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Louella-kun looked at her reflection in a twoleg mirror with disgust. After a few weeks of recovery, Creek had finally removed all of her bandages and declared her healed, although she certainly didn't feel that way. Her body was covered in deep and vicious, lengthy scars. Her face was no exception. Covered in claw-marks, it was a miracle that she still had her baby blues at all, "This is ridiculous."
She was a kittypet pureblood and had been destined to be a show cat at that; her beauty was rare and exotic. She was all sharp angles and elegance, her gorgeous tabby coat smooth and free of the wispiness that most long-haired cats experienced. It was all ruined now, though. Tufts of fur had been ripped out by Xuxa in the attack or cut out by Creek to help heal her. The Shaman had assured her the fur would grow back in time and help mask the scars, but that did not help her now nor did it fix her face. She felt like she had lost her very identity... her dreams... all blink of an eye because some rotten Renegade Regime she-cat had had a bad day and decided to blame innocent little Louella for it.
She let out a sigh and pulled away from her reflection and jumped back out the window she had used to enter the decrepit twolegnest. Landing on all four paws was jarring as her sore and healing muscles screamed in protest, but her face didn't show it, she just casually strolled down the sidewalk as if she owned it. If she was not going to be known for her beauty, then she was going to have to find a new direction in life, and her paws led her toward the Punishment District.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 8, 2020 17:33:22 GMT -5
(On mobile. I’ll edit this later)
Her walk to the Punishment district could have went smoothly, but there was no such thing here at the League. In front of one of the buildings sat a small white cat, shards of broken glass around their as they chipped more off of a larger shard. The blood that coated the pieces didn’t even phase them nor the pain that courses through her legs. Placing these shards on a piece of paper covered in glue and blood, it was coming together when Rosalia-Chan saw a figure walking in front of them. A once beautiful picture, now torn apart like a paper plane in a hurricane.
“Ah, Rosalia-Chan sees the issue.” They purred, jumping up to block Loella’s path. “You. You are like a tres magnifique piece of art. Are you here for some Rosaliazing?”
"What the hell are you saying?" Louella gave Rosalia-chan and long, hard look. Bloodied white fur, a broken window, made up words - she couldn't help but assume that this little one had either done something stupid or been beat up. Louella surprised herself when she realized how little she cared about this kit's well-being. She'd been just like her once but, for the record, way cuter, "Speak like a normal cat or get out of here."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 8, 2020 17:46:22 GMT -5
"Non non." Rosalia-chan shook her head, a bloody paw waving in front of her face. The she-kit was always a little off, and pretty used to her siblings teasing her about her strange speech patterns. It stopped bugging her after the first few times, as most things did. "You have been through a lot, huh? Some want to wear their scars like jewelry, but if that's not your style, Rosalia may be able to help."
"Ha! You know nothing about style. It's not suited for cats like you and me, at least not as daily wear. Get a little blood on your ribbon and you'll never be able to clean it off," Louella had once been quite the fashionista. In fact, the entire reason she had gone to the Regime at all was because Gossamer Alessandra had tempted her with a particularly beautiful ribbon. She cherished the thing but couldn't tell you where it was now. These days she still kept a few accessories but only wore them for special occasions, "But feel free to humor me, I've nothing better to do today."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 23, 2020 18:50:47 GMT -5
Rosalia-chan had unnerving black eyes. The kind that only blinked back as Louella tried to demean her. It only made those eyes narrow, become more determined to prove her wrong. How could she even say her style was bad when she hadn't even seen it? It made her pout, though she just as quickly brightened up when Loella let her humor her. "Ah, you haven't heard of laundry soap. Rosalia-chan will tell you about it later." She stepped away from the glass, some part of her relieved to do a craft that was less painful. "You were heading towards punishment, right? Rosalia-chan's studio is a little ways from it, so let us keep going that way." For once in all of Berry's cats, she let Louella take the lead. And she secretly hoped out of the guards could throw her some cobwebs again.
