[align=center][color=lavender][font=georgia]oh boy, she was depressed, about highposition. he wanted a family, he wanted a family badly. they had talked about it before to. later, but she had four bodies now. four. four. sigh. she simply caressed the traditional hawk feather, waiting for someone.
she knew who she was mad at, fragiledust, for totally complimenting her, when he wasn't drunk, then drunking up her, and missing her one chance for a real family, she regretted it. never again, she would never touch catmint again. so she was in her tiger body, and she was crying, weeping.
"chinabelle? can I spill my problems to you?" it always help to let it out.