Posts by ANGELICA MARSH-FREDERICK.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake had a strong hatred towards drinking, for her own personal reasons. Even a tiny whiff of booze could turn her away very quickly. And any other time, the winged feline would flat out ignore it. But it was impossible to do when Murdoc was drunkenly singing as loud as he could near the cottages, where she was trying to get her beauty rest. Growling softly to herself, she kicked her cottage door open and stomped outside, tail lashing along with her behind her. [b]"Can't you see that some people are actually trying to get some sleep here?" She snapped.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][b]"He's drunk. There is absolutely no excuse for that. I will not tolerate someone disturbing the rest I get every night." Cake almost never took pity on anyone, and she certainly wasn't going to when she was tired as fuck. She thought it was absolutely pathetic. Some people had to wake up and help the clan in the morning. Hell, she didn't care if someone fought her again. It certainly wouldint be the first time. She was standing her ground.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake, of all people to be the first to notice the attack, was the very first person to arrive on the scene once she heard the pleas for help. It took her a while seeming she had no idea where Padmè and the attacker where. She came to a halt when she spotted Duskmire, narrowing her sapphire colored gaze into slits. Her wings ruffled and her nose wrinkled in disgust. [b]"I knew it! No one should have to trust you! You're doing it all over again! Get off her, you freak!" Of course, this was probably a bad idea, but Cake ran over and tried to knock him off Padmé long enough for her to be safe.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][b]"It's okay, Theo. I've got you. No one is going to hurt you." Cake promised, meaning it full heartedly. The smell of blood, the small helpless cries. Her own frightening childhood memories threatening to resurface, she fought with every fiber of her being to keep herself present in this moment. To protect the the duckling from any further harm. "Your mom's with my dad now in a very safe place. She's alright, and no one will be able to hurt her." Her voice was soft so only Theo would be able to hear, her sapphire colored eyes comforting. "We have to get you back to camp, alright?" her tail smoothed down his ruffled fuzz, keeping him close.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake was not having any of this. She was not about to let Duskmire hurt her or anyone else in her clan. [b]"I SAID BACK OFF, YOU MONSTER!" Cake snapped and aimed to strike a heavy blow to his head, claws out and ready to pierce him.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]yeeeessss do ittttt
i would love to see what he thinks of cake and kate :')

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][b]"Of course Theo will go there one day. And your mom will be right there to greet you when you find yourself there one day." Cake replied gently, lowering herself so her belly touched the grassy floor below her. She spread out her own feathery wings to give her back more space. "Hop on, Theo. I'll make sure you get back home safely." This was defiantly going to be a concern brought up to the high positions. She would not allow the risk of humans harming Theo or anyone for that matter.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][b]"Hello, Drippingpaw. I'm here to make sure my wounds are healing up fine. I'm also here to see if there's anything that can relieve my pain from this." With her words, she flexed her tiny growing wings. They where white and feather, very mismatched from her dark colored pelt. They'd suddenly just grown a few days ago out of nowhere and they hurt like a bitch. She assumed it was because they were still growing. It also just flat out felt uncomfortable on her back.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake's heart plummeted at this. The winged feline scrambled after him and began searching frantically for him, but cautiously. Fuck, she could only imagine what a two-leg would do to a mess of an animal like her. She froze when she spotted the duckling. Theo was doing something incredible and heroic beyond his years and she commended him for it, but at the same time she could not sit back and risk him getting caught like his mother. She quickly took his side. [b]"Theo, it's alright, go back to the others. I'll get them out and make sure they get out safe."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake turned her attention to Drippingpaw seeing as Duskmire was busy with Vader and everyone else was focused on trying to stop the feud. [b]"What do you need, Drippingpaw?" She was going to assume lots and lots of cobwebs for starters.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake more then hated alcohol. She loathed it. She had no sympathy for anyone who decided to get themselves seriously drunk. And she defiantly had no sympathy for anyone suffering from hang overs. It was a quick way to lose what little respect the winged feline may or may not have held for someone. She curled her lip and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the reek of booze, glaring at Stuart. She kept close to Praguepaw. [b]"Uh... I agree. What is that?" She gestured to the tattoo. If she even remotely knew what a tattoo was, she'd be wondering how the hell a canine managed to get one.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Sighing softly in relief once she knew Theo was out to safety, Cake struggled to break open the cage door open. It took quite some time before she was able to manage to do so. A small audible click! was made and she opened the cage door with her teeth latched onto the bars. [b]"Go. Be free guys. Run." She whispers, staying to make sure they all got out safe.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]With the more and more that 2D said, the angrier the winged feline got, growling loudly and her feathered wings ruffling. Cake was easily offended and would not sit back and let someone be rude to her, drunk or not. [b]"Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are, kid?" She snapped, her claws starting to come out almost as a warning. "You might want to watch your mouth before someone smacks some fucking sense into you. You think we are dumb? You're the one rotting your brain cells away with alcohol. It takes real stupidity to drink. Especially so senselessly." She lashed her tail in irritation, half tempted to rake her claws down his side. You're lucky everyone else is here. She thought as she narrowed her sapphire colored eyes. "I don't know how the hell you got a tattoo, but most of us around here have no clue what it is. And honestly, I don't think I care to know what it is either way."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Baby Cake Frosting was... very very different from her older self. The tiny winged kitten was scared of every single thing around her and constantly sniveling. She was so polar opposite to her egotistic rude canon self, and this was do to her tragic childhood life, something Cake had yet to share with anyone in her canon universe. Cake was indeed, what you would call a cry baby. The tiny black kitten was wearing a tiny tiara and a sparkly pink tutu, her wings just starting to sprout from her back. She was the poster child of what any little girl would want to look like at her age. She wanted to play with the other children, but the kitten was much too frightened to approach them.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake's expression melted into a smile as she watched the duckling excitedly put the hat on. [b]"Look at you, a brave little adventurer. You look perfect." the winged feline purred as she reached a paw out and adjusted the hat for him when he discovered his wings were much to small to accomplish such a thing. She was like his mother goose. "It suits you perfectly, Theo." she stated proudly once it was fixed.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]A little droggy from the coming summer hear, Cake rolled her body over lazily to look over at the medic as he shouted he had an announcement to make. Her paws aching to stretch, the winged feline took her time as she stretched her limbs out and made her way over, a little father away from the others. She figured she'd need to know who to turn to when it came to injuries.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt](ooc- IM CRYING FROM LAUGHTER, VADER. YOURE THE BEST TBH.)

Cake certainly did not expect herself to become so fond of this tiny yellow fuzz of a bird. He was so adorable, she'd felt threatened at first. Like she might lose her status of importance and cuteness. But Theo was too precious and innocent to stay angry at, even for herself. Cake grew up in a... very terribly sad and abuseive household as a child, and she did not wish the same misery for any other kid. Children were her one weakness. The winged feline was unable to hide the smile that threatened to flicker on her lips at his proud statement. Perhaps their teamwork in saving the caged ducks had paid off in more ways then one. [b]"Oh defiantly." She nodded, her voice playing along with a tone that showed she had without a doubt in the world his words were true. "You lead the way and we'll save the world from badguys together!"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt](ooc- so sorry for the late reply to this thread oops.)

Cake tensed up, staring at Duskmire long and hard. She could practically drowned in the amount of guilt that swirled in his eyes, it made her feel like she was sinking under and choking from it. His words felt all too familiar to her. Why? Why did these words feel so familiar? she demanded to herself for answer in her own mind before a scene from years ago played out like a shaky black and white movie in her mind. Claws, tears and blood. "I didn't want to hurt you--! Please--!" The words echoed in her head with a different male's voice followed with hysterical screaming and crying. Oh god. Oh god, not again. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to claw her way out of her frightening triggered childhood memory. Apologies felt like one of the world's worst biggest struggles to her. Where they genuine? Where they to save their own behinds? The questions rolled out like a scroll one after another in a dizzy manner and she felt as if she might lose her own balance on her own feet. How dare Duskmire make her question this so much? Who did he think he was? She drew a deep, sharp sounding breath. [b]"If you did not want to hurt me, why did you do it?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Healthy lifestyle? Though the winged feline felt it was almost ridiculous to attend attend such a frivolously named class, she felt as if her clanmates... might appreciate her attempts in building a healthier life-style for herself. She let her emotions and her past eat her alive and control her cruel, egotistic nature. Sitting in the back and hoping none of the others really paid mind to her (god that would be humiliating) she muttered her response, [b]"Mental"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt](ooc- I'm not even in this thread but I'm dying bc sTEVIE THINKING OF CAKE I LOVE IT.)

The wind blew.