I was hit by inspiration after seeing this litter grow up and get their personalities:

Gloria is protective, her identical twin Quintessa is rebellious, and the only tortie point of the family Laetitia is rebellious as well. This... this almost writes itself. Big family, identical twins+the odd one out, two rebellious kids with lots of protective adults. So much potential

So I'm gonna write little bits here as I get inspired, and maybe later gather everything and post it on AO3.

For now, enjoy the adventures of these little ones, exploring their little corner of Not-Earth. There might be family drama, wholesomeness, bad decisions, lots of cats and hopefully it's gonna be as fun to read as it is for me to write it. I have no plot planned so it'll end up very episodic, I think. We'll see where it goes

You can post in here to comment if you want, I don't mind, since the clean version is in my google docs anyway. If you see any typos or odd sentence structures feel free to point them out, I'll yeet them with immense satisfaction.

Tessa woke up with a startled mewl to the sound of the front door closing. Judging by the following lack of pitter-patter on the hardwood floor, one of her uncles had just gone out. Deciding she wasn’t curious enough to check who, she curled deeper into the warm white and chocolate fur around her. Said fur shook with quiet chuckles and a tongue licked her ear, making it flick in irritation.

“Up you get, Tessa. You’re not a little bean anymore, to sleep your days away.”

Tessa stubbornly kept her eyes closed and grumbled. Maybe this growing up business was not all it was cracked up to be. “What about Gloria and Laetitia?” It wasn’t fair for only her to abandon her comfort, after all. If she was gonna suffer being awake, so should her sisters.

“Already up, kitten,” her papa answered as he got up and stretched. “They should be around the house somewhere. Go find them and you can all go make some friends in the village.”

Tessa perked up at the mention of the village. She and her littermates had finally grown big enough to not be baby beans in the eyes of adults, and now could go outside on their own. Before now, they had spent most of their days glued to one of their parents, or at their grandparents’ place. Now, they could go on adventures with the other kittens!

“Right! Finally!”

She jumped up from the rug that was their sleeping spot and looked around trying to spot her sisters. The fireplace was full of ashes from last night’s fire and Tessa’s papa started to put them in a bucket to carry outside. They made soap from it, she remembered. Stopping herself from pestering him with questions took all her willpower, but she managed. She continued her search. The big chests on one end of the room were too heavy for her to open so she didn’t bother. On the wall above them were shelves and display stands for her papa and uncles' weapons. On the opposing end of the room was the ladder that led down to the ground floor, a decorative painting of the woods between it and the fireplace. And above were the wooden rafters holding the roof up. A fluffy tortoiseshell tail hung from one of the beams.

“Found you! Laetitia!” squealed Tessa as she jumped up on the chests to then reach the rafters.

Laetitia yawned and rubbed her eyes while Tessa made her way across to her. “Are we going yet?” she asked sleepily. She was the only tortie in their litter, and in their family probably. And like many in their family, she only had color on her extremities. Legs, tail, ears and face. It was a distinctive trait of all three sisters and many of their relatives. Their dad had patterns all over his fur though, Tessa wondered where he was.

“Not-Earth to Tessa,” teased Laetitia with a slight smirk. Tessa shook herself and greeted her with a boop of their noses. Laetitia blinked in surprise before purring happily. They jumped down from the rafters but were stopped from going down the ladder by their papa.

“You intend to go out looking like you just rolled out of bed? Groom yourselves or I’ll do it for you.”

“But we did just roll out of bed,” Tessa whined, before being tackled to the ground. “Laetitia??”

“Stay still. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can get out.”

“My fur is short, I don't need that much grooming. Noooo, stop! Papa, help!”

“Have fun girls,” he sang while climbing down the ladder with the ash bucket. “Don’t get into trouble you can’t get out of.”

“Papaaaa!”

Gloria examined herself in the hand-held mirror she had found laying around. Her appearance was identical to Tessa in every way, to where their cream-white fur turned black as night, their stripes, and even the brighter white locket on their throat. They even weighed the exact same. It was a common joke that they would’ve been mixed up over and over if it weren’t for them being of different winds. Gloria was a South wind while Tessa was a North. It was small, but this little difference was dear to her. And now they were big enough for clothes, so they could be even more different!

She was brought out of her thoughts at the sound of someone coming down the ladder to her left. She looked up to see her papa jump the last few rows with a bucket held in his mouth. She put the mirror on a table nearby and was about to ask where her sisters were at when she heard a yelp and thunk from upstairs. She looked up at the ceiling questioningly.

“Grooming,” he explained, unbothered by the ruckus above their heads. “You should join them, it sounds like they’re having fun.”

The sound of small feet running around went near the ladder. “No need. I think they’re coming down.”

Her papa laughed and gave her a head pat. “They can be rowdy at times but be patient with them, okay?”

Gloria blinked, not understanding why she wouldn’t be. “Of course?”

He smiled helplessly. “Love you, kitten. All three of you,” he added as Tessa and Laetitia scampered down next to them.

“Love you too, papa.”

“Byebye, papa!”

“C’mon, let’s go already!”

The three kittens pushed eachother out the door their papa held open for them and were soon out of view.

Roan sighed wistfully. “They grow up so fast…”

awww they're absolutely precious can't wait for more stories of this cute trio

@jellyjam ty I'm glad you like them!

The three kittens ran down the street, past the lodge and stopped at the central plaza where the market and runestones stood proudly at the center of the village. They had ran past many adult cats off to do their daily jobs or busy socializing. None of them had stopped them, but a few had waved and smiled.


“There are so many cats,” Gloria whispered in awe.

The market was bustling with activity. They had stopped next to the inn and the adjacent post office that bordered the road leading out of the village. And in front of those was the library.

“I think most of these cats aren’t from the village,” guessed Laetitia. “A lot of them are coming out of the inn or from outside.”

“Dad and Papa said not to talk to strangers,” said Gloria timidly.

“Yeah, let’s go somewhere else,” said Tessa. “We should find where the other kittens are!”

With a goal, the kittens deftly wove between the legs of distracted adults and nyoomed out of the market area. They stopped at the sound of chickens.


Tessa gasped in delight and ran closer to the fence keeping the birds from wandering too far away. “Come birdies~” She climbed up on the fence to get a better view, soon followed by the other two. “Look, they even have chicks!”

The little yellow balls of fluff with beaks and legs peeped as they followed their mother around.

“Aw,” cooed Gloria. “I wonder if we can pet one.”

“I wonder if we can eat one,” said Laetitia with a straight face.

Gloria spluttered and stared at her sister in horror. “Not the chicks!”

“But look, they’re bite-sized.”

A deep laugh stopped them in their squabbling. A soft light orange cat walked closer from the other side of the fence they had come from. The cat had a scythe strapped to his side, blade carefully angled away, together with white leather shoes, round glasses, a glass bead necklace and… a chicken on their(?) head in a nest of silverseal. The chickens on the ground swarmed them but they ignored them and sidestepped around them with the ease of practice. “Hello. I haven’t seen you little ones around before, I don’t think. What brings you here? Are you lost?”

The cat seemed friendly enough, but their parents’ warning about strangers was fresh on their minds. They glanced at each other and after some quiet deliberation, Tessa decided to talk.

“We’re exploring around for the first time! And we’re good, thank you sir. Our parents took us with them when we were beans so we know our way around.”

“But, walking around ourselves is quite different from being carried around in a basket or backpack,” noted Laetitia.

“We’ve never been in this part of the village before, even with them,” added Gloria.

The adult hummed. “You must be… Mimine’s grandkittens if I had to guess. That or Jazz’s.”

The kittens made surprised sounds. “Mimine is our Gran, yeah,” confirmed Gloria.

“Hah! I still have it!” The kittens giggled at the older cat’s exuberance and they smiled back, pleased. “I’m Quint, he him. I’m filling in for the flockheards for a few hours but I’m actually a farmer. If you need me, you’re more likely to find me in the fields right behind the barn.”

The kittens returned the greeting before asking if they could pet the chicks.

“Sure,” Quint answered easily. “If you can carry some veggies up to your gran’s place after. I’ll give you directions.”

“Deal!”

“So, we follow this street until we reach the school, go toward the castle, turn right, then left and we should arrive at Gran’s,” recited Gloria, adjusting the backpack Quint had lent her.

“Yep,” said Laetitia, a broccatli balanced on her head, surprisingly steady considering they were walking and dodging a few cats out and about.

“Mister Quint was nice,” said Tessa around the carrots’ leaves held in her mouth.

“Yes, but I could’ve done without the presentation on how the backpack was woven,” said Laetitia, rolling her eyes.

“Oh I found it interesting,” said Gloria. “Do you think we’ll make woven things at school?”

Laetitia scoffed, almost causing the veggie on her head to fall. “I heard we’re gonna do boring stuff at school, like math and history. Lots of writing and reading.”

“What?” exclaimed Tessa. “Noooo, I heard we’ll do lots of games and art projects!”

Gloria quickly stepped between the two. “We’re not going to school for a few weeks still, and we’ll be passing by it so we can ask!”

“... Wait,” said Tessa, stopping and looking over her shoulder, “I think we walked past it.”

Indeed, the building with the large bell was behind them. The kittens turned around and stopped in front of it, unsure of what to do next. The school was inside a fenced off area, and while the front gates were left open, it felt forbidden to enter.

“Hey, psst,” called a voice from their right.

Looking over, the sisters’ eyes met with a gray mackerel kitten’s. Their paws on the fence and a knife held between tiny sharp teeth, they made quite the impression.

“Yes, you three! Come over.”

A bit unsure, the sisters shared a glance before coming closer. The gray kitten had put their forepaws back on the ground and waved at them. Standing so close, they could tell the kitten was slightly taller than them.

“Hullo, are you here to peek at the school too? Mom registered me and I’ll officially be a student in a few days! I’m Stella, she her, nice to meet you!”

The sisters shared greetings with mixed reactions. Gloria was immediately warmed by the open friendliness, Tessa was giddy about possibly making a friend and Laetitia was still weary. At some point during the greetings, Tessa and Laetitia had put down their veggies to speak more easily. Or run.

“What’s with the knife?” The tortie asked.

“Oh.” Stella put the blade on the ground and grinned proudly. “Mom gave it to me! She’s a very strong fighter and said I’m big enough for a knife.”

“Ohhh.” Tessa and Gloria looked at Stella with admiration. Laetitia refused to be impressed.

“Well, our Gran is very strong too! And our Grandpa is a guardian.” She was tempted to add that their Gran was the mayor too but that sounded like a bit much. She didn’t want to bully the other kitten.

Stella looked pleasantly surprised. “Who’s your Gran? I might have heard of her from my mom.”

“Mimine.” Laetitia said a bit hesitantly. What if the other kitten didn’t know of her?

Stalla gasped. “That’s so cool! I’ve heard lots about her and Lully! They’re like, famous or something.”

Now it was the sisters who were surprised. Yes, their Gran was awesome but, famous? They didn’t know what to say to that but Stella didn’t seem to mind doing the talking.

“Can I meet her? Would she mind? Would it be rude to just show up? Oh, maybe she’s out adventuring-”

“Sure,” interrupted Tessa. “She’s home today, and I’m sure she won’t mind if we bring a friend over.”

Stella had stars in her eyes. “We’re friends?”

Tessa pawed at the ground, suddenly shy. “If you want to be.”

“I’d love to be friends,” added Gloria with a smile.

All three looked at Laetitia. “I guess,” she said without enthusiasm.

Stella beamed at them. “You’re my first friends ever!”

This shocked the other three kittens. “But, you’re old enough for school! You didn’t make any friends before?” Tessa clapped her paws on her mouth, fearing she had been rude.

“I, er…” Now it was Stella finding the ground fascinating. “I get along well with other kittens and we go on adventures together, but no one called me their friend before.”

Gloria made a sad sound before hugging the gray kitten, Tessa not far behind. Laetitia rolled her eyes and gave Stella an awkward pat on the back, before putting her brocattli back on her head.

“If you’re done melting into one another, we can go see Gran now.”

Stella picked up her knife and followed after the three looking a bit dazed, but soon glowing with happiness.

“Here, have some more cookies, don’t be shy.”

Stella happily grabbed another pawprint cookie and gave Mimine a big grin before eating the whole thing in a single bite. It had taken a few minutes for her to get comfortable in the older cat’s presence, as she had turned into a starry eyed stammering puddle of fur when they were introduced, but now she acted at home and happily dug in.

The three sisters watched in a mix of awe and morbid fascination while their gran chuckled warmly. The black colorpoint cat wrapped in red and yellow fabrics gave them all a pat on the head before moving to the next room, leaving them to their own devices.

“Have you never eaten cookies before?” Laetitia asked incredulously.

“Mmkntkoo.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Gloria whispered, glancing around as if someone was going to pop out of a corner to scold them.

“Chew,” added Tessa, when Stella tried to swallow her mouthful in one go.

“My mom can’t cook, is what I tried to say,” explained Stella after finishing her ordeal with the cookie. “We usually eat at the luncheon and only have simple roasted things for a second meal, or we buy from the bakery.”

“So,” said Laetitia slowly. “This is your first time eating cookies?!”

“No!” The gray kitten denied. “I’m not a feral bumpkin. We buy cookies from the post office sales or the bakery, as I said. But they’re never warm, and more dry, and- These are the best cookies I’ve ever had!”

The sisters shared pleased and proud smiles and grabbed their own cookies. The four kittens shared other tidbits of their lives, finding so much differences. Some of what they thought was common wasn’t so, while other things seemed universal.

Mimine kept an ear on their conversation whenever her tasks around the house brought her close to where the kittens enjoyed their playdate, and purred happily. Friends were important, and her grandkittens were doing her proud. They were truly growing into their own. And Sera’s kitten was almost of schoolage she had learned. She truly looked like her mother, perhaps not in appearance as expected but very much in everything else. She’d make for a great friend to have. And closer ties to a talented fighter like Sera was good for the family.

And now that there were no more beans for her to beansit, she was free to take over her partner’s duties. She had helped him during his term and found a love for the job. Now, should she wait for the next election, or…

i always love coming back to this story every now and then! stella is an adorable addition and im already so fond off her im also interested in what granny mimine is waiting for

(i forgot to sub at first but now im going to so i can catch an update whenever it first comes out ^^)

Tessa looked out of the window with an expression as gloomy as the weather outside. A red and black tortoiseshell cat sat next to her and yawned.

“Rainy weather always makes me sleepy,” he commented just as a flash highlighted his silhouette and thunder roared right after.

“It’s more than rain, Dad,” Tessa complained. “It’s a storm! And it’s been going on for three days! Three! The forecast said it would last one day!”

He scoffed and booped her nose. “Those who think they can predict nature with utmost accuracy are naive. Also, we not-cats haven’t been in Not-Earth long enough to know the weather patterns in and out yet. I’m surprised it took us this long to make such a noticeable mistake.”

Tessa tilted her head. “We haven’t?”

Her dad smiled down at her. “We’re in year seven since the first not-cats came here. I myself migrated from Earth only last year.”

Tessa reared back in surprise. She opened her mouth only to close it as she digested this new information. After a quiet moment of contemplation accompanied by the sound of heavy rain and thunder, she asked. “What was Earth like?”

He hummed and his ears twitched as if straining to hear something beyond the rainfall. “Most of the villagers come from Earth, from all kinds of backgrounds. What I’ve experienced there is only part of a bigger whole, so if you’re curious you should ask more cats about their life before meeting Nestor and coming here.” He laid down and curled around his daughter, waiting for her to get comfortable against him. “There were many humans, you must’ve heard of them. Big animals walking on two legs with very little fur. They built cities with spires made of steel and glass reaching towards the sky. They dug labyrinths under their cities and towns where smelly water flows, and hung black ropes between houses that made safe perches for birds when trees weren’t abundant. Humans would enter the bellies of great mechanical beasts that traveled across the land at great speed. We’d listen carefully for their roars before traversing any road, and we’d hide under them when the humans left them to sleep. They’d be warm for a while after a trip.”

Tessa listened eagerly to the outlandish stories, wondering how much of them were made up for her entertainment. She found she didn’t mind and was soon lulled to a doze against her dad’s warmth, imagining an entire world full of alien intelligent creatures and mysteries.

“Here you are, kitten,” whispered her papa, but she was too comfortable to answer with more than an ear twitch. “Hi, Shade. You two make an adorable picture.”

“Hush Roan, you’ll wake her.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled before laying next to them. “The other two are upstairs playing with stones.”

She felt her dad tense a little. “Is it wise to leave them unsupervised?”

“Robin and Opal are keeping an eye on them.”

“Robin and Opal who have beans of their own to look after,” her dad said dryly.

Her papa heaved a great sigh and shifted to lay most of his weight on top of her dad, who grunted but didn’t shift to throw him off. “You are mean to me~.”

There was a silence that usually meant some quiet communication was happening over her head. Tessa was almost curious enough to open her eyes to look up but the conversation continued before she could decide.

“Xander was supposed to be here to help beansit but he got held back by the storm,” her papa said, losing his playful tone.

“He’s fine, I’m sure. Just afraid to get wet.”

Her papa chuckled and her dad purred. Tessa sighed happily, even as part of her sleepy brain wondered where she had heard that name before.