RatFromTheTrash

─•~❉ Kitty & Co. Grand Opening! ❉~•─ Are you feeling overwhelmed by the demands of day-to-day life? Do you have a taste for noming in delectable snacks and treats? Is your heart captivated by the enchanting allure of feline companionship? Look no further than Kitty & Co! Immerse yourself in a haven where scrumptious delights abound, accompanied by a delightful assembly of adorable kitties to keep you company during your culinary escapades. Kitty & Co. is carefully designed to provide solace and relaxation to all who seek a moment of peace. And what better way to unwind than in the company of our charming feline friends? Each cat holds a distinctive set of quirks, traits, and irresistible charm, guaranteeing a truly enchanting experience. -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ .•° ✿ Our Cats! ✿ °•. Sir Purrito II 'Here lies a captivating little ginger cat, its tranquil gaze capturing the attention of all who stroll by. Encircling the kitty's neck is a delicate light blue collar, adorned with a name tag in the shape of a paw. Suspended from the collar, the tag proudly bears the name ‘Sir Purrito II.’ This feline possesses warmth and affection, embracing every pat with a purr, and may even return the gesture with a gentle paw of its own.' [!] Sir Purrito II's info all seems to have been removed... Latte 'Upon a shelf perches a grey cat, her eyes filled with a judging gaze that scrutinizes all who pass by. Adorning her neck is a magenta collar, complete with a charming fish-shaped name tag. Engraved upon the nametag is the name 'Latte.' This enchanting feline graciously tolerates gentle strokes and is always ready to engage in a staring contest with anyone who looks at her for too long.' ~Staring Competition Wins~ Latte - 2 Challenger - 2 Purrsephone 'Perched on a high shelf, an aloof calico kitty rests, its captivating yet cautious canary yellow gaze warily watching as people walk in and out from the shop. Around this kitty’s neck is a dainty pink collar, along with a little cat head-shaped name tag with the name ‘Purrsephone.’ This kitty is the most distant out of the group, not the most fond of cuddles, but will be willing to let a few loving touches caress her fur, given there’s a few treats to entice her. If the kitty does get closer to someone, she may show her affection with a rub or a bump against the fortunate recipient.' Dave 'Resting comfortably on its back, a large calico cat catches your attention. This feline can often be found in deep slumber or lounging around leisurely. Around its neck is an orange collar adorned with a cute nametag shaped like a treat, engraved with the name 'Dave.' Despite being somewhat aloof towards affection, this kitty may occasionally respond with a gentle meow. However, when it comes to mealtime and treats, this feline will undoubtedly become your best friend.' -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ .•° ✿ Our Menu! ✿ °•. Wheat Be Cute Together ʕʔ This is the perfect choice for anyone looking to indulge in a scrumptious treat. Whether you're sharing it with your oblivious crush or a special someone, this bread is sure to impress with its perfect combination of crunchy crust and soft, airy center that creates a delightful texture in every bite. Chocolate? Here you bar •ᴗ• Savor the delectable flavors of this chocolate bar as it melts in your mouth, revealing a perfect balance of sweetness and bitterness, accompanied by subtle hints of vanilla and nuttiness. Unwrapping the cloth packaging to reveal the smooth and creamy texture, each bite will tantalize your taste buds, making this the ultimate snack, whether you're a chocolate lover or just looking for a special treat! Fudge you! ˃ ⤙ ˂ The perfect chocolate fudge cake for when you're a little mad at someone and need a delicious way to tell them! Moist and decadent, this cake is baked to perfection, every bite of this rich chocolate cake is a heavenly delight, as the fudgy texture melts in your mouth, releasing the intense chocolate flavor, even when you're feeling a little bit angry. Love at first bite ♡ This is a cookie that will capture your heart from the very first bite! Shaped like a heart, this cookie is not only adorable but also perfect for sharing with your loved ones or enjoying on your own. Its crispy exterior and soft, chewy center make for a delightful texture, while the premium ingredients used to make it result in an irresistible flavor. Whether you're looking for a special treat for yourself or a gift for someone you care about, this cookie is the perfect choice. -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Feel free to drop on by and pay the kitties a visit!

In the ancient realm of Almaris, on a fateful night in Nor'asath, when darkness blanketed the land, a baby Maehr was born into a world teetering on the edge of chaos. This child, named Uhier, carried a weighty purpose of his name - ‘To Seek.’ The first years of Uhier's life were seemingly ordinary, akin to any other Maehr child at the time. He reveled in the love of his Clan and family, finding solace in the confines of his cozy room and the companionship of his loyal animal friends. But fate had a cruel twist in store for young Uhier. When he reached the tender age of six, a seemingly innocent hunting trip with his mother turned into a nightmare that would forever haunt him. Amidst the solemn act of making an offering to Votar, the Spirit of the Hunt, an unforeseen malevolence intervened. A woman, her blonde hair contrasting sharply with her dull blue eyes, abruptly snatched Uhier by his hair, tearing him away from his distraught mother. A dagger pressed against his throat, his innocence shattered at the hands of a stranger. Though he managed to escape her clutches, the trauma etched its mark on his soul, forever shadowing his every step. Two years later, as Uhier frolicked through the streets of Nor'asath with his mother, a sinister omen befell them. His Uncle Namo fell victim to an inexplicable horror. Blood, crimson and merciless, poured from Namo's eyes, mouth, nose, staining the once-vibrant ground with macabre intensity. Helpless and wide-eyed, the eight-year-old Uhier bore witness to this nightmarish spectacle, his youthful innocence waning in the face of such brutality. But the onslaught of adversity was far from over. Around the age of ten, a relentless wave of Mori attacks ravaged their homeland. Forced to abandon their cherished home, Uhier and countless others became refugees, constantly haunted by the looming threat of annihilation. In the midst of this turmoil, Uhier found brief respite, an eerie calm before the next storm, his mind consumed by the relentless anticipation of the next onslaught. By the time he reached thirteen, Almaris succumbed entirely to the relentless tide of darkness. Uhier sought refuge in the depths of the underground, spending the year navigating the caves. Within the confines of the subterranean realm, he offered aid in the clinic, witnessing the gradual descent of his friend Blume into madness, a helpless bystander to her deteriorating sanity. Emerging from the depths, Uhier divided his time between The Hunters Lounge and The Mothers Grove camp, shouldering the responsibility of caring for the other children despite his tender age of fourteen. At fifteen, he faced yet another perilous encounter. A Throqal attack left him on the precipice of death, scars etching his left side as a permanent reminder of that harrowing day. These relentless trials, one after another, accumulated, festering like open wounds in his mind, robbing him of childhood joys, eroding trust in others, and erasing his faith in himself. During those formative years, from six to thirteen, Uhier sought solace in the numbing embrace of drugs and alcohol. In his darkest moments, he sought refuge within the inebriation that dulled the pain, both in the company of others and in the depths of solitude. But fate had a twisted sense of irony. One day, as Uhier sat alone beneath the boughs of the wishing tree, a pale elfess appeared before him. Showing an ancient power, she offered to resolve a trivial matter, but it was her enigmatic abilities that captivated him. Intrigued by the otherworldly force she commanded, they engaged in conversation, and she extended an audacious offer to Uhier. Sensing an opportunity, he accepted without much hesitation, perhaps a show of foolishness, perhaps wise, sealing their deal amidst the murky swamps that harbored sinister creatures. As she extended her hand, he grasped it firmly, and suddenly, he found himself submerged in an abyss of silence. A haunting voice reverberated through the depths of his mind, echoing relentlessly, demanding one thing above all else—"EYES. WE DEMAND EYES." The voice pierced his consciousness, igniting an insatiable desire, an obsession with the divine. The shackles of his traumatic past, which had hindered him from so much, shattered like the ocean's depths parting. With an unwavering resolve, he returned the following day, once again accepting the elfess' outstretched hand. They demanded his sacrifice, and she presented him with a wicked stiletto dagger. At the age of eighteen, Uhier made a choice that defied reason and defiled his own flesh. He severed his own eyes, plunging himself into darkness, a testament to his unwavering dedication to his newfound obsession. Thus, he continued his journey, a man consumed by his insatiable thirst for power and divine understanding. He pretended to be fine, concealing his pain beneath a stoic facade. But when left alone in the suffocating embrace of darkness, blind to the world around him, he reached his depths. In the confines of his room, at a mere nineteen years of age, he tilted his head skyward, yearning for guidance from the celestial bodies above—a final plea to the divine entities responsible for his suffering, a plea for control. With fervent desperation, he implored these capricious beings to grant him the power to bestow upon others the despair that had befallen him, to show the ignorant masses the true nature of their fortune. If the divine had chosen him as a vessel for such anguish, the least they could offer in return was the means to share it with the world.

Uhier Va'eylul 'The Golden Throw' had just finished getting told off by all his family and friends for going on such a dangerous mission, when he'd sit down to read the missive. "Why is it always spiders? Fighting an evil goat, or frog would be a nice change.." He'd mutter to himself, as he stands back up once more to head over to the victory tavern night, his pet Nepema sitting on his shoulder.

As Naesys Scriverner hops her way off the boat, she'd stretch her arms out above her head, as her gaze takes a glance around at this new horizon. Though, she'd pause when she sets eyes on Raizel, and would bring a hand up to cover her mouth as she lets out a small giggle. "It wasn't that bad Uncle!" She'd snicker, as she rummages through her satchel resting against her side. Eventually, she'd pull out a bottle of fresh water, and hand it over towards him.