[P] Her foolish decrees, her words so contrived.

**rubberRatroom** · #1 April 25th, 2025, 07:26 PM

Magnolia

13 moons | she/they | Loner/Ex-kittypet | has a pink collar with a loud bell

The fragile winds whisked across the wide terrain. The short meadows of open land were novelties to her growing perception of the world. The slow dance of the wheat, fair weeds on a good day, made her stomach growl with nausea. In a place filled with serenity, she sat panting and regretting her previous choices.

It had been at least two moons since she ran away. Magnolia had been tired of being cooped up, and decided being outside would be better. In her childish manner, she made a choice that completely altered her life. She was alone and afraid, every little sound a symphony of chaos and danger in her eyes.

…

“H-hello?”

The shallow, dark red outline of a barn lay ahead. The gentle scraping against the wood just enough to make out from this far away. Though the only unsettling thing from this distance was the dark outline of a cat below the bushes and shrubs, seemingly in some kind of burrow or nest.

“I’-I’m sorry if I interrupted your nap or anything… I’m lost and…”

Small tears bubble in the corner of her eyes like delicate pearls.

“And I’m really scared… you’re the only other cat I’ve seen so far…”

Her conversation quickly stops, she needs a moment to breathe. The sharp, stinging feeling in her chest reminds her of emptiness. It scares her to death, this whole outside world scared her to death.

This cat was her only hope.

[ @Streamtail ]

**Streamtail** · #2 Yesterday, 08:27 AM

Flicker
- She/her, 20 moons, rouge -

TW - This character often is related to/thinks about death, gore, and other unsettling and graphic topics (E.X. Manipulation, insanity, murder, violence).

The gentle ringing of a bell. The slender molly raises her head at the sound, red-tinted orbs fluttering open and immediately finding the small white and grey silhouette. She doesn't usually sleep very often, a few short power naps whenever she feels like she'll pass out from the deprivation of rest, but they don't often last more than thirty minutes. So she isn't terribly irritated with this cat for waking her, but it probably isn't ideal. Then again, she doesn't really care as long as the newcomer isn't boring. If she is she might just slit her throat and get a bit more shut-eye. She slips out from the cluster of bushes she was lying in, her tail brushing against the leaves of the shelter as it flicks in the air. The small she before her definitely seems frightened, something in her finding a sadistic joy at the sight of her cowering, but for now she pushes the feeling down as she approaches her.

"I don't mind hun," She chirps, a silky purr slipping past her permanently upturned lips, "That's a cute collar, do you like it much?"

She appears next to the molly, her striped tail laying over her back in mock friendliness.

@rubberRatroom

**rubberRatroom** · #3 Yesterday, 10:29 PM

Magnolia

13 moons | she/they | Loner/Ex-kittypet | has a pink collar with a loud bell

This cat's voice - tingly and terrifying - smooth and rigid as it was, made her feel sickly at ease. The slow, but also quick, movement of her tail resting against her back made her eyes narrow.

"Thank... Thank you ma'-ma'am,"

She courteously nods her head, overwhelmed by worry and concern, debt weighing over her shoulders like clouds glooming with rain. A storm on a horizon she'd yet to discover, the oranges covered by the promising fog, the cheeky, masking fog that covered up the storms lies.

"I...I um, I like it, enough, I guess."

Grains of sand wound itself into her bones, shaking her like she were frail branches in swift winds. A mere mention of her previous life sent her into a stupor, inner-workings of her young mind-set. Or perhaps just the foolishness of a kit.

"My housefolk g...gave it to me,"

It was hard to hide the sharp, aching purr that rumbled when she mentioned her housefolk. Though it had been many moons before she last saw them, it was no fault of theirs for her getting out. Magnolia had only herself to blame. It rocked her to her very core, and it was clear she was nearing a totally mental calamity. By only her own actions, she had totally destroyed her secure life. A miracle she'd lived this long to see a cat as nice as this lady. Her smile, though curved upward in a manner that made it uncanny and unrecognizable in a way, welcomed her into security. The kind of security you leapt into and quickly leapt back out of. Magnolia had no intentions to stay or follow this cat forever. She would eventually find her housefolk again, for she knew they were looking for her too. They had to be, otherwise her heart would burst and splatter, stained from their sudden distaste and hate for her. They had loved too earnestly, and if the twolegs who had raised her turned, who's to say the world wouldn't turn it's back on her, too?

[ @Streamtail ]

**Streamtail** · #4 Yesterday, 11:37 PM

Flicker
- She/her, 20 moons, rouge -

TW - This character often is related to/thinks about death, gore, and other unsettling and graphic topics (E.X. Manipulation, insanity, murder, violence).

She raises her eyebrows at the younger molly's words, her lips stretching a bit thinner as her unsettling grin widens. What a cute little mouse, she's clearly still attached to her 'housefolk.' Struck a nerve on her first try, how perfectly convenient, no further prodding needed. She raises a paw to the little mouse's neck, a claw hooking her collar.

"Hmm, it seems like it would be hard to get any food with all the racket it makes," She muses, her gaze unwavering as she cocks her head to the side, "You must be starving love."

Of course, she doesn't actually care about her physical- or mental state for that matter. She just finds her response to her presence amusing, it's satisfying to see something cower before her and yet at the same time be so trusting of her intentions, such a strange little mouse. Her claw nicks the she's neck, her eyes dilating slightly at the scent of her dribbling blood.

"Oops, sorry darling~" She coos, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you too bad."

She leans in, her expression darkening slightly with a twisted relish as her claw slowly cuts through the fabric of her collar. When it falls to the ground, the bell chimes briefly before its sound is muffled by the grass. She purposefully steps on the object, drawing her rough tongue over her small gash. She has to stop herself from ripping her throat open right there.

"There, so it won't get infected," She says, her voice a low but eerie sound as she straightens up.

@rubberRatroom