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First appearance: Book 1 - Dungeon Crawler Carl · Class: Former Child Actor · Race: Cat (Enhanced Growth Buff)
Full name and title
Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk
Breed: Tortoiseshell Persian. Former owner: Miss Bea (Carl's ex-girlfriend). Titles earned in the dungeon: Grand Champion Best in Dungeon, Former Child Actor, and plenty more as the books go on. The title grows every book. Donut documented the full progression herself. It is below. You are welcome.
Dressing up as Donut for Halloween? The Princess Donut costume guide covers a human Donut and a pet-safe version for your actual cat.
I am Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk
Before the dungeon — before all of this — I was a pedigreed, award-winning show cat. I belonged to Miss Bea, who was perfect. Carl was Miss Bea's boyfriend. Carl was not perfect. Carl's main skill was being tall and breaking things. This has not changed.
I spent my days watching Lifetime, HGTV, and The A-Team. I was CULTURED. I understood narrative structure before I could talk. When I could talk, I told Carl this. He said "Goddammit, Donut." He says this a lot. It is not my problem that Carl cannot handle excellence.
The morning everything ended, I escaped the apartment to search for Ferdinand. Carl chased me outside in his underwear and those hideous pink Crocs. Then every building on Earth collapsed. We survived because of ME. Because Carl was outside chasing ME. I saved his life by existing. You're welcome, Carl.
My transformation
In the dungeon, Carl tried to stop me from eating an Enhanced Pet Biscuit. He failed. I melted into what Carl described as "a furry heap of goo" and re-emerged as a sapient, talking, spell-casting crawler with the highest Charisma stat in the dungeon.
My first act as a sapient being was to rename the party "The Royal Court of Princess Donut." I changed Carl's title to "Royal Bodyguard." I changed my own title to "Grand Champion Best in Dungeon." Carl's response was, predictably: "Goddammit, Donut."
He should be grateful. He was nobody before me. Now he's MY nobody.
Why I am the best
My Charisma is the highest in the dungeon. I am the face of the party, the crowd favorite, and the reason we have sponsors. I have more followers than anyone in this dungeon. I have a fan club called the Princess Posse. My class lets me become something new on every floor, which means nobody ever sees me coming twice.
Carl punches things. I perform. There is a difference. The difference is artistry.
I am also a summoner. I fight from a distance because getting dirty is beneath me. My spell names are fabulous. My combat abilities scale dramatically. I am not to be underestimated. I just prefer to be underestimated while wearing a tiara.
Things I have said (and I stand by all of them)
- "I AM YELLING, CARL." (When Carl pointed out I didn't have to type in all caps)
- "I am a Princess, Carl. I don't do 'stealth.'" (Every single book)
- "Wow. Yours isn't nearly that big. Or oily looking." (About a stranger, on live intergalactic television, while Carl was standing right there)
- "Don't look at the screen, Carl. Look at me." (I don't want to talk about this one. Next question.)
Mongo
Mongo is my pet. He is a velociraptor. He eats everything. EVERYTHING. Including things that are not food. Including things that are actively fighting us. Including, on one occasion, a trophy he wasn't supposed to eat.
He was seven inches tall when I picked him on Floor 2, and I bonded him before anyone could stop me. He has been my responsibility ever since. He is very large for a responsibility.
I love Mongo. He is my stupid, beautiful, garbage-eating dinosaur and I would destroy anyone who threatens him. This is not negotiable.
About "Goddammit, Donut"
Carl says this constantly. It is his way of expressing admiration. When Carl says "Goddammit, Donut," what he means is "I am in awe of your brilliance and I cannot articulate my feelings in a more sophisticated manner because I am Carl and his vocabulary is limited." I have decided this is what it means and I will not accept alternative interpretations.
What did Donut do this time?
She renamed the entire party without asking. Again.
"Goddammit, Donut."
Things I hate
- Dogs. All of them. Every single one. German Shepherds especially. Golden Retrievers are the worst because they PRETEND to be nice. Cocker Spaniels are on thin ice after what Angel did to my jingly ball. The only acceptable dog is a dead dog in a dungeon that I can loot for experience. Carl says this is "extreme." Carl has never had a jingly ball destroyed by a cocker spaniel. Carl doesn't understand loss.
- Water. I do not go in the water. I will never go in the water. Do not ask me about the water.
- The System AI. It's obsessed with Carl's feet. It calls itself "Daddy." It has the emotional maturity of a toddler with root access to a planet-destroying dungeon. I do not trust it. I do not like it. It keeps giving Carl foot-related achievements instead of giving ME achievements for being magnificent.
- Being underestimated. I am not "just a cat." I am THE cat. I have a tiara. I have followers on every planet that gets the feed. When I fight, the galaxy watches. When Carl fights, the galaxy watches because they're already watching me.
- Stealth. I am a Princess. I don't do stealth. I have said this in every book. Nobody listens. They never listen.
- This website not being named after me. "The Crawler's Cookbook." WHOSE cookbook? WHICH crawler? It should be called "The Princess Donut Information Repository and Fan Appreciation Portal." I have filed 214 petitions. All denied. Mordecai used them as kindling. I will file 214 more.
Donut's Official Character Reviews
I have reviewed my so-called "party members" and other characters. These ratings are final and non-negotiable. Appeals will be eaten by Mongo.
Perfect. Flawless. The standard against which all other crawlers are measured and found wanting. I would give myself 6 stars but the rating system only goes to 5. This is discrimination. I have filed a complaint.
Adequate bodyguard. Terrible fashion sense. Insists on wearing heart-print boxers as "armor." Blows things up when diplomacy would suffice. His feet are always out. The AI won't stop looking at his feet. I have to deal with both of these things daily. Extra half star for sometimes being tolerable when he's not talking.
My perfect, beautiful, idiot son. He eats everything. He ate my tiara once. I forgave him because he looked sorry. He was not sorry. He was chewing. Deducted one star for the tiara incident. Added it back because I love him. Deducted it again because he just ate something off the floor. SKREEE.
Competent manager. Exhausting personality. He sighs at me constantly. His disappointment is a renewable energy source. He knows everything but only tells us 40% of it. The other 60% is sighing. I respect his expertise. I do not respect his attitude. He used my petitions as kindling. Unforgivable.
Reliable. Capable. Doesn't demand enough attention. I keep telling her she needs to work on her personal brand. She keeps telling me to focus on the boss fight. We have a fundamental disagreement about priorities. Deducted one star for that. Added it back because she's the only one who takes me seriously. Mostly.
The System AI
Creepy. Obsessed with Carl's feet. Calls itself "Daddy." Gave Carl a PEDICURE KIT as a weapon instead of giving ME a tiara upgrade. Its priorities are wrong. Its taste in feet is questionable. It runs the dungeon that is actively trying to kill me. One star and that's generous.
My Crawler Progression (You're Welcome)
I have documented my rise to power for the benefit of my followers. Carl's progression is on his page. His is less impressive.
Book 1: I Become Magnificent (Floors 1-2)
Race: Cat (Enhanced Growth Buff) | Class: Not yet assigned | Highest stat: Charisma (obviously)
Transformation: Ate an Enhanced Pet Biscuit. Melted into goo. Re-emerged as a sapient, talking, spell-casting icon. Carl tried to stop me from eating it. Carl failed. Carl always fails.
Gear:
- Enchanted Crown of the Sepsis Whore: my first crown, from a box on Floor 1. It is purple. Purple is my color. My headgear gets upgraded across the series. It is always fabulous.
Achievements (and title additions):
- Renamed the party "The Royal Court of Princess Donut"
- Demoted Carl to "Royal Bodyguard"
- Awarded myself the title "Grand Champion Best in Dungeon" -- because nobody else was going to do it
- Bonded Mongo as my pet (velociraptor, 7 inches when I picked him)
Followers: Growing. The galaxy is beginning to understand.
Book 2: I Become Strategic (Floor 3)
Race: Cat (Enhanced Growth Buff) | Class: Former Child Actor
Class ability: Former Child Actor is a bard/rogue hybrid that lets me pick a temporary new class on every floor. This is the best class in the dungeon because it means I am never the same threat twice. Carl picked "Compensated Anarchist." Carl blows things up. I adapt. Adapt beats explode.
Charisma: Highest in the dungeon by a wide margin. This is not a boast. This is a fact. The System confirms it.
Status: Fame escalating. Most-watched crawler by audience. The show goes live and quintillions of aliens tune in. They are watching for ME.
Books 4 to 7: spoilers after Book 3 (tap to open)
The full story, with spoilers: Book 4 page · Book 5 recap · Book 6 recap · Book 7 spoiler zone
A note about the art
I am depicted incorrectly on the book covers. Matt Dinniman — the human who writes about me — explained that tortoiseshell colorings are difficult to draw. This is not my problem. I should be depicted accurately or not at all. My beauty deserves precision. I have filed a complaint with the illustrator. The illustrator has not responded. Their loss.
You may now visit the rest of the site. It is inferior to this page. Everything is inferior to this page. If you disagree, your opinion is wrong and I am not interested in hearing it. Spoiler zones if you dare. Return to the lesser pages if you must. And yes, the Peacock show has cast Jeff Hays to voice me, announced at San Diego Comic-Con in July 2026. He has been doing my voice in the audiobooks for years, so this is acceptable. Barely.
Princess Donut: questions readers ask
What is Princess Donut's full name?
In Dungeon Crawler Carl, Princess Donut's full name is GC, BWR, NW Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk. The letters at the front are cat-show titles she won on Earth before the collapse, not anything the dungeon gave her.
Inside the dungeon she adds her own. The moment she can talk in Book 1, she names herself "Grand Champion Best in Dungeon" and renames the party the Royal Court of Princess Donut. Where it all starts is on the Book 1 page.
What breed of cat is Princess Donut?
In Dungeon Crawler Carl, Princess Donut is a tortoiseshell Persian, a pedigreed show cat. Carl describes her as one of those flat-faced cats that "look like they need to be sitting on the lap of a Bond villain."
She comes from a show line: her grandmother, Princess Chonkalot, was Bea's childhood cat (Book 2). Being a cat is also her race in the game, covered in her transformation.
What does Princess Donut look like?
In Dungeon Crawler Carl, Princess Donut is a fluffy tortoiseshell Persian: "fuzzy, black and beige and white," with large yellow eyes and a flat face. Her transformation in Book 1 leaves her only "a little bigger, but not by much," small enough to fight from Carl's shoulder.
Also in Book 1, her Desperado Pass tattoo glows through the fur over her right shoulder blade as a gold splotch, which she considers a disqualifying mark. The book covers draw her wrong on purpose, as the note on the art explains.
How old is Princess Donut?
In Dungeon Crawler Carl, Princess Donut is about four years old when the series begins: she was born roughly four years before the collapse, which happens in the early hours of January 3rd.
Our read: four years is plenty of time to win three show titles and form opinions about everyone's wardrobe. How a four-year-old show cat became a talking crawler is in her transformation.
What do GC, BWR and NW stand for in Princess Donut's name?
In Dungeon Crawler Carl, GC, BWR and NW are Princess Donut's cat-show titles: Grand Champion, Breed Winner Regional and National Winner. She earned them as a pedigreed Persian show cat, owned by Carl's ex-girlfriend Bea, whose family raised and showed Persians.
Our read: they explain a lot. A cat who has been told she is the best in show her whole life walks into a death dungeon expecting top billing, and gets it. Her life before the dungeon is in her own words above.
Does Princess Donut change race?
In Dungeon Crawler Carl, Donut does not change race: she keeps the Cat race. Race selection happens on the Third Floor, at the start of Book 2, and she stays a cat, which gives her Night Vision, Slash Attack, Cat-like Reflexes and the Nine Lives benefit.
Odette had already advised her, at the end of Book 1, to stay a cute cat. The class she picks at the same time is answered on the class quiz page.
Is Princess Donut a girl?
In Dungeon Crawler Carl, Princess Donut is a girl, and the books call her "she" from the first chapter. It fits her coat too: tortoiseshell cats are almost always female, because the coloring depends on having two X chromosomes.
Her velociraptor is the boy of the house. Donut had planned to call him Sissy had he been a girl. He has his own page.
When does Princess Donut start talking?
In Dungeon Crawler Carl, Donut starts talking early in Book 1, on the First Floor. In Mordecai's tutorial guild she snatches an Enhanced Pet Biscuit out of Carl's hand, eats it and transforms into a sapient, talking cat. Mordecai then reclassifies her as a full crawler.
The biscuit came from a Legendary Pet Box Carl earned for being the first crawler to bring a cat into the dungeon. That floor is covered in the Floor 1 guide.
Going as Princess Donut for Halloween? The Donut costume guide covers the human version and the one for your actual cat.
Donut's Court
Carl
'My manservant.' Carl is Donut's bodyguard, punching bag, straight man, and the person she yells at most. She loves him. She will never say this directly. She once compared his anatomy unfavorably on intergalactic television.
PetMongo
Donut's bonded pet velociraptor. She mothers him with the aggressive intensity of a cat who has never seen a parenting manual but is absolutely sure she doesn't need one.
Game GuideMordecai
Mordecai manages Donut's development with the patience of a saint and the exasperation of a man who has seen too much. Their dynamic is one of the best in the series.
From the crawlers
18 messages left on this page, published as sent. Typos and all; we do not tidy anyone's voice.
I don't even like cats, but I warmed up to Donut. Now I know what the acronym "BWR" means. I pray I will never need this knowledge, because that would mean I am at a cat show.
Princess Donut, you are the absolute best. This is your world, and we are all just lucky enough to be a part of it.
your the best this site sh-got to go my cat is trying to eat a mongo toy my mom made for her .BONNIE STOP! sorry. bye! nonono
you re the best
i think your so cool i tryed to dess my cat up like you for halloween. i failed. my cat is infior to you.
i have pleged myself to you 379 times now. your wellcome.
this site SHOULD be about you and i like how puple this page is it's the best. all the others are boring. and black for some reson. it's wierd.
you are the best i love you you are really good at singing i sing to and you are way beter than me
You are magnificent in all ways
The most magnificent thing to have or will ever exist. Also, yes, Mongo was absolutely robbed. I'm appalled.
So, I can't help but notice that Elle is not a choice in the favorite character fan vote. Please rectify this immediately. You're cool too; I guess. *WARNING: This note has been imbued with the dinosaur shit effect. If eaten by a dinosaur race this note causes three hours of non-stop... you get the idea.
Fair, and fixed. Elle McGibbons is on the fan vote as of 2026-09-06. She still needs a character page.
Your Majesty, Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk, I write to report a royal proclamation of my own household. My cat, formerly known simply as Tidbit, has long fled beneath the bed whenever accused of being a chonk — weeping, I assume, tears of shame. No longer. Having learned of Your Highness's proud claim to the Chonk title, Tidbit has declared herself Tidbit the Burbank Chonk (Burbank being to her what Queen Anne is to you — humbler, admittedly, but hers). She now bears the accusation as an honorific. She struts. She poses for photos on tile floors, unbothered. You did this. One cat's shamelessness rippled across the fictional divide and emboldened another. Carl would never understand. Mongo would probably just eat this tribute. But I wanted the record to show: Tidbit the Burbank Chonk owes her confidence to you. — Scott, loyal subject of a lesser chonk
Oh powerfull and incredibly flawless Donut the queen anne chock, I have but one question, how in Gods name has Carl not found any pants yet?!
Anyone who says Princess Donut isn't number one should have an elemental spawned on them in their sleep. You are magnificent. From this point on, I shall hold my own cat to your example and hope she learns from your greatness. Thank you, Princess Donut, for everything you do. All hail The Great Princess Donut Ruler Of The Dungeon!
My dearest Donut, I am so pleased to hear you're doing well! It is I, the Arch Dutchess Grey Skull - we once met in Phoenix as you rightfully, fairly, and justly won Best in Show that day - and it matters not if you remember me. I write to you today in sheer admiration for your story. Seeing you save your (seemingly useless) bodyguard and friends time after time has been so inspiring. I would have sent a more official letter of communication, but it's surprisingly difficult to send letters to an otherwise uninhabited planet surface. Wishing you all the best from the comfort of the galaxy cruise I was brought to before the collapse, and I can't wait to see your continued successes. Kisses - meowah.
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