My entry for Confetti! All art and code by me! Feel free to remix! Bio Name: Confetti (nickname: Connie) Age: 6 in cat years Species: Feline Pronouns: she/her Orientation: Pan Backstory: Confetti poked her nose out of her cave and sniffed at the musty air. As she padded out, her nose twitched dismissively. Smoke hung on the breeze, painting the sky a charcoal grey and wrapping her lungs with a harsh, acrid smell. She coughed once and snorted grumpily, turning her head to the small kit trembling in the bushes behind her. "C'mon!" she called, beckoning the kit with a commanding flick of her tail. It stumbled forwards, crashing through the undergrowth until it reached Confetti, who was sat on a rock overlooking the two-leg camp. Several monsters (the two-legs called them caravans, whatever that meant) were asleep around a smouldering fire, eyes dark and colourful hides painfully bright against the muted shades of the forest. Trees were trussed up in piles along the dry earth, ancient guardians gone in less than the time it took to catch a mouse. Connie pricked her ears up suddenly, eyes bright as she stared around. A pitiful mewl carried across from one of the monsters. She stiffened a moment before checking the clearing and bolting across to a cyan beast, where she scrambled up onto the metal roof, burning her paw pads in her haste. It didn't matter. She was too focused on the source of the mewling to notice; another cat, trapped in the belly of a monster. The she-cat stared back up at Connie through the little window atop the monster, amber eyes wide and dark grey fur matted. Connie yowled in shock and anger as she spotted that the cat was tied to a large door handle by a stout grey chain around her neck and another encircling her paw. She mewled again, quieter this time, and tinged with sadness. The wind roared in Confetti's ears as she stared at the she-cat, determined to save her. She returned the next day, and the next, scrabbling to try and save the imprisoned creature. She felt so strongly about her it was painful, but no cat understood. The she-cat was soon as part of her thoughts as her favourite hunting routes and the forest's scents. So Connie openly sobbed when one day she returned and the cat was gone; the only trace of her the faint memories in Connie's head.
Character: Confetti Art: @FallenAngel09 Code: @FallenAngel09
