Small black silhouette tattoo of a witch riding a broomstick with a cat on the upper arm of a woman with long brown hair.

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Witch on broomstick with cat on upper arm

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A small solid black silhouette of a witch on a broomstick, with a cat sitting on the handle, sits on the outer upper arm. The design is simple and graphic, with no fine detail or shading, and the figures are shown in flat black ink against pale skin. The photo is a close, softly lit crop that shows the arm and shoulder, with a white top and a gold wristwatch in the frame.

Upper arm Witch Cat Silhouette Flying

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You'll want to hush now, because this is the part where Mother Ashdown's cat goes missing and the whole of Hollin's Dene comes up the lane with lanterns. Nobody in the village ever saw the cat again, but the wool merchant's boy swore he saw it on the back of a broom, sitting bolt upright on the handle as neat as a parson at a christening, and the old witch leaning forward over it like she'd been asked to carry the milk to market and didn't mean to be late. They came down from the beech wood on the Thursday, the pair of them, not a hair out of place.

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Now the village folk didn't like that. They said witches ought to keep to the bogs and the blackthorn, and they went up to the edge of the trees with pitchforks and a fine show of temper. Mother Ashdown only laughed at them. She said she'd lived forty winters at the forest's edge and the forest had never once asked her to stop, so she couldn't see what business it was of theirs. Then she climbed on, and her cat leapt up after her, and the two of them rose over the fence posts and the sheep and the chapel roof without a single wobble.

The boy still tells it at the alehouse. He says the best of it wasn't the flying. It was the cat, looking back down at the crowd as if counting them, and deciding none of them were worth the trouble of a scratch. That's how you know a thing is true, my loves. Nobody bothers to lie about a cat's opinion of you.