Posts by ANGELICA MARSH-FREDERICK.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]This only seemed to raise even more questions for the feline who was unfamiliar with any religion of any sort. Who in the world was Thor, and how did that make Haldor a 'demigod'? "I don't think I quite follow." Cake confessed in an almost flat tone, blinking a few times. "Who is Thor? I mean like, other then him being your dad."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake lifted her head at the sound of Haldor's voice, her sapphire eyes clouded with confusion before drifting over to the lion. Given she did not see her wings quite yet, she had no idea what he meant by this statement. "... Are you drunk or something? I'm a cat. How do I look like a duck?" She scoffed before letting a small laugh escape, completely oblivious of the snow white feathery wings on her back.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake's attention was whipped around to Pulsingstreams, his loud chatter causing her fur to stand up on end. What was this guy's issue? Before the feline could even stop to think about it any further, she saw what looked like a mechanical arm or paw coming at her and she instinctively jumped away, her eyes narrowed to slits. Cake had already been attacked one time this week and she was not going to be treated like a freak show by someone else all over again. "Hey, back off!" she snapped, her words coming out in a hostile hiss. What was with everyone and touching her lately? She was angry, and very upset.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake relaxed herself, thankful for her classmates sticking up for her -- including Livepaw who she was certainly not expecting it from. She was not happy with the way this stranger was speaking to her. She was not a test experiment. As much as the feline wanted to protest against him once more, the feline was much too overwhelmed and fainnt feeling to defend herself. She looked vulnerable. Cake looked to the others in desperation, her sapphire eyes sad.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake was starting to feel less and less welcome in the clan as of late. Sure, she was brash, rude and egotistic -- but she was also emotionally vulnerable. She was a cry baby. And most of all, though she tried to hide it with a serious load of fake high confidence, she secretly hated herself. In her eyes, she'd always been a "worthless cat". She was still struggling to understand what the whole argument had been about, she had no idea she had wings now even still. She looked about read to burst into tears at his words, ears flattened against her head as her gaze grew distant from everything around her, her breath quickening in pace.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]After a moment or two of sifting through CDs and trying to figure out what they where, she lifted her head. No way was she going to sit and not participate in karaoke too. She loved singing, and she loved having attention even more. It was a perfect combination. "I'd like to sing too." The winged feline stated, standing herself up straight in a proud stance.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake sighed dramatically, trying not to lose her thinning patience. "I understand that. But all I am saying is, it's going to be hard to specifically find fat clan members, single them out as fat, and ask them to sumo-wrestle. If you just change it to regular wrestling, you'll be able to find more members willing to join."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake was tempted to snort and call him out for having some sort of god-complex, but at the same rate, who was to say he wasin't a demigod? there was so many different clan members with powers that practically beat any normality down with a stick. Either way, Cake was... sort of fond of Haldor. She wasn't going to rain of his parade like she would with most people. "A god, huh? Well, your majesty, i hope you don't expect me to bow down and kiss your feet or anything." she joked, lifting her chin slightly. "Sorry you got stuck here instead of wherever gods get to like, hang out."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake may or may not have followed Haldor to see what he was up to and bug him because, hell she felt like she hadn't bugged him quite enough today. She quietly and successfully snuck up on the lion and stopped when he came across the hot springs. Her sparkling sapphire colored eyes widened. She'd never seen this here before. She wanted in on it. But first she was going the mess with Haldor because she loved to. Smirking softly to herself, the winged feline crept up on the much bigger Windclanner and cleared her throat loudly. "Miss me?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake was proud of herself, grinning as she reached downed and playfully cuffed his ear. "Looks like you're getting company." She told him smugly. It looked like Haldor's peace was very short lived. She sat herself down at the edge of the hot springs and curled her tail around her paws. She knew Haldor all too well, and Cosmicpaw to a certain extent. But did not know 2D either. She winced as the water splashed in her face, causing a loud disgusted "Ugh!" before hiding herself behind Haldor. She refused to go inside the water. She hated water with a passion.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake had been taking a walk all on her own, enjoying the warm weather. Summer, her favorite season of all, was just around the corner and it was certainly showing in the weather. She hadn't been expecting to run into anyone else on her trip, so the sound of terrified honking scared the hell out of her. Fur standing on end and her wings ruffled in distressed, Cake looked around frantically before bolting. She had to figure out what was going on. Cake came to a skidding halt, a puff of dirt flying up like a mist once she stopped, her heart sinking to the floor when she saw what was going on. Theo. This precious little duck she considered the only person able to break down the walls she spent years building was in distress. [b]"Theo--!" Cake rushed to his side and stopped, trying to comfort him. "Theo honey, it's okay. It's going to be okay." her own voice was shaking. She was not able to see the scene that had unfolded in front of him. She had no idea why the bird was so upset. But it killed her inside to see Theo so sad. She tried to wrap her tail around the small goose and bring him close. "It's okay, honey...." Her own voice dropped to a surprisingly soothing, motherly tone. No one was going to hurt Theo with her around.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Get on your nerves? Would that happen to me moi?" She dramatically put a paw over her chest with a tiny gasp. "I feel honored, Haldor." Despite saying she would never kiss his feet, she gave a mock bow to him, but it all appeared to be in a playful tone. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm glad you're here with us." for a moment, her words sounded almost sweet and genuine. She quickly corrected this, not wanting Haldor to think she was opening up to him. "Because who else would I get to tease without you around."

[sub][sub][b]WIP

basic information:
[b]Name: [/b]Cake Frosting
Nickname(s): Cake, Cry Baby
Species: domestic black short haired feline with white bird wings
Voice: Melanie Martinez
Gender: Genderfuild
Sexuality: Bisexual
Religion: None
Alliance: Windclan
Personality: (in front of others) narcissistic, rude, over dramatic, uncaring towards others, egotistic.
(deep down is) emotional, depressed, scared, broken, no self confidence, traumatized, closed in.
Family: mother (whereabouts unknown), father (deceased), a brother (whereabouts unknown)
Powers: has mutation (wings)
Crush: n/a
Dating: n/a

Backstory: Cake was raised in a very broken family of three that lived inside an old abandoned barn. Her mother was an alcoholic and very abusive, her brother addicted to catnip, and her father constantly cheating on Cake's mother. Cake was often outcasted and forgotten within the chaos of her home, her mother often emotionally and physically hurting her. After witnessing her father's untimely death, Cake fell into a state of serious depression and fear and ran away from what remained of her family. Currently, he refuses to tell her Clanmates her childhood and simply tells them she grew up in a barn alone.

Other facts:
- Heavily based on Melanie Martinez's album character Cry Baby
- Suffers from depression, anxiety and PTSD.
- Her wings are currently flightless.
- Has visible scars on cheek and her shoulder from attack inside clan.

[sub][sub]Playlist:
Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez
Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez
Sippy Cup by Melanie Martinez
Pity Party by Melanie Martinez
Cake by Melanie Martinez
Milk and Cookies by Melanie Martinez
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake arrived shortly after the rabbit with a dignified trot in her step. The winged feline figured she may as well show up to one of these lessons, it wasn't like she had much else to do with herself. She sat down a little ways from Praguepaw and curled her tail over her paws in a dainty manner, her bored and almost impatient sapphire colored gazed fixed on the medic in front of them.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Intimdiation, huh? Maybe this would help her ward off any jerks that decided they'd want to mess with her. Of course, this was a thought coming from a someone who was currently wearing a bow and a tutu. Cake did not think logically, and she didn't mind that. As soon as she spotted Theo, a rush of what felt like pride washed over the winged feline, a genuine smile spreading across her face. He was speaking! Full setenses! Oh, she could melt with joy! A loud purr rose from her throat as she exclaimed, [b]"Ohh, that's my boy!" Without even stopping to think of what she said. Yeah, so much for learning the art of intimidation.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake figured with all that had happened to her this week so far (and in her life in general) she may as well attend this being the walking disaster she was. The winged feline wasn't exactly sure what kinds of emergencies this was preparing for, but this was probably one of the more useful lessons any of them could be given, right? She padded her way over and sat herself down, smoothing her tutu down and settling down as she waited for this to finally start.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]so, pen let me borrow her set up for the heart chart (thank you so much omg) and i decided to make one for cake. [b]ask me to add your character and i'll put the heart that matched how she feels about them. (hover over the hearts for what they means). all opinions are ic. also, opinions may change over time!

_{(side notes: cake is a very rude feline so she tends to have a lot of dislike or like/dislike feelings towards others unless she knows them very well and they respect her. ♥ just means she might be mildly attracted to this character so there may be more then one, nothing serious unless it's further acted upon. ♥ usually means she has not spent enough time with this person, but may form a further opinion later on.)}

Praguepaw- ♥
Stevie- ♥ ♥
Haldor- ♥ ♥[abbr=friendship]♥
Theo- [abbr=platonic love]♥ [abbr=kin]♥ [abbr=friendship]♥
Duskmire- [abbr=dislike]♥ [abbr=hatred]♥

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake wasin't entirely sure how to feel about the medic's cabin. Sure, she knew a small deal about herbs and attended the class, hell she learned most of what she knew out of necessity as a child. It was either adapt and survive, or fall and never be able to recover from it. But the smell of all the herbs in the room combined hitting her like a large wave was too much on her. The feline nearly gagged when she entered. How Drippingpaw and Maelstrom got used to it, she had no idea. Huffing softly to herself, and ears arched back, she waited at the front of the cabin almost impatiently, looking around in silence. She wanted to come here to get the scratches she received almost a week ago checked over for infections, as well as find a way to ease the pain of her newly sprouted wings. Maelstrom had wings himself, right? He'd know how to handle this sort of thing better then she would.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Hesitantly, the dark pelted feline made her way over to Percival. She wasn't sure how she felt about this whole "weekly task" thing. A lot of them had been pretty quickly shunned by her clanmates (with the exception of a few), but it wasn't like she had anything better to do with herself. Sitting herself down somewhere in front of the honor guard, she spoke up. [b]"Uh... yeah. What she said." She replied dryly, referring to the much more eager Noodle's request.

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