CRADLES \ angelina

Apr 24, 2023
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Apparently Doomguy isn't supposed to go into the other dens. He's supposed to stay in the nursery with the orange one and his brother and Sorrel and Las Plagas and the other cats who are big and round. He doesn't really know why and he doesn't care. He will go where he pleases! He is too fierce to stop! None dare oppose him.

He trots with his tail held high into the apprentice's den. The only cat inside is one he recognizes. Her fur is white. It's even whiter than his own; there aren't any flecks marring its smooth ivory expanse. Her scent, too, is familiar. She'd carried him to this place.

He doesn't know how he feels about that still. Is it better than the last place? Doomguy grunts to himself. Perhaps it is. There's more cats. There's milk instead of the other stuff.

Still, that doesn't save Angelina from the pointy, needling teeth of a one moon old kit. He launches himself at her with a warcry: "RAGHH!" He will attempt to pin her tail tip down and bite down on it.

// @angelina


[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]