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Tell me this cats story, what have they been through? What are the significance of their wings?

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Description: Black red smoke ghost rosetted torbie with low white
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NR: Accessories (Wings + Cookie), Expression (Eyes closed)
C: Ear placement, Eyelashes, Min fur, Ear tufts, Eye shape
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[changeling.]

Username: honeyfinnz
Cat Name: crash
Gender: afab female [she/her]
Rank: citizen
Clan: metamorphosis
Age: 18
Prompt:
her wings? why, those were crash’s pride and joy, for she carefully crafted them herself.

she was hardly the first to do so, in fact, false mechanical wings that functioned just as a bird’s would for them were becoming extremely fashionable in the upper classes around the time she found herself growing up. she became fascinated watching them soar on television, but she was far from well off, living only with her older brother after the death of both their parents in a horrible accident that occurred so early she hadn’t even been named.

her brother, cookie, would listen as the little tortoiseshell paced in circles, going on and on about flight. he called her a little icarus with a furrow of his brow, guiding her carefully with his tail once he recaught her attention to continue whatever homework she had before the two of them had to run off to work. his attempts to redirect her focus were futile, though, and soon she’d come up with a plan. running about as a delivery girl, she went plenty of places all over the city, and soon enough she had stashed away all the pieces she needed.

she took weeks carefully imitating what she could see of the fake-feathered wings on the screen, and when she deemed them sufficient, she climbed to the top of a building— a smaller one than the massive skyscrapers she regularly passed, but still one of notable size— and lept.

at first, the wind caught her wings fine, and she whooped in celebration. it premature, though. a moment later, she was careening towards the ground, and the noise of her descent and landing at such a late hour awoke half the nearby apartments. it was a while before her eyes opened, and when they did it was to cookie yelling at the people around, though she couldn’t quite hear what for. catching sight of her waking, he whipped around to her.

“what were you thinking?!” he shouted, causing her to flinch. she knew he was only terrified, though, and she had only the energy to shrug with a whine in response. her following attempt to stand found that her legs buckled beneath her with fiery pain. cookie carried her home that night, tending to her with a fierce insistence that she never try that again.

crash is what the witnesses called her, seeing as she had no other name to give, and it quickly spread to the news. cookie fretted over her new legacy [among other things], but she’d only turned to him with a grin. “at least now i have something to go by, huh?” she chirped, demeanor still bright as the sun even with her legs limping painfully. even her new name and a reputation, she refused to give up, finding herself only sorry that she’d frightened her brother so much.

she salvaged what she could of her wings and gather more supplies, though this was a far slower process than before with cookie’s careful eye on her. she ducked his suspicions and kept going, and after few more attempts, and practices in more private places she could find to avoid another spectacle, crash stood atop the same building again. and this time, when she soared, her paws only gracefully met the ground at the end of a long trip.

cookie was at the end to greet her this time, unexpectedly to her as she’d thought she’d snuck out without alerting him. crash stumbled to a halt in front of him, dipping her head guiltily. “i’m not sorry,” she told him immediately. best to be honest, she thought. for a moment, he was silent, and then he stepped closer to set his head to the top of hers.

“you should be,” he huffed. then more seriously: “but i’m… proud of you. i always am. and i truly do admire your determination, but i just— i worry so much about you. someone has to. so please, just don’t get yourself hurt again.”

and she hasn’t. her legs still flare up in pain leaving her unable to walk sometimes, and she’ll probably always limp, but no new injuries have come from her shimmering golden wings just as she promised. crash shows them off with pride, and she’ll insist to anyone who hears her out that she would have done anything to be able to fly. she can’t quite explain the allure of it to anyone, not even to her own brother. it just… felt like something she had to prove to everyone else, that she could do it. and she did.

[SushiFoxx]

Username: honeyfinnz
Cat Name: crash
Gender: afab female [she/her]
Rank: citizen
Clan: metamorphosis
Age: 18
Prompt:
her wings? why, those were crash’s pride and joy, for she carefully crafted them herself.

she was hardly the first to do so, in fact, false mechanical wings that functioned just as a bird’s would for them were becoming extremely fashionable in the upper classes around the time she found herself growing up. she became fascinated watching them soar on television, but she was far from well off, living only with her older brother after the death of both their parents in a horrible accident that occurred so early she hadn’t even been named.

her brother, cookie, would listen as the little tortoiseshell paced in circles, going on and on about flight. he called her a little icarus with a furrow of his brow, guiding her carefully with his tail once he recaught her attention to continue whatever homework she had before the two of them had to run off to work. his attempts to redirect her focus were futile, though, and soon she’d come up with a plan. running about as a delivery girl, she went plenty of places all over the city, and soon enough she had stashed away all the pieces she needed.

she took weeks carefully imitating what she could see of the fake-feathered wings on the screen, and when she deemed them sufficient, she climbed to the top of a building— a smaller one than the massive skyscrapers she regularly passed, but still one of notable size— and lept.

at first, the wind caught her wings fine, and she whooped in celebration. it premature, though. a moment later, she was careening towards the ground, and the noise of her descent and landing at such a late hour awoke half the nearby apartments. it was a while before her eyes opened, and when they did it was to cookie yelling at the people around, though she couldn’t quite hear what for. catching sight of her waking, he whipped around to her.

“what were you thinking?!” he shouted, causing her to flinch. she knew he was only terrified, though, and she had only the energy to shrug with a whine in response. her following attempt to stand found that her legs buckled beneath her with fiery pain. cookie carried her home that night, tending to her with a fierce insistence that she never try that again.

crash is what the witnesses called her, seeing as she had no other name to give, and it quickly spread to the news. cookie fretted over her new legacy [among other things], but she’d only turned to him with a grin. “at least now i have something to go by, huh?” she chirped, demeanor still bright as the sun even with her legs limping painfully. even her new name and a reputation, she refused to give up, finding herself only sorry that she’d frightened her brother so much.

she salvaged what she could of her wings and gather more supplies, though this was a far slower process than before with cookie’s careful eye on her. she ducked his suspicions and kept going, and after few more attempts, and practices in more private places she could find to avoid another spectacle, crash stood atop the same building again. and this time, when she soared, her paws only gracefully met the ground at the end of a long trip.

cookie was at the end to greet her this time, unexpectedly to her as she’d thought she’d snuck out without alerting him. crash stumbled to a halt in front of him, dipping her head guiltily. “i’m not sorry,” she told him immediately. best to be honest, she thought. for a moment, he was silent, and then he stepped closer to set his head to the top of hers.

“you should be,” he huffed. then more seriously: “but i’m… proud of you. i always am. and i truly do admire your determination, but i just— i worry so much about you. someone has to. so please, just don’t get yourself hurt again.”

and she hasn’t. her legs still flare up in pain leaving her unable to walk sometimes, and she’ll probably always limp, but no new injuries have come from her shimmering golden wings just as she promised. crash shows them off with pride, and she’ll insist to anyone who hears her out that she would have done anything to be able to fly. she can’t quite explain the allure of it to anyone, not even to her own brother. it just… felt like something she had to prove to everyone else, that she could do it. and she did.

I absolutely adore this entry,, congrats on Crash,, I hope she can fly again,, 🥺