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[angel]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Angel lives in a comfortable house, with a comfortable bed.

Her collar is snug around her neck. It has been silent since her housefolk took off the bell, which always spooked her. She is content, with tantalizing meats given in the daytime and a warm lap to sleep upon in the night. She has everything she could ever want, and her life is bliss. She has everything that she could ever [/i]need[/i].

She scarecly leaves her comfortable home, and when she does it is rarely far. The backyard of her twoleg's nest is kept shielded from all the world by white bits of wood, jutting from the ground like the bones that make up a ribcage. They swallow her whole, keep her fragile heart shielded from the great and frightening beyond. She knows little of it, and is content to keep it that way. Her world is small and perfect.

Except - there is one cat from beyond her own walls that she has always been happy to let in.

"Helloooo?" calls the pale-flanked kit in a playful mew. Her snowdrop eyes scan the tips of the fence, searching for that most familiar of faces. Her twoleg shuts the door gentle behind her, and it is a familiar enough routine not to startle. When the familiar fire-licked face of her dearest friend is not immediately found, Angel's face settles into a pout. She turns and scampers forwards to peer through the fence's gaps.

Their housefolk usually let them out at the same time, sometimes even chattering away to one another. "Where, um - are you there? You gotta say something if you are, okay?" Angel puts her face up to the gaps, blinks at the little smidgeon of the other yard that she can see. She usually lets her friend take the lead when they meet on the fence.

Her pout only deepens when she doesn't immediately find the face she's looking for. I swear, if she tries to startle me again... "C'mon, you know I don't like it when you hide," Angel calls out with a smile that's only affectionately annoyed.

DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE WILD THINGS GO? ❅ THEY GO ALONG TO TAKE YOUR HONEY‎

• @Sweetbark

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  ANGEL ❅ she / her, kittypet of the twolegplace.
  𖥔 a plush silver tabby with a black head and pale grey eyes.
  𖥔 wears a dusty pink collar.
  𖥔 childish, timid, and sweet. clingy with those she loves.
  𖥔 npc x npc, gen 1
  𖥔 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  𖥔 penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Sweetbark]

The wolf crouches low, bright patches of lightest cream splaying out among the deadened grass. It is clipped short, short enough that the only available attempts at stalking were buffering by a tenuous suspension of disbelief, but still she sinks into the prickly "underbrush" with an irreverent sort of glee. She was the fierce huntress of this garden, the sworn beast of her proverbial castle, now patrolling petunias and day-lilies until the outside world came crashing in at her behest.

Because, of course, undoubtedly, the world was hers to command a whim,

Like clockwork, a flash of familiarity bleeds into her daydream, always staring, always present. Always there at least. Another predator (prey!) finds solace in the shallow enclave of her imagingings; another being that breathed hapless specificity into the dourness of their predicament.

She was a dour little thing, a bit dingy and sooty (her coat not quite right, her head a mess of coal-black and ashen-gray stares - what a match!) and quite unserious to behold. She cringed away from the slightest tear or rip and found a way to complain about any plan that had more than two steps. In truth, Lupita despised her.

In fiction, she was exactly who Lupita wanted to be listening to her pretty dreams from behind a fence (and Lupita, no matter how sweetly she denied it, just loved living in fiction.) Angel was her name, and how heavenly did her name sit between the girl's twisting ears. It was of the nature of most children's friendship: one child coveting a toy or shiny thing from another and attempting to create a connection to get said toy. For Angel and Lupita, it was attention that Lupita coveted and Angel (who wanted companionship) had always been more than able to give it.

The girl's ears twisted forward, catching the few wispy tones of her voice, just enough to respond with a stomped foot and a pout. It's no fun if you never play a-lo-ngggg. Her voice wibbled with a hint of a whine as if she were the younger sibling in a litter complain about the unjustness of sharing. I'm the huntress, see, and I'm big and I rule this whole forest.

She crept forward with a long, exaggerated stalk, her eyes large and wild on purpose as she approached the barrier between them. And imagine I'm super big and covered in the bones of my enemies who fell before me!
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[angel]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Angel has never been one for fantasy; she never felt the need to escape. Everything that she knows is boxed in by towering spikes of white, and her mind dares not tread past their all-encompassing protection.

Lupita is so much different from her, and yet so coveted all the same. When she speaks, Angel listens, hanging onto each word as though it is the sweetest ambrosia. She is bright and bold and wondrous, and the comparatively plain kit can hardly understand her. Having such a creature penned in just beside her is a blessing just as much as the plushness of all her life. A firefly trapped in a jar, a flickering glimpse of flame where it can never burn her. Angel loves her.

She cannot help the way her ears press back at Lupita's wobbling voice. The flame dims, and she makes quick work of correcting her mistake. "Oh! Okay, okay," she placates.

In truth, Angel doesn't care much for her games. She doesn't really understand them, doesn't understand the way Lupita always wants more, always dragging her into fantasies of being anything but herself. She wishes, when she lets herself feel a little bit discontented, that they could just be themselves without all of these silly pretenses. She never says this aloud; instead, she contorts herself easily to fit whatever shape Lupita seeks, just for the glimpse of that smiling face through the gaps of the fence.

Her nose wrinkles at the mention of bones. "Gross," she mutters on impulse, before catching herself. "Or, I mean - " For a moment, Angel wracks her brain for the correct response. She's not good at these games, not like her friend is. "Scary! And I'm, um..."

A blink of sooty-grey eyes. She can be anything. She wants to be by Lupita's side. "I'm a ruler too. Of - of another forest, but..." She tries to straighten up to make herself look regal, peering down at her friend's creeping form through the slats in the fence. She feels more awkward than anything, unable to lose herself in the game. "I have, um, an offer for the great huntress!" That's pretty good, right? "Can we please - er, we should join our kingdoms together...! She never likes the fighting games, after all...

Oh, and before she forgets... "And I'm not as big but I'm really pretty. And I have the shiniest collar."

DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE WILD THINGS GO? ❅ THEY GO ALONG TO TAKE YOUR HONEY‎

• 

  
  
  "SPEECH"
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• 
  
  ANGEL ❅ she / her, kittypet of the twolegplace.
  𖥔 a plush silver tabby with a black head and pale grey eyes.
  𖥔 wears a dusty pink collar.
  𖥔 childish, timid, and sweet. clingy with those she loves.
  𖥔 npc x npc, gen 1
  𖥔 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  𖥔 penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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