Novablue
Bouncing about, Kalila Bells held her stolen fish firmly within her jaws as she padded through the streets. Leaping uptop a stone fence surrounding a house, she flicked her tail gently as she settled down onto the fence, paws folding as she dropped her fish in-between them.
A soft mewl escaped her time to time as she ate, eying those passing curiously. Oh, how she wished she could speak to them and ask them how their day was. Or, make friends with someone. She wished she could be invited into a house. What was a house like, anyway? Her tail fluffed at the thought, whipping back and forth.
It was hard to be a stray. Homeless, whatever. She had once been a cat, and being a stray sounded more forgiving than homeless. She had once almost had a boyfriend, another feline, but he had left before she could express her feelings. It didn't hurt much, the feline/plushie had expected as much. She wasn't normal. She wasn't even a creature that existed before her. She was strange. Bizarre. Patched up and unable to speak except for the fact she could produce cat noises. Why would anyone want her permanently?
Sighing mentally, the cat/plushie leapt off the gate, having tired of her meal. Her wings fluttered as she padded about, eyes flicking around to find anything to play with. Briefly, she toyed with a can, growing bored within seconds and flopping down. Ugh. This was only fun for a short period these days. She wanted interaction! She wanted a friend! She didn't care who, or what, just something living to be with.
Heck, she didn't even care if her friend was a spoiled brat. She just wanted company. Just for a bit.
Was that too hard to ask for?
