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Wip Personality and pretty and stuff

This fella seems awful speedy, they must see a lot of action!
You get chatting to them, and they excitably tell you about an
exciting day they had once!

► What did they say? ◄

Username: hugs00
Cat name: Cosmo
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What they said:

Cosmo skids to a stop, eyes wide, tail flicking.

OH WOW WOW WOW! I woke up early—chased a squirrel—saw a BIG RED LEAF—then got hungry! But a raccoon was stealing some leftovers that SHOULD’VE been mine, so I YELLED! It ran—HA!—but then I saw a butterfly, pounced, WHOOPS almost fell, but I got WINGS! So I looped, spotted something shiny—ZOOM—bottle cap! Mine now. Then I remembered FOOD and raced home! And now I’m HERE! Wanna race? Pounce on something? SCREAM AT THE WIND??

They vibrate in place, wings half-spread, ready to GO.

"A spark meets a storm — and calls it home."

Cosmo first met Zaizy during a fierce storm, when winds tore through the wilderness and the sky shattered with lightning. While most fled, Zaizy stood her ground to shield a pair of stranded younglings, fighting the elements like a force of nature herself. To Cosmo, watching from a thicket, she wasn't just brave — she was legendary.

From that moment, Cosmo decided he had to follow her. But in his mind, being part of her world meant being useful. So he threw himself into training — sprinting, scouting, mapping the wilds — anything that might impress the fierce guardian he'd come to idolize.

When he finally caught up to Duskveil and breathlessly demonstrated his skills, Zaizy gave him a rare, fleeting look of pride — just a twitch at the corner of her mouth, a glint in her eye — but for Cosmo, it was everything.
He vowed to earn that look again and again, weaving his wild spirit into the fabric of the clan he'd chosen as home.

The storm battered the high cliffs, ripping tufts of moss from the rocks. Zaizy stood against it, wings braced, a lone figure facing down the rage of Felidaera itself. Somewhere behind her, a squeaky voice piped up.

"WHOA! That was the coolest thing I've EVER seen!!"

Zaizy turned, ears pinned flat, ready to snarl — and saw a small, mud-splattered winged cat bouncing in place, eyes shining like he'd witnessed a miracle.

"You shouldn't be out here," she growled.

Cosmo grinned, unfazed. "I had to be! I saw you fight the sky! You were like—like—like a hurricane! But cooler! A Zai-cane!"

Zaizy blinked, utterly at a loss. No one had ever called her cool before. Dangerous, maybe. Troublemaker. Exile.

"What do you want, kit?" she said finally.

"I wanna help," Cosmo said, wings half-spread with excitement. "I’m fast! I can scout! I can race the wind! I'll be useful! I swear!!"

Zaizy stared at him. A clan... she'd left behind the very idea of clans, hadn't she? Left behind weakness. Betrayal.

But this kid didn’t look at her like she was broken. He looked at her like she was a hero.

A smile — quick and flickering — crossed Zaizy’s face before she could stop it.

Cosmo lit up like a sunrise.
"You smiled! You actually smiled! I'll make you do it again! Just watch me!"

Zaizy sighed, but something warm curled behind her ribs, a flicker of pride she'd thought was long dead.
"Fine," she muttered. "You wanna be part of this? Keep up."

And with that, she turned into the storm again — this time, not entirely alone.