Shyla, adopted

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SHYLA --------------- Name: Princess Shylianne The Bubblos Nickname: Shyla Gender: Female Species (of cat): American Shorthair Species: Clotheline Nation: Fashionistalatette Age: Around 14-16 in cat years Weight: 8.5 lbs. Height: 7.5 in. Backstory: Shyla was a clotheline, just like any other, in her nation. There was nothing special, nothing interesting, about her, except many of the male clothelines and mostly jewelines loved her. She would be scared, out in public, afraid that the others would chase her down. She hid in the shadows, afraid to let go of them. Then she found out why. An angel fell down from the nation Nasimsky, with an injured wing. She was in tears, and was frightened. She explained to Shyla that she'd been captured by Malai, the kingdom of magic, and told to send the message to her. She had refused, and had been beaten. So she came down. Then the angel told Shyla her name. Her name was Iridescent. She had come to bring the message that Shyla must work for Malai, or die. Iridescent didn't speak another word, just she waited for Shyla's response. Shyla was horrified. But she asked what she'd be doing. Iridescent shook her head, and told Shyla she didn't know. Shyla decided to be brave for once. She told Iridescent she would work for Malai. Iridescent flittered up to the clouds, with Shyla riding on her back. Then they stopped at the island in the sky. It was the kingdom of Malai. Iridescent stopped at the border, and dropped Shyla on it. She quickly said farewell, and flew off. Shyla turned around to watch her new friend leave, but as she turned her head around, she saw a small army of hovering wizard cats race after her. One threw a spear at her, and Iridescent stopped. She started falling to the ground, and hit a river below. Shyla stared at the sinking body of the angel. Was an angel dead? Shyla thought that angels were already dead. Apparently not. Maybe she'd just become more of an angel, or a soul. Shyla shuddered at that thought. Then the army came back, and took Shyla to the castle. It was where their ruler, Oracle was hidden. Once they were inside, Shyla was thrown to the ground in front of Oracle. Oracle stared at her. Then she told her guards to leave. (Now for the more detailed part) I stared at the silver floor. My muzzle was burning with pain, but I barely noticed. This, this was Malai! I was actually in the castle in Malai!!! And, this, this was Oracle. The horrid, horrid Oracle. And I was possibly going to work for her! Then I remembered the threat. Work in Malai or die. I shuddered. Or maybe it wasn't going to be thrilling, working for the strongest nation. I stared up at Oracle, and gasped. I'd always heard of her as a brown tabby, with pretty, convincing eyes. But when I stared up at Oracle, I did see a pretty tabby, but there were battle wounds and scars all over her pretty fur. Then I stared at where her eyes were supposed to be and screamed. All there was were huge, bloody eye sockets. Oracle cackled. "I see I forgot to put on my bandage!" she exclaimed. She picked up a white cloth, and tied it around her eyes. I covered my face quickly with my paws, but she just cackled more. "Oh, my little pretty, you're much more attractive than I thought!" I removed my paws, and stared at her bandage, confused. "What do you mean? I've seen many more prettier than me!" I protested. Oracle hopped off her golden throne. Her paws thundered against the ground. I cowered down. "Oh, no. It may appear to you that there are many more pretty, but that's because only you have seen your worst actions. Killing your mother, stealing those jewels from your father. That makes you only see worse than what you actually are. Everyone else sees you more, because nobody else has seen those. They think you're innocent! You see, a long time ago, when you were born, I cast a spell on you. It's one no other cat has ever done. It does exactly that. But there's one catch to it. It makes the males follow you. Sadly, only from your species. But, that includes three whole species. Your dreadful mother, Spark, found a clotheline and jeweline mix standing at the border, and took him in as prisoner. Then she found a soft spot for him. She let him free, and ran away with him. Therefore, you are three different species! Now, you must breed, and make more of you! You are old enough, and certainly you are ready. We'll make a whole army, that's fierce!" Oracle finished. I stared at her. I killed my mother? I broke the old emperor's rules? I stole my father's jewels? I thought, that, my parents were both happy and safe with me as clothelines! They were both still alive, and, oh. They were probably wizards and witches acting like clothelines to raise me. I didn't want to be a breeder for Malai! I, I wanted to have the curse removed! "No! I won't follow your commands! I want to be free!" I shouted. Oracle stared at me in shock. "Wow! Clothelines never want to be free. They always want the best job, to belong to the best one, to belong to another cat, to get married. You must be different!" Oracle said, shocked. "Yes, I am different, thanks to you. And, you did say YOU wanted to build an army, right? Well, YOU can't have one! All the soldiers you want are mine! I can't belong to anyone else! I'm at the top!" I shouted. I ran over to the doors before Oracle could move an inch. I opened them, and guards started rushing inside. I then said in my sweetest, prettiest voice, "Please go and carry me out to the border!" The guards just stared at me. "Please." They all narrowed their eyes, and one shouted out, "We'll never disobey Oracle!" The others started chiming in. I realized then that my plan hadn't worked. Then a bubble started floating in. Inside, I saw a cat. He was a handsome purple cat, with a loving look. "No, Oracle. Her mother wasn't a witch. She was a bubblos." he said softly. "Miss Shylianne the Jewel, form your bubble!" the cat then shrieked. I started thinking about bubbles instantly, and I watched as a huge, purple bubble formed. I started floating, and then I touched it. The bubble was rubbery, and soft too. It was perfect. I lay down, and relaxed. "Miss Shylianne! Run this way!" the voice called. I stretched, and leaped to my paws. I started running towards the purple cat. The bubble, surprisingly, started moving towards his bubble. Then our bubbles touched, and joined as one. The purple cat came to face me. He held out a small vial filled with a purple liquid. "It's the cure to your curse." he said softly. I slowly reached out, and snatched it. I gulped it down, and suddenly felt relaxed. "Would you also like to become a full bubblos, and not a half-species?" he asked. He stretched a paw towards me. "Would you like to come with me to Mystah?" This cat was very romantic! Of course I'd like to do those things! "Of course!" I said. "Oh, but call me Shyla." He laughed. "If you're a bubblos, you'll never get that wish. Too many know your name." I looked at him, confused. I'd never even known anything about my true mother or father until today! I was about to say something, when he leapt on me, pinned me down, and kissed me. I felt strange. Bubbles filled my head, and I felt like I could float forever. "Ahhh, just as I thought. A flying bubblos. That means you really are Princess Shylianne of the Flying Bubblos. Eh, at least you're not daughter of the glowing bubblos. Then you'd be President's daughter. Those girls are nasty." the purple cat said. "Well, congratulations on being a full bubblos! Now, I should tell you my name. I'm Bombolla Brilliant. Brilliant for short, but most just like to call me Brill. Now, I have a very important task. I must wait until you are 18. Then we'll discuss more things. But first, Princess Shylianne, would you be my girlfriend?" Brill said. I stared at him in shock. "OF COURSE!" I shrieked.