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Description
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Cat’s ID and Name: GFR177 Morphine's Iron Maiden
Species/Breed: Garcia’s Cheetah
Domesticated/Wild: Domesticated
Sport: Racing
Show: Grand Feline Bonanza 2024

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Story

Maiden gave an anxious grunt as she surveyed the looming racetrack in front of them. Never had the young cheetah been to such a prestigious and, more importantly, LOUD venue before. Her handler, Lamb, reached down to give the female a reassuring pat. All Maiden needed to do is something that she did best...run.

Lamb settled into the waiting area and began to wrap Maiden's paws in athletic tape. They had already booked rehab appointments for the cheetah to improve her joint issues, but for now, wrapping was the best preventative measure they had. Lamb wondered if these rehab sessions would do any good. She had heard good things from other garcia cat owners about the clinic, but the handler couldn't help but be cautious. Almost all her knowledge was in Shedus, not cheetahs. It would be quite a while before the new handler would truly feel comfortable making such big decisions for Maiden.
A crackling loudspeaker called all the racers to the track. The parade went more smoothly than expected. There were only a small group of spectators there, so none of the racers seemed to mind the attention. It was when it was time to put the cheetahs in the start boxes, however, that things started to get hairy. A black cheetah next to Maiden did not want to enter the box, nearly bumping into the other racers in its attempts to escape. Lamb was not enthused that this seemingly unpredictable cat would be racing right next to Maiden. Lamb kept her cool though and gently coaxed Maiden into the start box. The metal opening closed shut with an ominous thud. It was all up to Maiden now.

The handlers scrambled off the track as the buzzer sounded. After what felt like the longest silence ever, the start boxes flew open with explosive speed. The racers were off! Not all of the cats decided to give chase, however. One cheetah cowered as the start box opened, and another ran for only a few strides before losing interest. Lamb tried not to laugh. Novice races were always comical. She was just glad Maiden was still chasing the lure as they rounded the 1/3 marker.

Word Count: 365

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eyyyy i got art done

Maiden's first race! Her bones may be crunchy, but she's still got speed~

Art@ HuntingHawks
Characters@ HuntingHawks

Description
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Cat’s ID and Name: GFR177 Morphine's Iron Maiden
Species/Breed: Garcia’s Cheetah
Domesticated/Wild: Domesticated
Sport: Racing
Show: Grand Feline Bonanza 2024

__________________________

Story

Maiden gave an anxious grunt as she surveyed the looming racetrack in front of them. Never had the young cheetah been to such a prestigious and, more importantly, LOUD venue before. Her handler, Lamb, reached down to give the female a reassuring pat. All Maiden needed to do is something that she did best...run.

Lamb settled into the waiting area and began to wrap Maiden's paws in athletic tape. They had already booked rehab appointments for the cheetah to improve her joint issues, but for now, wrapping was the best preventative measure they had. Lamb wondered if these rehab sessions would do any good. She had heard good things from other garcia cat owners about the clinic, but the handler couldn't help but be cautious. Almost all her knowledge was in Shedus, not cheetahs. It would be quite a while before the new handler would truly feel comfortable making such big decisions for Maiden.
A crackling loudspeaker called all the racers to the track. The parade went more smoothly than expected. There were only a small group of spectators there, so none of the racers seemed to mind the attention. It was when it was time to put the cheetahs in the start boxes, however, that things started to get hairy. A black cheetah next to Maiden did not want to enter the box, nearly bumping into the other racers in its attempts to escape. Lamb was not enthused that this seemingly unpredictable cat would be racing right next to Maiden. Lamb kept her cool though and gently coaxed Maiden into the start box. The metal opening closed shut with an ominous thud. It was all up to Maiden now.

The handlers scrambled off the track as the buzzer sounded. After what felt like the longest silence ever, the start boxes flew open with explosive speed. The racers were off! Not all of the cats decided to give chase, however. One cheetah cowered as the start box opened, and another ran for only a few strides before losing interest. Lamb tried not to laugh. Novice races were always comical. She was just glad Maiden was still chasing the lure as they rounded the 1/3 marker.

Word Count: 365

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eyyyy i got art done

Maiden's first race! Her bones may be crunchy, but she's still got speed~

Art@ HuntingHawks
Characters@ HuntingHawks