[Kind/Caring] – Angel accepts others for who they are, not how they look. She is understanding, and generous. If she sees a cat stealing from the less fortunate, she will chase them down and make them pay.
[Social] – She loves to talk. Sometimes, if you get on the right topic she will just go on and on.
[Cunning] - WIP
[Playful] - No matter how many cats say fire is to be feared, that fire is nothing but destruction. She disagrees totally. Fire keeps you warm, it is light, it doesn't talk back and back stab like some cats do. As well she enjoys to goof off with other cats!
[Active] - WIP
[Protective] - WIP
[Proud] - She loves to show cats her talent, she is very proud of it.
BRIEF HISTORY
[ Kithood—>The Bond—>Current Day ]
[ Kithood ] WIP
[ The Bond ] WIP
[ Current Day ] WIP
RELATIONSHIPS
Dead - Despise / Wants them dead. - Loathe / Wants to fight them. - Hate - Unsure - Distrust/Discomfort - Acquaintance - Respect - Enemies - Friend - Best friend - Crush - Prominent solitary crush - Love - Can't live without - Mates - Family
- - He showed me this amazing place that was so full of life, an amazing garden, which was not common in this Kingdom. He is very kind to me, and I respect him.
- - - I think I like him, he is so nice, kind, and brave. He may not be good with words, but words don't always matter. I feel happy and safe around him.
> I'm Falling Even More In Love With You by Lifehouse - [link]
> Would You Go With Me by Josh Turner - [link] (oh my god! I love his voice! And Puss In Boots)
Loto - Wizard
- - - I miss him. Desperately. Although since both of my parent's death, I have gotten stronger and have learned responsibility and determination well.
- I'm Gonna Love You Through It by Martina McBride - [link]
- Better Dig Two by Band Perry - [link] - (If her mate died before her, she would be miserable, and would want to take her life to see him in heaven again.)
Angel was sitting in her home, bored to death. She began to play with her fireplace, making the flames dance around, and make the shape of the fire turn into cats dancing around a large campfire.
She made them move back an fourth, dancing to the music she was humming in her mind. There was a sudden knock on the door, and the fire went still, she had lost her concentration. She wondered who was at the door as she walked over to swing it open, and greet whoever was there.