Belle and her dreams.

"Agh...sorry. I know a Bella once. She was told by her friends to fight me. I'd never eaten such good cat before." Osiria explained, going off on some tangent.

Osiria shrugged. "Well, at least they tried to care." she sighed. She walked around in a circle, stretching her legs.

OOC: I've actually tried my own kind...we don't taste that bad. Kinda like pork...

"I mean just that. At least your parents tried to care for you. My mom left me when she could, and my father didn't give two spits about me. You, my lucky friend, had parents who watched after you." Osiria sighed, shuffling her paws.

OOC: Yeah, look up "long pork".

"Eh, actually, it gives me a distinct advantage. I know who my mother is. Osiria, a name that'll carry weight with most foxes. Or at least, any who believe in Amenia." she said, climbing up on the large nest thing called a couch.

"Wait, don't tell me your foster parents never told you about Amenia? Then again, the clan cats don't exactly share Starclan with me." she thought aloud, looking offto the side.

The vixen smiled, eager to share. "Well then, let me tell you about Amenia. It is a place where foxes live, and are served by Nofurs. They are all young and beautiful, and they never seem to grow old. You can't see them though, because they live in a secure den, guarded by the Nofurs. My mother, also named Osiria, lived there, and she was a leader amongst them. She grew old though, so one day she simply left. No one knows how she got out, but she did with her son. After that, she went from pack to pack, having many kits. She would abandon them as soon as she could, but they inherited her Amenian beauty and looks, like me. However, all of us have some flaw. They're afraid of everything, or they talk to foxes who aren't there, or they won't go near water. I haven't met any beyond my littermate, but the rumors travel quickly. That, my friend, is Armenia and the Children of Osiria."

"Yeah...well, not after she left. I remember her telling me about Amenia, but..." she stopped, thinking deeply. She sighed and looked away.

Belle nodded. "I understand."

"Thank you." Osiria said humbly. She rose back to her feet, yawning a little.

Belle nodded her head. Running into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

"Do you remember your birth parents at all?" she asked, scratching behind her ear. She had just woken up from a long nap in the middle of the day, and she still seemed tired.

Belle lifted up her head, from getting a drink from the sink. "No. As far as I know about them is that, they didn't want me. They dropped me off at my foster parents den, thinking that I would die. But another thing I know is that I was a runt. I was the smallest and weakest. I do have siblings, but I don't know their names or where they are." She replied.

"Well," she said, yawning and trying to speak, "As a Child of Osiria, I have plenty of half-brothers and -sisters. Most of them are crazy, from what I hear. I have met three. Randy and April, they live in a Nofur's nest and stare into a MagicThing. Wufjar, my littermate. Amadeus, a real charmer. He once asked for me to join him one night. Me, his half-sister! I almost said yes." She let herself smile at the last part.