veins that ran from the base of his cock, down to his balls.   

His pace never faltered, regardless of how your cunt spasmed and clenched around him tight. Your tear-glazed eyes opened wide as your body brutally jolted forward. His erratic pumps grew deeper, slamming against your weakening cervix, pulling at the knot built up at your core. Your breath now staggered and short, gradually growing weak under the firm gasp around your neck.

“I-I can't.” Your body would fall limp, lying down obediently, as your edge came rushing through your small frame. You’d feel Johnny’s weight on top of you, his bulky arms embracing you his impaling thrusts grew languid and sloppy. His frustrated grunt echoed through you as your cunt swallowed around him, milking him dry.

A choked exhale would squeeze out of your bruised vocal cords. Leaving your mindless, with little stars dancing upon your gaze.

“Fuck- “his toned stomach tensed in unison with his contracting balls. Johnny was damn near mindless himself, unknowingly choking you beyond your threshold. Releasing a pleased groan, as he painted your empty womb with thick hot milky ribbons.

The grip on your neck would loosen, prompting you to take in short puffs of air. Doe-eyed you stared back into Johnny’s velvet brown eyes. “I’m afraid yer mines now, I’ll take real good care of you.” His thumb caressed our cheek, painting your small face with your own blood. His lips would uncharacteristically seal his promise with a tender kiss on your cheek.

[applehopshonor]

i just read through all the existing pages of applehop's honor, absolutely love it!!!!! thank you for disabled wcats art. your comic layouts and art style for drawing cats are both fantastic!!!!!!

thank you so much!! <33

[lsdoiphin]

You are absolutely correct, his schedule is excruciatingly planned. Some of it is self-inflicted, some of it is just the result of being heir to a lordship.

He started living an extremely scheduled life while studying for his WCAT (White College Admission Test) and maintained it through his studies at the College of Divine Healing. Once he graduated, he didn't know what to do with the "extra time," so he took on more work to compensate.

On an average day, he is up and dressed long before the servants come to wake him. His days are busy, and so the morning is the only time he gets peace and quiet to himself. Even so, he'll often run out of time and skip breakfast entirely, spending half his day extra sour because he's hungry. As you can imagine, this puts him in a great mood for working with the sick and injured.

Depending on his agenda, his white practitioner duties might take him anywhere in the Boreal South or even adjacent lordships, so of course he has to factor travel time into any plans he makes. On a good day, he's working within his city - the Boreal South capital, Polaris. On a bad day, he could be waking up hours earlier and spending half the day in a carriage, itching because he knows his work day technically hasn't begun.

He'll begin work whenever he reaches his destination. There is often a line formed already, especially if he has traveled far to a populated area. He'll mend bones and tend wounds until around noon when he stops for a quick meal. Then it's back to work...

On the rare occasion that he manages to make it through his duties early, he will steal that time for himself. If he's out of town, he'll sight see. If he's in Polaris, he'll hide in the back room of the clinic (so that no one realizes he's "free" and bothers him) and indulge in some reading or letter writing.

By the time he returns to the Nephthei estate, it's often late. If he's lucky, he's so late that he's missed whatever guests his mother has dragged in for the evening and can avoid being forced to make cold and awkward conversation while hungry and exhausted. Sadly, Lady Nephthei loves hosting and will keep her guests late into the night, so the odds are stacked against him on this one.

As tight as his schedule is, he does make room for leisure time... within very strict time frames.

The few people he's close to find it quite frustrating.

[wc-confessions]

the rise of scourge is really the only wcats book i care about. its not even super compelling or anything its just actually fun to read. i feel like it could be a standalone weird little cat comic and that would be fine

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[ginaluvr]

my fave rina moment from each episode in s3 (excluding ep 1)

3x02: gina watching ricky audition. it was so sweet and she looked so proud of him

3x03: ‘i’m proud of you!’ ricky really showed up and told gina what she wanted to hear because he just knows her so well 🥹

3x04: i love every moment of theirs in this ep including ricky & jet’s convo, but it’s the ‘she’s amazing!’ part. i love this because it totally caught me off guard when first watching. it was the first real, canon display of ricky crushing on gina i was floored

3x05: the ending of wdykal. they stepped SO close to each other that their chests nearly touched, then both stepped back, then smiled, then ricky just completely lost his breath while gina kept smiling at him

3x06: ricky crying and saying he let gina slip away. i love seeing a man suffer over a pretty girl

3x07: oh god all 4 key moments in this episode are perfect but it has to be the wcat stare across the dance floor. because i think that was gina’s ‘oh’ moment. she realised who’s been showing up and staying around for her

3x08: excluding the kiss because it’s obviously the best, it’s kristoff’s lullaby. that’s when everyone realised that ricky doesn’t just care about gina, he loves her. she changed his entire perception of love. it was just magical

if anyone feels like sharing their own opinions on this question go for it i’d love to hear them

[james-beaufort]

Hii! I was rewatching rinas scenes of 3x07 and i realized gina keeps staring at ricky in the scene where her purse falls and they both go down to get it. It might be like a second but ricky looks towards the voice that calls them but gina keeps looking at him and so i was thinking then of the their next scene together in that ep and how gina wants to know what ricky was gonna tell her and i think she didnt believe what he ends up telling her about carlos but she lets it go cause it was a long day for her but she does smile looking back at him when they are leaving. That said, now moving to ep8 and the first scene they have together imo when ricky says about last night... And gina answers then ricky says is this about... And she answers ej right? I think she could be expecting smth else from ricky? Idk maybe im reading too much into it. But anyway my point is imo gina didnt know about rickys feelings until 307 not totally confirmed and then when he looks at her during kristoffs lullaby. And then in the flash forward we dont even see rickys confesion, do you think its gonna be brought up in s4? Imo it couldve been smth ricky confessed at some point during that month, even before they saw the trailer. But anyway when gina says she didnt saw it coming , do you think she saw it during ep 7 and 8. I mean my assumption is she knew about rickys feelings at least done of it in that time jump. What do you think? (Sorry if my thinking out loud is a mess lol)

Hi there - thanks for the ask - always love sharing my thoughts on the show.

So basically, I think that Gina was confused for most of the time. I'm gonna go back a bit to s1 & 2 bc this will help explain my answer a bit more. I think in s1 she knew he had feelings for her, but during s2 when he was with Nini she became convinced she got it wrong and that he never liked her (see when she says "trust me, i've been wrong before").

When we get to s3, gina has convinced herself that there was never anything there and that they were always just friends. So I think she was never looking at ricky as a romantic possibility, even when there was obvious flirting like the hearts racing scene.

I agree with you that in ep 7 gina has her realisation - i think she realised she still likes/loves ricky during wcat. and then in the coat check they share the almost kiss moment and she keeps looking because i think for her, she was realising maybe she wasn't wrong.

In my opinion, during the conversation they have at the end of the episode, she knows what ricky was going to tell her and that what he said about carlos is a lie (making the "there's nothing wrong with a friendly fib" line have a double meaning).

I think in ep 8, the "is this about... ej" both wanted to talk about the almost kiss, but took an easy out to make it about ej instead. While, their feelings are obvious to us the viewers, I think ricky and gina had a lot of trepidation and uncertainty. Ricky had seen gina with ej all season and they only just broke up the night before, he was not going to bring up his feelings if he didn't think she was ready for it (although I do think ricky may have realised in ep 7 that gina might like him back - I feel like that random segment in 'here i come' where he talks to ej and says his night was confusing was about that). Gina at this point doesn't really want to put herself out there, because of what happened last time ("you ever put yourself out there and get nothing back"). I think she is hoping for ricky to jump in and say it is not about ej.

So while, I think gina *knew* ricky had feelings she was confused about it because he never spoke on them. Plus we have the scene where he defends her against Channing, which I think gina took as them just being friends and her getting it wrong again. A lot of people take this scene as gina knowing ricky likes her and is just defending her, but I don't know I just read it as more confusion for her. I think her expression and the way she says "for the first time in forever" is sad and to me it comes across as - now I know where we stand and we are just friends. Then obviously the very next scene is Kristoff Lullaby where Gina 100% knew Ricky was singing to her. To me that was Ricky's confession (he always says it with song).

We might get a little flashback of them during the month in between opening night and the premiere (since Sofia deleted that insta where she had braids, maybe she was filming a flashback?). I don't think this flashback will be a Ricky confession tho, because in my mind that would cheapen/counter the point of Gina's confession. The great part about Gina’s confession is that she was confessing for herself and her own closure, rather than because she knew Ricky liked her.