The sky is soft with sea mist as you make your way down a winding path flanked by sparse grass and salt-weathered fence posts. The call of the ocean grows louder, waves rolling in steady rhythm, crashing against rocks somewhere out of sight.

Past the last bend, the beach unfurls before you like something out of a storybook, driftwood sculptures, tangled kelp, and sun-warmed sand dotted with feline shapes. Some dart away when they spot you. Others stay put, tails flicking lazily, eyes half-closed in the morning sun.

A faded noticeboard creaks in the breeze nearby. One paper reads, “Coastal Colony: Do Not Disturb.”

You pause at the edge of the boardwalk, watching a sleek shape slip between the rocks.

You choose to:

1. Follow a paw-worn trail through the dunes toward a cluster of bleached driftwood dens.
2. Crouch near the tidepools, where barnacles cling and tiny fish flicker, maybe someone’s watching from the shadows.
3. Stay still and open your carrier, letting the warm breeze carry your scent. You never know who might come to investigate.

3. Stay still and open the carrier, in hopes of attracting a cat who is genuinely interested in humans and has no qualms about leaving their colony.

Would love to grab her :D

I'd like to adopt her!

You sit quietly in the sand, cross-legged beside your open carrier, letting the sounds of surf and wind speak for you. The scent of salt and seaweed hangs in the air. Gulls wheel overhead. You don’t call out. You just… wait.

Movement catches your eye.

Two cats are locked in a chase down the shoreline, paws kicking up sand. One, broad-shouldered and brash, hisses as he lunges. The other darts away, long limbs and wind-tangled fur moving like smoke across the dunes. He’s faster, but you can tell it’s not the first time he’s had to be.

The bully gives up and turns back toward the colony. The tom slows, panting softly as he skirts around the beachgrass and spots you. He pads closer, steps cautious but hopeful, ears flicked low in defeat.

Then you feel it: a tug on your bag.

You look down.

A second tom has unzipped your side pouch and shoved his whole head inside. A triumphant mrp! tells you he’s found something interesting. Probably your snack bar. Or the sandwich. Or both.

He looks up at you like what? it was open, then flicks his tail and hops into your lap uninvited.

Two very different cats.

One seeking refuge.
One seeking snacks.

What's your next move

1. Offer some fresh water to the tired tom watching from a distance

2. Toss some cat treats into the carrier and see if the nosey tom wants to hop in

1. Offer some fresh water to the tired tom. He clearly isn't having a good time in the colony.

Starter Option: 1

Addons: Guaranteed female

Total: 100 + 50 + 50 = 200 mush

Back for another. Loved the first one :D

You follow a cobbled path past lavender hedges and terracotta pots brimming with catnip. A pale stucco house sits at the end, dappled in sunlight and framed with flowering vines. A carved wooden sign swings gently in the breeze:

“Whimwillow Cats – Breeders of Uncommon Companions.”

A woman with silver-streaked hair and a linen apron greets you at the gate, her hands still dusted with flour from baking. The scent of warm scones and sun-warmed fur drifts on the breeze.

“Take your time,” she says kindly. “We’ve got two very different little ladies today… and one older girl who’s still hoping for a quieter home of her own.”

She kneels beside the sun-warmed rug, her voice soft.

“Would you like to meet…”

1. The bouncy kitten with the wild coat, who’s currently trying to wrestle a sock into submission?

2. The sleek, serious kitten by the window, who seems to be sizing you up as if you’re a riddle worth solving?

3. Or a mature lady cat, already curled up in her favorite spot by the fireplace, waiting for someone to match her slow, steady rhythm?

The soft creak of the front gate gives way to the gentle hush of windchimes as you step into the garden. Climbing roses frame the porch of the old homestead, and just inside, the scent of warm milk and cedarwood hangs in the air. A slender woman greets you with a knowing smile, her hands dusted with flour.

“Welcome, welcome,” she says, pushing a lock of silver hair from her eyes. “You’re just in time, the kittens are in that perfect stage between nap and nonsense.”

The woman gestures toward a woven rug near the fire, where a scattering of toys lies forgotten among tufts of fluff. "Go on, take a seat," she says warmly.

As you lower yourself to the floor, the rustle of your clothes and the scent of something new draws tiny eyes your way. One by one, little heads peek out from behind armchairs, baskets, and draped blankets.

“You’ll get a feel for their nature soon enough,” she adds, pouring herself a cup of tea and settling nearby. “They always show you who they are.”

1. A fluffy blur tumbles across the rug, swatting at your shoelace like it’s prey and crashing into your knee with a delighted squeak?

2. A dainty kitten with oversized ears curls up in your lap without a sound, purring before you’ve even had the chance to touch her?

3. A clever little shadow creeps behind you and begins rifling through your bag, dragging out a crinkly wrapper with mischief in her eyes?

Who catches your attention first?