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#groomingsanddears- Obi just wanted to enjoy the sunshine and his padawan laid on top of him.
Sighing
in delight and pleasure, Obi-Wan rolled onto his back and stretched
as long as he physically was able to, all his muscles arching in
happy protest before he flopped back and allowed himself to remain
vulnerable with his eyes closed.
He
had found the most delightful of sunny patches, coming cleanly
through the window far above the garden and it was so nice and warm
that Obi-Wan just couldn’t resist it so
he had flopped out and just let the sun warm his fur in the most
wonderful of ways with a slight breeze from the climate control of
the temple ruffling through his orange fur.
It
was very lovely and Obi-Wan would like to lay here forever and just
flex his feet into the air and wiggle his toes to get some air
between the toe fluff he had.
Only
sometimes you don’t get what you want, especially when one
overgrown former padawan suddenly comes barreling into the temple
garden, spots you and decides that now is the perfect time to make
you into their mattress.
Obi-Wan
let out a grouchy snarl as Anakin dropped down on him, the other
showing of his fangs in a grin as he made sure to pin Obi-Wan down to
the point where he was no longer able to flex around cause of course
Anakin knew how to pin him to avoid potential retribution.
Glaring
at the other, Obi-Wan hissed lowly. “Anakin, so help the Force, get
off me.” He murred unhappily and lashed his tail around, picking up
debris with his fluffy tail but not caring in that moment because he
was pinned beneath a giant, short haired idiot!
“Or
what?” Anakin taunted, wiggling a bit to prove just how much
Obi-Wan was pinned beneath him. “You’ll use the Force to boost me
off?” He continued taunting, tail flickering happily in the air as
he leered down at the other.
“I
will piss
on everything you love!”
The munchkin yelled, struggling beneath the larger if more slender
feline in an attempt to escape.
“Well
you’re grouchy today!” Anakin cackled in delight before laughing even
louder. “And
setting a bad example Obi-Wan, look!” He jerked his snout towards
the fruit trees.
Obi-Wan
froze before craning his head as best he could to meet the shocked
gazes of several young Initiates gathered around a few large trees a few meters away.
They
stared at each other for long moments before a zabrak girl started
giggling, quickly covering up her mouth and running away with the
others following on her path, all of them giggling like loons.
Watching
them race towards where their crechemaster obviously was waiting on
them, Obi-Wan slowly turned his head back to stare at Anakin. “…I
hate you so much.” He deadpanned.
“Yeah,
yeah, I know Obi-Wan.” The other laughed before shuffling and
shifting Obi-Wan a bit only to flop more down and starting to groom
the munchkin slowly, the tattoine abyssian quite contently working
away at the orange chest that turned white at the belly.
Reluctantly
relaxing, Obi-Wan grumbled. “…You belly bite me this time, and I
seriously will piss on your cat nip toy. You have been warned
Anakin.” He muttered even as his toes started to flex at the world.
“Uhu,
gotcha.” Anakin muttered distractedly as he nipped at a chest
tangle. How in all stars name did Obi-Wan develop one of those, he
was one of the most groomed felines around and he kept himself so
neat!
He
almost didn’t notice Obi-Wan purring softly in pleasure as he
stretched out happily.
#groomingsanddears- Obi just wanted to enjoy the sunshine and his padawan laid on top of him.
Sighing
in delight and pleasure, Obi-Wan rolled onto his back and stretched
as long as he physically was able to, all his muscles arching in
happy protest before he flopped back and allowed himself to remain
vulnerable with his eyes closed.
He
had found the most delightful of sunny patches, coming cleanly
through the window far above the garden and it was so nice and warm
that Obi-Wan just couldn’t resist it so
he had flopped out and just let the sun warm his fur in the most
wonderful of ways with a slight breeze from the climate control of
the temple ruffling through his orange fur.
It
was very lovely and Obi-Wan would like to lay here forever and just
flex his feet into the air and wiggle his toes to get some air
between the toe fluff he had.
Only
sometimes you don’t get what you want, especially when one
overgrown former padawan suddenly comes barreling into the temple
garden, spots you and decides that now is the perfect time to make
you into their mattress.
Obi-Wan
let out a grouchy snarl as Anakin dropped down on him, the other
showing of his fangs in a grin as he made sure to pin Obi-Wan down to
the point where he was no longer able to flex around cause of course
Anakin knew how to pin him to avoid potential retribution.
Glaring
at the other, Obi-Wan hissed lowly. “Anakin, so help the Force, get
off me.” He murred unhappily and lashed his tail around, picking up
debris with his fluffy tail but not caring in that moment because he
was pinned beneath a giant, short haired idiot!
“Or
what?” Anakin taunted, wiggling a bit to prove just how much
Obi-Wan was pinned beneath him. “You’ll use the Force to boost me
off?” He continued taunting, tail flickering happily in the air as
he leered down at the other.
“I
will piss
on everything you love!”
The munchkin yelled, struggling beneath the larger if more slender
feline in an attempt to escape.
“Well
you’re grouchy today!” Anakin cackled in delight before laughing even
louder. “And
setting a bad example Obi-Wan, look!” He jerked his snout towards
the fruit trees.
Obi-Wan
froze before craning his head as best he could to meet the shocked
gazes of several young Initiates gathered around a few large trees a few meters away.
They
stared at each other for long moments before a zabrak girl started
giggling, quickly covering up her mouth and running away with the
others following on her path, all of them giggling like loons.
Watching
them race towards where their crechemaster obviously was waiting on
them, Obi-Wan slowly turned his head back to stare at Anakin. “…I
hate you so much.” He deadpanned.
“Yeah,
yeah, I know Obi-Wan.” The other laughed before shuffling and
shifting Obi-Wan a bit only to flop more down and starting to groom
the munchkin slowly, the tattoine abyssian quite contently working
away at the orange chest that turned white at the belly.
Reluctantly
relaxing, Obi-Wan grumbled. “…You belly bite me this time, and I
seriously will piss on your cat nip toy. You have been warned
Anakin.” He muttered even as his toes started to flex at the world.
“Uhu,
gotcha.” Anakin muttered distractedly as he nipped at a chest
tangle. How in all stars name did Obi-Wan develop one of those, he
was one of the most groomed felines around and he kept himself so
neat!
He
almost didn’t notice Obi-Wan purring softly in pleasure as he
stretched out happily.
First I wanted to say that your work is literally the highlight of my day, thank you! Second are you thinking about expanding the cat au where everyone are cats? Because I think it would be really cute to see Qui’s first reaction to munchkin kitten Obi.
They
have a munchkin kitten.
Oh
my gosh, Qui-Gon is looking a little, stubby munchkin kitty with a
fluffy tail and large green eyes and he’s a tabby and THERE IS A
MUNCHKIN KITTY INITIATE!
That
wasn’t something Qui-Gon thought he’d encounter when he went to
the gardens to stalk the rodents he knew were hiding away there that
shouldn’t be in the temple and he was going to hunt them down and
get praises when he’d come over the group of initiates only to find
the little munchkin.
Dropping
down on his stomach in a flop, Qui-Gon stared at the initiate. The
young kitten was staring back at him in surprise, clearly surprised
by the attention before mewing cutely before
reaching out one short paw and putting it on the older cat’s pink
nose.
Oh
no Qui-Gon was karked, it was an adorable munchkin.
Silently
he he raised his paw, narrowing his eyes a bit when the little thing
tensed up. That wasn’t a good reaction, who was messing with his
little one?
He didn’t even care that he called the Initiate for his.
No
matter, Qui-Gon pulled the little one under him and started grooming
the little fluffy ears. “Yup, you’re mine now. Welcome to the
fold padawan.” He huffed happily and worked on making the little
one smell like him, all smug when there was a deep purr coming from
under him as the little thing relaxed and let Qui-Gon work.
So
cute and fluffy with tiny short legs and a fluffy tail and oh my gosh
the creche members would have images of him. Qui-Gon knew they would,
they kept a folder on all their feline members full of pictures
because all the big sentient Jedi were kinda odd about their feline
counterparts.
Munchkins
were rare in the temple, they didn’t generally become strong enough
in the Force to be sent to the Jedi temple but this little one was
and now he belonged to Qui-Gon and if anyone tried to take him then
Qui-Gon would just have to put something unpleasant in their shoes or
litter boxes.
Chuckling
when the little one squirmed and rolled onto his back, Qui-Gon eyed
him with amusement. “What’s your name?” He gently batted at his
nose.
“Obi-Wan
Kenobi master!” He mewled happily, squirming and making a happy
purr when Qui-Gon lowered his head to groom the soft, fluffy belly as
requested, Qui-Gon internally squealing about the white fluff of the
otherwise orange colored tabby.
Obi-Wan
wiggling his little paws in the air and flexing his toe beans at the
world was just the cherry on top as he purred sleepily under the
grooming.
Someone
cleared their throat, bringing Qui-Gon out of his focus to see that
crechemaster Dolan had found them, a wholly amused look on his
somewhat aged face “I see you found our little Obi-Wan master Jinn,
would you mind releasing him? We have to go back to the creche.” He
said cheerfully as the other initiates were being guided away by
their other caretaker, some of them sending Obi-Wan rather obvious
envious looks and one white haired one sporting a wholly jealous look
that Qui-Gon did not like one bit.
Lifting
his head, Qui-Gon peered at the crechemaster. “…I’ve only had
Obi-Wan for close to an hour, but if anything happened to him there
would be repercussions.” He drawled and then settled back down to
continue grooming his soft little one.
Dolan
backed up, a wholly amused look on his face. “I’ll have it logged
then master Jinn that
you’re Obi-Wan’s Jedi master now.”
He chortled, shaking his head a bit as
he followed the others, leaving the little munchkin to Qui-Gon’s
care.
Good,
his little tabby now.
First I wanted to say that your work is literally the highlight of my day, thank you! Second are you thinking about expanding the cat au where everyone are cats? Because I think it would be really cute to see Qui’s first reaction to munchkin kitten Obi.
They
have a munchkin kitten.
Oh
my gosh, Qui-Gon is looking a little, stubby munchkin kitty with a
fluffy tail and large green eyes and he’s a tabby and THERE IS A
MUNCHKIN KITTY INITIATE!
That
wasn’t something Qui-Gon thought he’d encounter when he went to
the gardens to stalk the rodents he knew were hiding away there that
shouldn’t be in the temple and he was going to hunt them down and
get praises when he’d come over the group of initiates only to find
the little munchkin.
Dropping
down on his stomach in a flop, Qui-Gon stared at the initiate. The
young kitten was staring back at him in surprise, clearly surprised
by the attention before mewing cutely before
reaching out one short paw and putting it on the older cat’s pink
nose.
Oh
no Qui-Gon was karked, it was an adorable munchkin.
Silently
he he raised his paw, narrowing his eyes a bit when the little thing
tensed up. That wasn’t a good reaction, who was messing with his
little one?
He didn’t even care that he called the Initiate for his.
No
matter, Qui-Gon pulled the little one under him and started grooming
the little fluffy ears. “Yup, you’re mine now. Welcome to the
fold padawan.” He huffed happily and worked on making the little
one smell like him, all smug when there was a deep purr coming from
under him as the little thing relaxed and let Qui-Gon work.
So
cute and fluffy with tiny short legs and a fluffy tail and oh my gosh
the creche members would have images of him. Qui-Gon knew they would,
they kept a folder on all their feline members full of pictures
because all the big sentient Jedi were kinda odd about their feline
counterparts.
Munchkins
were rare in the temple, they didn’t generally become strong enough
in the Force to be sent to the Jedi temple but this little one was
and now he belonged to Qui-Gon and if anyone tried to take him then
Qui-Gon would just have to put something unpleasant in their shoes or
litter boxes.
Chuckling
when the little one squirmed and rolled onto his back, Qui-Gon eyed
him with amusement. “What’s your name?” He gently batted at his
nose.
“Obi-Wan
Kenobi master!” He mewled happily, squirming and making a happy
purr when Qui-Gon lowered his head to groom the soft, fluffy belly as
requested, Qui-Gon internally squealing about the white fluff of the
otherwise orange colored tabby.
Obi-Wan
wiggling his little paws in the air and flexing his toe beans at the
world was just the cherry on top as he purred sleepily under the
grooming.
Someone
cleared their throat, bringing Qui-Gon out of his focus to see that
crechemaster Dolan had found them, a wholly amused look on his
somewhat aged face “I see you found our little Obi-Wan master Jinn,
would you mind releasing him? We have to go back to the creche.” He
said cheerfully as the other initiates were being guided away by
their other caretaker, some of them sending Obi-Wan rather obvious
envious looks and one white haired one sporting a wholly jealous look
that Qui-Gon did not like one bit.
Lifting
his head, Qui-Gon peered at the crechemaster. “…I’ve only had
Obi-Wan for close to an hour, but if anything happened to him there
would be repercussions.” He drawled and then settled back down to
continue grooming his soft little one.
Dolan
backed up, a wholly amused look on his face. “I’ll have it logged
then master Jinn that
you’re Obi-Wan’s Jedi master now.”
He chortled, shaking his head a bit as
he followed the others, leaving the little munchkin to Qui-Gon’s
care.
Good,
his little tabby now.
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His
former padawan was a belly biter.
And
a tickler.
A
belly biter and tickler when given the chance.
And
that was why Obi-Wan was laying down on the rug, glaring up at the
short haired tatooine native who was grinning down at him with all
his teeth which did not
inspire any trust. “Come
on Obi-Wan, I know you need a nice grooming.” The other cajoled
cheerfully, ignoring the sniggering Ahsoka as
she enjoyed the sun in the windowsill, watching them with lazy blue
eyes.
Obi-Wan
murred at the other, narrowing his eyes as his tail flickered
unhappily against the floor.
And
then he outright yelped as he was rolled onto his back, courtesy
of Qui-Gon Jinn and his damn large paws that had tufts of fur between
his toes and was practically silent when he walked anywhere.
Before
Obi-Wan could lash
out with his claws, Qui-Gon flopped down on his own belly, pinning
Obi-Wan with his legs and started grooming the smaller Jedi with a
rough tongue, rumbling happily as he worked on the soft fur of
Obi-Wan’s stomach.
Okay,
that was nice, Obi-Wan stretched out.
The
older man had always been a safe groomer, never bit him or tried to
tickle unless he was being playful and right now he was just looking
to groom and bond it seemed which
was quite fine in Obi-Wan’s books as he allowed it.
He
tensed ever so slightly when Anakin flopped down too, wiggling closer
only to freeze when Obi-Wan looked at him but Qui-Gon easily
distracted him by grooming a knotted patch, the older Jedi rumbling
unhappily at the knot. “Obi-Wan…” He murmured in a vaguely
scolding tone.
Huffing,
Obi-Wan focused back. “I’m sorry but what did you expect? I’m a
rug burner as Depa likes to point out.” He grouched.
His
distraction however allowed Anakin to get nice and close, the blond
feline instantly starting to groom Obi-Wan’s head and ears to avoid
him hissing at Anakin.
Well
as long as he stayed away from Obi-Wan’s belly, that was fine.
He
was actually putting down his guard a bit when nothing happened but
grooming, a nice, drowsy relaxation settling heavily in his bones
along with the warm sun shining in through the windows and Qui-Gon’s
larger fluffier body warming him too since the fluffy cat had pinned
him down.
Qui-Gon
was good for becoming warm, being all large and fluffy as he was.
And
then Anakin bit him in the belly fat just like Obi-Wan suspected he
would do.
Hissing
and jerking out from under Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan rolled onto his paws and
raced after the cackling evil former padawan, the damn desert cat
jumping up high and onto the wall shelves that lined their quarters,
his long hind legs easily allowing him to make the jumps.
Stopping,
Obi-Wan hissed up at him as Anakin grinned down at him from the top shelf, waiting in anticipation for Obi-Wan to jump up.
He
wasn’t about to use the Force for something this frivolous though and with
that in mind, he turned, raised his tail straight at the other and
made sure Anakin saw his bum before marching out the door flap while
Anakin laughed at him and Qui-Gon tried to call him back.
“Master
Obi-Wan, you’re covered in cowlicks!” Ahsoka called out after
him, laughter in her voice too.
Pausing,
Obi-Wan grunted as he realized those two idiots had groomed him in
all directions before sniffing. “Well then, I guess I’ll just ask
Mace to groom me.” He offered up in a snippy tone and then
disappeared out the door
flap before anyone could stop him.
‘Serves
you right Anakin, time to smell of Mace it is.’ Obi-Wan huffed as
he heard the cry of his name, his tail flickering smugly as he
marched off to the find the sleek, black cat, passing by a few amused
looking knights who eyed his cowlicks.
Please do something with your characters-as-cats headcanons – something similar t your kitty-obi series, but ALL human characters are cats. So cat Windu, cat Palpatine, cat clones etc.
His
former padawan was a belly biter.
And
a tickler.
A
belly biter and tickler when given the chance.
And
that was why Obi-Wan was laying down on the rug, glaring up at the
short haired tatooine native who was grinning down at him with all
his teeth which did not
inspire any trust. “Come
on Obi-Wan, I know you need a nice grooming.” The other cajoled
cheerfully, ignoring the sniggering Ahsoka as
she enjoyed the sun in the windowsill, watching them with lazy blue
eyes.
Obi-Wan
murred at the other, narrowing his eyes as his tail flickered
unhappily against the floor.
And
then he outright yelped as he was rolled onto his back, courtesy
of Qui-Gon Jinn and his damn large paws that had tufts of fur between
his toes and was practically silent when he walked anywhere.
Before
Obi-Wan could lash
out with his claws, Qui-Gon flopped down on his own belly, pinning
Obi-Wan with his legs and started grooming the smaller Jedi with a
rough tongue, rumbling happily as he worked on the soft fur of
Obi-Wan’s stomach.
Okay,
that was nice, Obi-Wan stretched out.
The
older man had always been a safe groomer, never bit him or tried to
tickle unless he was being playful and right now he was just looking
to groom and bond it seemed which
was quite fine in Obi-Wan’s books as he allowed it.
He
tensed ever so slightly when Anakin flopped down too, wiggling closer
only to freeze when Obi-Wan looked at him but Qui-Gon easily
distracted him by grooming a knotted patch, the older Jedi rumbling
unhappily at the knot. “Obi-Wan…” He murmured in a vaguely
scolding tone.
Huffing,
Obi-Wan focused back. “I’m sorry but what did you expect? I’m a
rug burner as Depa likes to point out.” He grouched.
His
distraction however allowed Anakin to get nice and close, the blond
feline instantly starting to groom Obi-Wan’s head and ears to avoid
him hissing at Anakin.
Well
as long as he stayed away from Obi-Wan’s belly, that was fine.
He
was actually putting down his guard a bit when nothing happened but
grooming, a nice, drowsy relaxation settling heavily in his bones
along with the warm sun shining in through the windows and Qui-Gon’s
larger fluffier body warming him too since the fluffy cat had pinned
him down.
Qui-Gon
was good for becoming warm, being all large and fluffy as he was.
And
then Anakin bit him in the belly fat just like Obi-Wan suspected he
would do.
Hissing
and jerking out from under Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan rolled onto his paws and
raced after the cackling evil former padawan, the damn desert cat
jumping up high and onto the wall shelves that lined their quarters,
his long hind legs easily allowing him to make the jumps.
Stopping,
Obi-Wan hissed up at him as Anakin grinned down at him from the top shelf, waiting in anticipation for Obi-Wan to jump up.
He
wasn’t about to use the Force for something this frivolous though and with
that in mind, he turned, raised his tail straight at the other and
made sure Anakin saw his bum before marching out the door flap while
Anakin laughed at him and Qui-Gon tried to call him back.
“Master
Obi-Wan, you’re covered in cowlicks!” Ahsoka called out after
him, laughter in her voice too.
Pausing,
Obi-Wan grunted as he realized those two idiots had groomed him in
all directions before sniffing. “Well then, I guess I’ll just ask
Mace to groom me.” He offered up in a snippy tone and then
disappeared out the door
flap before anyone could stop him.
‘Serves
you right Anakin, time to smell of Mace it is.’ Obi-Wan huffed as
he heard the cry of his name, his tail flickering smugly as he
marched off to the find the sleek, black cat, passing by a few amused
looking knights who eyed his cowlicks.
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