Album: Cats

Description: With oversized glasses perched on a tiny nose, this scholarly feline surveys the world with curious charm. Its tail blooms in brilliant rainbow fluff, a soft, swirling aurora in motion. Say hello to Ephra Tindlewhim, lorekeeper of forgotten naps and champion of cozy conclusions.

Description: Perched atop a tall glass filled with a swirling green galaxy, the cat sits in silent triumph. Its eyes half-lidded, tail curled neatly, it radiates serene authority. Nothing could disturb it—not even the cosmos beneath. This cosmic loafer is none other than Clindle Farloop.

Description: A snow-pure cat stands tall on a windowsill, tail high, tail lifted with flair. Their eyes lock with yours, bright, expectant, utterly sure they deserve admiration. You do not resist. This is Sorrel Vexley, radiant, relentless, and utterly convinced you’ve got something nice to say.

Description: A snow-pure cat stands tall on a windowsill, tail high, tail lifted with flair. Their eyes lock with yours, bright, expectant, utterly sure they deserve admiration. You do not resist. This is Sorrel Vexley, radiant, relentless, and utterly convinced you’ve got something nice to say.

Description: In a sunlit window, three cats perch inside painted pots. An orange cat lounges in a red pot; this is Reni Cobblethorn, noble and nosy. The tan one curls tight in a blue pot sits Mira Feldfinch, silent and sly. And the gray cat, straight-backed in green is Tarn Gristwell, ever the stoic observer.

Description: A sleek black cat sits serenely in a bowl of shimmering constellations and a gentle crescent moon. Their emerald eyes glow softly, lost in cosmic thoughts. Believing the stars hold answers to every question, this celestial seeker finds peace in planetary alignments. Meet Selene Nightbloom.

Description: An intense orange cat, fur ruffled and eyes narrowed, grips a gleaming sword in both paws, poised to strike. They scowl, hissing, "Fight off the corpos!" with fiery defiance. Meet Calderon Thornsteel, the fierce feline warrior of rebellion and justice.

Description: An orange cat with wild fur stands firm, holding a sword aloft. Their eyes burn with defiant passion as they declare, "I like swords... and maybe three people!" Their dramatic stance suggests they rehearse this often. Meet Brannock Ironspring, feline warrior of selective affection.

Description: An orange cat with wild fur stands firm, holding a sword aloft. Their eyes burn with defiant passion as they declare, "I like swords... and maybe three people!" Their dramatic stance suggests they rehearse this often. Meet Brannock Ironspring, feline warrior of selective affection.

Description: A plump orange cat with a smug scowl prowls the streets as if he owns them. His fur is slightly unkempt, his tail flicks with disdain, and he accepts affection only when bribed with treats. He is known as Harlan Peachind, a name whispered by those who know better than to cross him.

Description: A plump orange cat with a smug scowl prowls the streets as if he owns them. His fur is slightly unkempt, his tail flicks with disdain, and he accepts affection only when bribed with treats. He is known as Harlan Peachind, a name whispered by those who know better than to cross him.

Description: A tabby cat sits motionless, eyes narrowed in dry disapproval. A muted scarf clings loosely around their neck, slightly askew. Their mind simmers with one thought: "Dagnabbit." They are known as Vernon Crag, a stoic feline with the patience of stone and the demeanor of an unimpressed statue.

Description: A tabby cat sits motionless, eyes narrowed in dry disapproval. A muted scarf clings loosely around their neck, slightly askew. Their mind simmers with one thought: "Dagnabbit." They are known as Vernon Crag, a stoic feline with the patience of stone and the demeanor of an unimpressed statue.

Description: A stout white cat with mismatched eyes stares you down, derpy look and all. Their fur is always slightly ruffled, and their stubby tail twitches with feigned menace. "I'M FEROCIOUS!!" they roar, voice cracking. None believe them, but they persist. This is Brutus Coldfang, terror of no one but proud nonetheless.

Description: A stout white cat with mismatched eyes stares you down, derpy look and all. Their fur is always slightly ruffled, and their stubby tail twitches with feigned menace. "I'M FEROCIOUS!!" they roar, voice cracking. None believe them, but they persist. This is Brutus Coldfang, terror of no one but proud nonetheless.

Description: A steel-eyed cat stands firm, gripping a weathered sword. Their dark fur catches the light, scars hidden beneath its sleek surface. "Bravado and ambition rot in the earth with you when you leave this mortal coil," they say, voice steady. None dare challenge Isidore Thornvein, the last sentinel of the forgotten path.

Description: A steel-eyed cat stands firm, gripping a weathered sword. Their dark fur catches the light, scars hidden beneath its sleek surface. "Bravado and ambition rot in the earth with you when you leave this mortal coil," they say, voice steady. None dare challenge Isidore Thornvein, the last sentinel of the forgotten path.

Description: A sleek mouse with striking pink hair stands firm, blade glinting in her grip. Her scarlet eyes sweep over you, a knowing smirk curling her lips. The stance is casual, effortless, but her confidence is absolute. Her name? Celeste Ravaryn. The tilt of her chin says it all - you wouldn’t stand a chance.

Description: A sleek mouse with striking pink hair stands firm, blade glinting in her grip. Her scarlet eyes sweep over you, a knowing smirk curling her lips. The stance is casual, effortless, but her confidence is absolute. Her name? Celeste Ravaryn. The tilt of her chin says it all - you wouldn’t stand a chance.

Description: Two cats sit nestled in a large coffee cup. One, a feline named Aldous Bramblekin, scowls, clearly displeased. The other, a fluffy cat named Liora Fenwick, lounges with half-lidded eyes, utterly content. The contrast is stark—grumpiness and bliss, sharing a single space.

Description: A fierce white cat stands tall, sword raised high, determination burning in their sharp eyes. Their fur gleams in the light as they declare, "Make Your Own Victory!"—a call to arms and resilience. Every movement is precise, every stance unshakable. Their name? Cassiel Ironmane.

Description: A fierce white cat stands tall, sword raised high, determination burning in their sharp eyes. Their fur gleams in the light as they declare, "Make Your Own Victory!"—a call to arms and resilience. Every movement is precise, every stance unshakable. Their name? Cassiel Ironmane.

Description: A sleek purple and white catto lounges coolly, oversized sunglasses masking their sharp gaze. Their tail flicks as they smirk, a cryptic warning whispered in the air—"Keep Doubting." Confidence radiates from their every move, a challenge and a game. Their name? Virgil Duskray.

Description: A sleek purple and white catto lounges coolly, oversized sunglasses masking their sharp gaze. Their tail flicks as they smirk, a cryptic warning whispered in the air—"Keep Doubting." Confidence radiates from their every move, a challenge and a game. Their name? Virgil Duskray.

Description: Nestled in a swirling cup of cosmic coffee, Inky Dovetail chills and vibes. The dark liquid reflects galaxies, stars twinkling in its depths. His silken black fur absorbs the starlight, his tiny ears flicking as steam rises like nebulae. He purrs softly, content in the warmth of his celestial perch.

Description: Standing tall, Riven Bustercrest grips a sword twice his size, its gleaming steel catching the light like a fallen star. His golden fur bristles with quiet confidence, his eyes calm yet piercing. “I have no enemies,” he declares, voice rich with conviction—though the blade resting on his shoulder suggests otherwise.

Description: Standing tall, Riven Bustercrest grips a sword twice his size, its gleaming steel catching the light like a fallen star. His golden fur bristles with quiet confidence, his eyes calm yet piercing. “I have no enemies,” he declares, voice rich with conviction—though the blade resting on his shoulder suggests otherwise.

Description: Drifting through reality with a knowing smirk, Sylas Verdantglow is a gray cat with shimmering fur that seems to ripple in the light. His oversized psychedelic glasses reflect swirling galaxies, hiding eyes that claim to see beyond the mundane. “High-Key Delulu,” he purrs, lounging like a prophet of cosmic absurdity.

Description: Drifting through reality with a knowing smirk, Sylas Verdantglow is a gray cat with shimmering fur that seems to ripple in the light. His oversized psychedelic glasses reflect swirling galaxies, hiding eyes that claim to see beyond the mundane. “High-Key Delulu,” he purrs, lounging like a prophet of cosmic absurdity.

Description: Clad in gleaming steel, Sylvara Stormridge stands tall, her feline ears flicking at the wind’s call. Her eyes burn with quiet determination as she grips a huge gleaming sword. A sturdy shield rests on her arm, its surface scarred by past battles. Her silver tail sways, a silent promise of victory yet to come.

Description: Inky-black and glimmering like a sliver of the void, Veyric Starbrew perches in a vast cup of cosmic coffee, its swirling liquid reflecting distant galaxies. Their golden eyes shimmer as tiny nebulae curl like steam around their ears. They flick their tail, watching the stars ripple across the surface with quiet delight.

Description: Quorin Brightfang stands proudly, a sword raised high, its polished blade catching the light. Their fur fluffs in the wind, and their eyes gleam with untamed defiance. “No god, no masters, no kings!” they declare, voice ringing like steel, their crimson cloak billowing behind them.

Description: Kuorin Brightfang stands proudly, a sword raised high, its polished blade catching the light. Their fur fluffs in the wind, and their eyes gleam with untamed defiance. “No god, no masters, no kings!” they declare, voice ringing like steel, their crimson cloak billowing behind them.

Description: Cindrel Thornmere stands proudly, a tiny but fierce feline warrior, gripping a miniature silver sword with determined paws. His fur shimmers like twilight mist, and his eyes gleam with noble purpose. He prepares for an unseen battle, tail flicking with quiet resolve.

Description: Elric Honeythorn is a soft-furred cat with luminous eyes, gazing at you with pure adoration. Tiny hearts seem to shimmer around his head as his tail poofs delicately. His ears flick as if catching an unspoken melody, and his whiskers quiver with affection. With a slow blink, he offers a love deeper than words, warm as a sunlit dream.

Description: Sylric Everquill is a sleek black cat with piercing eyes, curled up by candlelight, absorbed in an ancient tome. His tail flicks as he turns a page with a delicate paw, his ears twitching at the faintest whisper of knowledge. With a soft hum, he drinks in the mysteries of the world, lost in the magic of words.