| Mythological |
| Moths will eat your clothes... |
Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing| Vecchia Modo |
| Stella - no you don't. Son tried to make one into a pet. It didn't end well. |
| Willowwood Stable |
| Vecc The owner came by the other day to bring him home, and confirmed he’s a boy :) I do agree though, very feminine face. Also, he didn’t stay home long because he was back here the next day lmao |
| Vecchia Modo |
| The Tabby cat has the facial features of a female. Not the wide heavy jaw of a typical male. |
| BlackRose |
| Pt 2: When he woke up from his slumber he grabbed a snack to fill his belly a bit, just until he got his little paws on that slice of pizza. After his snack he slipped on his little gloves, put on his frog mask and made his way down to the pizzeria. Finally, he reached the pizzeria putting his paw on the door he pushed on the door, moving forward to walk in his face soon smushed against the glass. He realised the door didn’t open - confusion struck his face as he shook the door trying to open it. It still didn’t open. The place was in darkness, no one around… looking around he soon realised the bright flashing lights. Reading “CLOSED” he sighed in annoyance. He slept the whole day, missing his opportunity to conduct his master plan. No pizza for Snail the raccoon. Don’t worry though, on the way back he found a sandwich from his favourite trash can! :) |
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| Vecchia Modo |
| Stella - no you don't. Son tried to make one into a pet. It didn't end well. |
| Willowwood Stable |
| Vecc The owner came by the other day to bring him home, and confirmed he’s a boy :) I do agree though, very feminine face. Also, he didn’t stay home long because he was back here the next day lmao |
| Vecchia Modo |
| The Tabby cat has the facial features of a female. Not the wide heavy jaw of a typical male. |
| BlackRose |
| Pt 2: When he woke up from his slumber he grabbed a snack to fill his belly a bit, just until he got his little paws on that slice of pizza. After his snack he slipped on his little gloves, put on his frog mask and made his way down to the pizzeria. Finally, he reached the pizzeria putting his paw on the door he pushed on the door, moving forward to walk in his face soon smushed against the glass. He realised the door didn’t open - confusion struck his face as he shook the door trying to open it. It still didn’t open. The place was in darkness, no one around… looking around he soon realised the bright flashing lights. Reading “CLOSED” he sighed in annoyance. He slept the whole day, missing his opportunity to conduct his master plan. No pizza for Snail the raccoon. Don’t worry though, on the way back he found a sandwich from his favourite trash can! :) |
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