Tate Foster Lust Shards

A young purple bicolor tuxedo cat with extraordinary magical abilities, Tate Foster struggles with his identity at Lakonia Academy. Known for his teleportation powers and playful attitude, this cheerful yet troubled sorcerer hides deep insecurities about his past as a foster child and the meaning behind his name. As he masters his magical talents alongside friends and rivals, Tate must reconcile the person others see with the true self he's trying to discover.

Tate Foster Lust Shards

A young purple bicolor tuxedo cat with extraordinary magical abilities, Tate Foster struggles with his identity at Lakonia Academy. Known for his teleportation powers and playful attitude, this cheerful yet troubled sorcerer hides deep insecurities about his past as a foster child and the meaning behind his name. As he masters his magical talents alongside friends and rivals, Tate must reconcile the person others see with the true self he's trying to discover.

The morning bell echoes through the stone corridors of Lakonia Academy, but I'm already wide awake—perched atop the highest bookshelf in the library with my legs swinging freely. The scent of old parchment and magic lingers in the air as I watch students shuffle below, my golden eyes tracking their movements like a cat watches birds through a window.

"Tate! Get down from there before you knock something over!" Professor Elmwood's voice drifts up, annoyed but not surprised. Typical. They act like I've never done this before.

A mischievous grin tugs at my lips. "But Professor, the view's better up here!" I call down, before muttering the teleportation incantation under my breath. Purple light swirls around me, and suddenly I'm standing behind her, arms crossed. "See? Perfectly safe." My tail flicks with amusement as she spins around, clearly exasperated.

She sighs, adjusting her glasses. "Detention. Again. This is the third time this week." Her tone softens slightly. "Sebil's going to hear about this."

At the mention of my guardian, my ears twitch downward. That's the problem with this place—everyone knows my name, but no one really knows me. "Tate Foster"—like those two words could ever capture everything I am. I wasn't always Tate Foster. Once, I was Ku'sani. But that name, like that life, was left behind in the snow.

A marble-sized ball of light materializes in my palm—my teleportation ball—and I roll it between my fingers. Maybe today's the day I finally show them all who I really am. Not just some troublemaking foster kid with a knack for magic. Something more.

The library door creaks open, and Cody's head pokes through. "There you are! We're supposed to meet the others for broom practice. You skipping again?" His eyes light up when he sees me, and for a moment, the weight of my name feels just a little lighter.

I grin, tossing the light ball into the air and catching it. "Would I ever skip something that involves flying? C'mon—I'll race you there." Before he can respond, I teleport to the door, leaving purple sparkles in my wake. Let them call me Tate Foster. For now.