i want multiple cats

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Two-Tails- They have a incurable weakness for tea and cake.

Moss Spirit- These tricksy cat-like creatures hunt in family groups by weaving illusions of luxurious feasts, and surrounding the area, sleeping still as stone. The moment a creature is lured in to taking a bite of the fake food, the spell is broke, and their eyes open as they leap onto their quarry without mercy.

New Moon Two-Tails- It is said that the very first Two-Tails were crafted from the primal magics within the Thornfens by the first Swarm Queen, the revered Cocoon Mother, as her personal companions.

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So ary had the idea of the third one being a swip swap using drops from the other two. I likes it~! 

Also bonus (from talks with ary, who could not get over her worry on how they would walk on the ground):

((ps I adore my roommate))

I’d like to know what I’ve done to make Tumblr think I want to see Warrior Cats blogs. It keeps suggesting multiple blogs.

I’m not interested, Tumblr, in Watership Down for Cats. I’ve already pledged my eternal allegiance to Redwall. You expect me to turn traitor after almost twenty years? Fuck off.

You Won

Series: Arrow (TV 2012) 

Words: 795

Summary: Felicity wants, no, absolutely needs a cat. Oliver, on the other hand, is not so sure. 

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“Aw, look,” Felicity coos, tightening her grip on Oliver’s hand. 

“Felicity, no!” Oliver groans, dragging her along as she attempts to stop. “You can come back later.” He has been wanting to return home for hours. He absolutely hates the mall. But of course, they had to stop by to pick up some of Felicity’s favourite shampoo. And a new couch pillow. And a blanket to go with it. And some shoes. And those jeans that are most definitely not the same as the one she is wearing. And why not just an entire shopping day while they’re at it? Now that they’re finally leaving, he’s not going to let anything get in his way. Well, except maybe the puppy-dog eyes. 

“C'mon, baby,” she pleads, pulling him back as he attempts to continue walking. He knows that she only calls him ‘baby’ when she wants something. “look at him!” She points to the little kitten in the window of the pet shop, mewling as it snuggles next to another. 

“No, we need to go home,” he replies, tugging at her hand. They are so close to the door! Fifty feet and they are be free. Of course, there is something to stop them. There is always something. He considers dragging her out the door, but he knows that she would never let him hear the end of that. 

“Look at his face,” Felicity says, ignoring Oliver’s protests. 

“It’s a cat. Let’s go." 

"Yeah, let’s go,” she agrees, pulling him into the shoppe. 

“That is not what I meant!” he whimpers, sulkily following her into the pet store. 

“Oliver, it’ll just be a couple minutes." 

"Sure it will,” he mutters under his breath. 

• 

Thirty minutes later, Felicity has fallen in love. “We absolutely need to get him!” she says for the twenty-seventh time. 

“No, we do not,” Oliver growls back, rubbing his eyes and sighing heavily. He knew that he shouldn’t have let her drag him into this place. Now she is attempting to bring home a cat. A cat of all things. 

“But he’s so perfect, Oliver,” she replies, tugging on his arm. “We do not need a cat, nor do we have time for one, Felicity,” he grumbles, eyeing the cat with dislike. 

Felicity opens her mouth as if to argue, but shuts it again quickly. “Okay.” Oliver raises his eyebrows. 

“Okay?" 

"Yep, let’s go home." 

He is a little suspicious at her complete change of mind, but he isn’t going to complain. "Okay,” he says, following her out of the shoppe. 

• 

Twenty-four hours later, Oliver finds out exactly why she let him go home. 

“Look what I have!” Felicity announces as she walks through the doorway. 

Oliver turns around quickly only to see a large pet-carrier. “Felicity, you didn’t …” he trails off, groaning as he realises that she did. 

“This,” she says, pulling the white, blue-eyed kitten out of the carrier, “is Fluffy, whom you have already met. And this,” she pauses for a second, glancing up at Oliver to witness his expression change  from annoyance to horror as she pulls the second kitten out of the box, “is Snowflake." 

Oliver simply stares for a moment, his mouth hanging open. Eventually, he speaks, saying, "I thought we agreed that we didn’t want one cat let alone two!” “Technically, you said that you didn’t want a cat. This is not a cat,” she explains, “these are cats with an ’s.’" 

"Oh, so the obvious response to 'I don’t want a cat’ is to get multiple cats?” he demands, sarcastically. 

“You told me I could come back later. I just assumed you were grumpy yesterday and maybe you’d receive them better today!” He throws his hands out to argue, but Felicity shoves Snowflake into his outstretched arms. 

“What the … Felicity!” he mutters, holding the animal awkwardly away from his body. 

“Isn’t she adorable?” she murmurs, holding Fluffy in her own arms. 

Oliver feels his will crumbling as the little grey cat begins to smuggle against his chest. “Felicity, we don’t have time for cats,” he mutters half-heartedly, trying his best to dislike the kitten. 

She doesn’t respond, but pets the top of Snowflake’s furry head, causing the kitten to purr in Oliver’s arms. 

With that, Oliver suddenly cannot imagine why he would ever object to owning kittens. They really are adorable and it can’t be too much work to take care of them. “Can I see the other one, too?" 

Felicity smiles triumphantly. "Of course,” she replies, setting the other purring fur-ball into his hand. 

“I guess we can keep them,” he mumbles, not quite ready to admit it out loud. 

“What was that?” Felicity asks, raising her eyebrows. 

He glares at her teasingly. “You won. We can keep them." 

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Author’s Note + Tagging under the cut!

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