-Folia- like cherry blossoms, and running around in green meadows. can't remember their past, and get flash back every so often. (there parents died in a forest fire because of humans) optimistic; cheerful. -gender & pronouns- Nonbinary they/them -story snipit- Folia breathed in the smell of daffodils and tulips, their rich, pungent smell was refreshing. Folia's paws brushed the tips of the grass as they walked to their favorite place; an old tree, hallowed out by fire. In it they lived, were they pressed flowers and and read and read, thought they couldn't read much. All the books Folia owned had either bean left out in the rain and ruined, or had been destroyed in the fire. The only ones they had left they treasured, and kept safe. Folia sighed when they reached their home, and opened the wood door they had carved just months before. Inside their home was a bed of moss and leaves, dandelion flush and bird feathers. Shelfs carved of wood help jars of insects, flower flats of food and water. Folia's desk was shoved up in a corner, where a sheet of thin parchment lay next to an elegant peacock feather pen they had found in the human village. On the sheet of parchment their was a a detailed drawing of the orchid that sat on their desk next to the pen.
art was all me, thank you very much. character from @foxdolphingirl
