Black tribal-style cat face design in bold solid linework, shown as a flash drawing with no body placement.

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Tribal cat face design

Blackwork · Black and grey · Flash

A stylised cat face drawn in bold black tribal-style linework on a white background. The eyes, nose and ears are outlined with swirling, tapering strokes, and the fur is rendered as sweeping, flame-like black shapes. The composition is a single centred, symmetrical front view with no shading or colour.

Blackwork Cat Cat face Ear Nose Eye Fur

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had got into the gatehouse again by the time I found the cat, sitting bolt upright on the lowest step of the keep as if she had been waiting for me since the Normans. Nobody in Caldcote claimed her. The postman called her the Duchess and the lambing farmer called her a nuisance, but both left scraps on the curtain wall, and she took them without thanks.

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The castle had been giving itself back to the hill for four hundred years, and the council paid me to slow that down. My kit was a clipboard, a stepladder and a tin of lime mortar. The lime was the trouble. Every time I packed a crack in the wall, the stones shifted behind it, and the cat would walk along the new joint with her tail up, looking at me the way a foreman looks at a man who has laid the wrong brick.

In November the wind took the top off the east tower. I was on the scaffold with numb fingers when I saw her below in the mist, the black lines curling over her brow like smoke off a wick. She was watching not me but the gap where the great hall floor had been. I climbed down, and she led me along the outer ward, stopping every few yards to look back, until we reached a cellar door half buried in nettles.

Inside, dry as a biscuit tin, were tally sticks and a clay pot of coins stamped with a cat's face, worn nearly smooth. I took the pot to the council. They gave me a plaque and a small rise. The cat took the plaque's wooden stand for a scratching post, and every evening after that she sat on the rubble of the east tower with her back to the sea, looking down into the hole where the hall used to be, as if she had only ever been minding the door.