Languid limbs stretch free from their imprisonment of speckled fluff as, for what feels like the first time in a long time, a princess properly awakens. Yellow eyes catch the rays of the sun in pools of similar hue, drowsiness dissipating like dew beneath golden light. Instantly, she's on her feet, a tingling bell announcing her presence for none to hear as the young molly leaps from couch to windowsill, nose pressing excitedly against the window frame. Excitement fogs the glass as she peers out of her home, awed instantly by the greenery before her, the wisps of ivory butterfly wings and the distant fluff of far-away trees - yes, she looks to all the world like a woman taking in her first sight of the outside world because - that's exactly what she is. For moons now Bug had been tossed hither and either, from one vet appointment to another cat carrier to a closed room to blah blah blah. She loved her two-legs, truly she did, but they could be so unpredictable at times.
Today that would be in her favor.
Scrambling against the window, Bug would climb as best she could onto the parted lip. Hooking her claws in and pulling herself over was an easy enough task, squeezing her head through the small divide a little less so. But with a determined growl and a satisfying, if not comically unrealistic, pop! she was through!
And immediately tumbled head-over-tail into her twoleg's yard!
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Ow ow ow! What a tumble!
" she groaned, rubbing her tooshie absently as her wince fades into a blissful breath of fresh air, ""I oughta be called Rollypolly!
" she laughs, her mirth melodic in tune with the cat bell hidden beneath her thick fur.She wondered if, after so long, she'll finally be able to see Shroud again.
I'll wait for you 'til then
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GENERAL:
♫ Bug || Kitty-pet
♫ DFAB— She/Her
♫ 20 moons
♫ Daughter of Whiskers and Fly Swatter
COMBAT:
♫ Physically semi-easy | mentally hard
♫ Attack in bold pink
injuries: None currently