re: cat paratype
since i discovered the alterhuman community in 2015, i've known i was cat-hearted. for the same amount of time, i've questioned a cat therio/kintype on and off.
for most of that time, i've dismissed the 'type. i feel none of the instincts or desires of a cat, such as prey drive or territoriality. clearly, i would think, i'm confusing my feelings surrounding my heart-type for kinfeels. since other-heartedness isn't as well-known or talked about as otherkinity, surely it'd be easy to mistake one for the other.
the reasoning made sense, and i'd let the subject go - and yet, this cat-shaped question would return, again and again.
this last year, i discovered my identity as a mimic - a creature whose shape is influenced by its environment, the people and animals it spends time around, and the media it digests. because i was raised by humans, my physical body is human, and my envisaged shape is usually humanoid, i consider myself a human mimic. as in, not a human, but something in a human shape.
so when the cat-shaped question pawed at my door again, i was finally able to put things together: i'm a cat mimic.
it makes so much sense, really. for as long as i can remember, there's been a cat in my family's house. the first cat i bonded with as a child slept with me almost every night. cats were my first favorite animal, the first animal i really studied and sought information about. when i started teaching myself to draw, cats were one of my first subjects. of course i would mimic them!
this explains my lack of feline instincts, and how my shape never truly matches - i'm a mimic in a cat's shape, and not a cat proper.
ahh, it's just so nice to finally figure this out. that cat-shaped question has a collar with a name tag now, and happily curls up in my bed.
unhinged thirty days of otherkin challenge, day 25: alone in a forest with no provisions, how long does your kintype survive?
that's exactly where the fauns belong, baby! let's assume you mean a different forest, though. you'd have to transplant the trees somehow - we're tied to the trees - but let's say it's possible.
there'd be transplant shock, so the fauns would likely go into dormancy for a bit. the only provisions needed are good soil, sunlight, and water. easy peasy. after that, it's business as usual!
sleepyhead would be fine. they were raised in (by?) the forest, it's no stranger to them. after a moment to get their bearings, they'd soldier on.
Having the weirdest combination of phantom shifts tonight. It's a mix of mule and jaguar. The face is more of a mix, but the ears are seperate. I have four ears (six counting the physical human ears).
Quick sketch trying to show what's going on... this is very strange.
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i can be trusted on a nature walk i promise. i promise i will stay on the trail and will not run off into the forest never to be seen again i promise
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