[font=georgia]Opalescence padded up to the leader's den with nervousness seeping from the pads of her paws, eyes downcast and body shaking. It was just after the march meeting, the one that had announced the change in the stylist position. It had come as a shock, the emotions running like a tidal wave inside her mind and stomach. She wanted to puke, she wanted to scream, but all the she-cat could do at that moment was stand still.
The scarred she-cat had arrived at the Elite at six moons of age with pure intent of becoming a stylist. While her mother was away and left her to fend for herself on the outskirts of the forest, Opalescence played with colors. She intermixed them with her paws and found beauty around her even when she herself could not posses it. After moons of training, the shy cat had witnessed how her styling effected the lives of her fellow elitist. She remembered the crown she had made Rosaliee that had allowed the young cat to come out of her shell, or the pendant she had crafted for Roseblood. It was still on the guard's neck today. Soon that would all be gone.
No longer could she stand still. Even if she could feel her heart beating like a symphony vibrating in her ears, she had to speak up. Even if it came out with twice as many syllables as it normally should, she would have to try.
"L-lorem?"