Alotta Money

Life became like the Internet, full of cats making stupid things.

Eyes of the Kitty God

fabiello

Marlene and her kittens. Spending yet another night in these hot streets, looking around, filming a fight, reading a book by Baudelaire, sitting on the side of the road, open eyes and a warm heart, even today a shelter and some food for 3 kittens who want to grow up. In MāoMāo City.

basileus.eth

Marlene and the Kittens

Carlos Marcial

An elite team of street cat fighters, in love with heavy weapons and rockabilly music.

The Stray Cats

Blockchains & the street art scene
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BLOCKCHAIN cat TAG

vuLoN_

Ol' Mangy Catstard A cat that knows his way around a spray can and a bottle, without whiskers. Blacked out in Catstanbal, woke up in Mão Mão and never left. Nothing finicky about this feline who will bet 8 of his 9 lives that you won't do a damn thing.

Ol' Mangy Catstard

brucethegoose

While some kitties like to partake in the constant street fights among their fellows, others are perfectly content to observe from a safe distance; or bide their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

OpenNFT

You call it spectating, i call it safety

TS Moreau

Wind swept through the temple and for a brief moment, the damp smell transported him to the fields as a young kit, chasing mice through cattail and clover by the edge of the Lower Frisk.  Master Aditi suddenly shook his head like a cat in the rain.  Days long gone cannot touch me now.

He bent low over strange clawings on weathered bone, whiskers sweeping dust as the writings unwound their secrets and ancient curses worked into his tongue.  The Emperor had forsaken him and he had wandered the wilderness without honor and without purpose.  Ronin.

As dark spiraling energies rose in his throat, Aditi knew here was a purpose.  Power.  Not political or even physical.  No, here was power at its most raw - the Power of the Breath!  Drawing all his shame and anger, Aditi focused on the rough fibers collecting in his throat, his voice long silenced, his name unspoken.  Let me speak it now!  Kuuuuuuuuuuung PAW!

Metavereum

Aditi of the Kung Paw

Hidden Forces

Orphaned and sold as a pet before escaping to Shao Mountain, the monks of the Temple in the Woods gave refuge to the Sphynx.  Feigning sleep in the day as he watched the monks practice, he copied their moves at night in the dark empty hallways when the fires burned low. 

After years of training in secret, one moonless night a tiger slipped into the temple undetected by the monks.

His nose alone sensed the invisible foe, and the Sphynx dropped from the shadows like a wrinkled grey corpse into a tomb - yellow silk pants rippling in the dark, claws and fangs glinting like the bones of his long dead enemies, Feiyue sneakers flashing in firelight.  Two shapes shifted like water under Anji Bridge in winter, shreds of flesh tufted in tigerfur falling like a snowstorm of red and orange burning at sunset.

When the monks woke in the morning, the Sphynx cat was gone, a tiger shorn and sliced to ribbons lay splayed before the altar, it's eyes wild, wide, and empty. Looking back over his shoulder, Shaolin Sphynx chanted a prayer for his temple brothers and set forth on the high road, called by the rumors of Māo Māo City and a darkness gathering there.

swifteagle.eth

Shaolin Sphynx

Plouzzaa

Post-Hooman Hunters

Shortcut

Each of these carefully created street cats reflects an emotional expression of the artist, who almost transformed himself into a cat during the creative process. Meow!

Bård Ionson

Short-cats

The origins of Māo Māo City are lost to pre-history, before rough tongues could speak, before our claws would carve these marble idols, when humans were our masters. This much we know. Some say once cats were worshipped as gods, but I say, any god gets his balls cut off, ain't no kind of god at all. 

Out of that era we hear only the howling songs yowled in the early years of cat cognition. And the Pixel Records dug from the endless chains and remants of the Virtual Multitude, still running to this day on DeCentral Station, a dangerous Multiverse of endless reflection plasma-gapped from the Global Grid. 

These days there's tension in the Double Māo. Kitty God's Army units openly patrolling the streets, Short-cats on the scene looking for answers, Marlene can barely feed her kittens, Ol' Mangey's on the moloko again. I even heard a rumor the Amigos are expanding their territory. It's like you need 10 lives just to survive in this town. 

We all feel it. This city is filled with fear and that fear has a name. Kung Paw. 

Once the Elite Guards, by claw and fang they cut through all opposition to their Emperor's terrible will, until the night his Majesty's kitcubine slipped on the raised dias, and their agile Captain Aditi caught her mid-fall. Though he kept her paw from touching the ground and preserved her honor, his own paws had broken the deepest taboo and by the Emperor's own decree - the punishment was death. 

In a moment of weakness or love, the Emperor commuted the sentence to exile. Enraged their leader was denied an honorable death, the Kung Paw slaughtered the Emperor in dark memorial and fled into exile to search for their Master, making way for the popular uprising that swept the city, and this uneasy peace that's descended. 

It was rumored that the Kung Paw found their leader in a great cavern underground in the wastes of the West, performing arcane rituals to seek forbidden power. These days I don't know what to believe... 

Pray the Eyes of the Kitty God are upon us now, my kitties. Look to the East and Shao Mountain. Surely righteous cats still walk this domain.

Big Trouble in Māo Māo City

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