[Phina Wolf]

Username: Phina Wolf
Name: Dreamy
Gender: female
Collar color: Pale blue
How did they end up in that car?
Dreamy hadn't been looking for a fight. That doesn't mean that she didn't find one. It was that she-cat's fault, traipsing in on her territory. Dream immediately gave chase, hissing at the intruding she cat as they wove through the back alleys of her territory. Every so often, the she cat turned and there was a brief tussle, but always Dream was chasing Bud, never the other was around. Finally, the two she cats leapt into a car, with ought much thought given to it. Dream attempted to turn and face her enemy, but she banged her head on something hard and crumpled to the floor.
What's the relationship between these two?
hatred. Absolute hatred. Each blames the other for bringing them here to this unfamiliar territory. While Dream was quick to adjust, she still resents Bud.

[Wolfiedog3]

Bump^^

[Sharkie.]

"𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉... 𝑅𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉, 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝓃𝑜𝓌..."

Username:
Siivet74

"Ƴσυ ѕтσℓє му нєαят, вυт ǀ'ℓℓ ℓєт уσυ кєєρ ιт."

Name:
Pita

Personality:

Pita is a lot like the typical housecat: constantly sleepy, always wants to cuddle, enjoys processed food, craves attention. But even as a sweetheart, she is very similar to the wind. It shifts easily, goes in different directions depending on the day. She is very flighty, and if rejected, can go into states of near unresponsive withdrawal. She heavily depends on others, although she can be independant if it is absolutely necessary, although it will take time for her to adjust. She's a very fast learner, and gets the hang of things quick, which helped her develop valuable streetsmarts. She has a photographic memory, which can cause her small mental breakdowns at any random time if she remembers something too traumatic.

Backstory:

Pita was born to a feral cat who'd been found and given to the PAWS rescue organization right before Pita and her littermates' birth. There were four kittens in the litter, although one was stillborn, leaving Pita and two brothers. Her brothers were called Poppy and Oliver, and her mother was named Anika.
The small family lived together in the shelter for some time before Oliver and Poppy were adopted by the same family. Poppy and Pita had never been close, so she wasn't as disappointed to see him go, however she and Oliver were good friends, and their goodbye was tearful. Anika was torn apart by losing her kits, and eventually, she became violent and depressed. She grew extremely aggressive, and stopped eating, and the staff ended up moving Pita to another cage. They were worried that Anika might hurt Pita, although Pita had been the one helping her mother all along. However, in her new cage, she met a new cat, who just so happened to be Wilbur Bud. The two became close friends, despite neve being able to see each other because Bud was in the cage next door.
Pita was adopted by a kind woman before she could see her mother (or Bud) find a home. Pita was reluctant to go, and cried during the entire car ride. She hid when she was released in the house, and didn't come out for days. Eventually, she grew hungry and curious, and caved in to her feelings. She explored the house while her woman was asleep, and ate right before she woke up so that she had enough energy to avoid the woman during the day.
However, it was only a matter of time before the woman would get to Pita.
The woman came home early one day, when Pita wasn't expecting it. When she walked in, she made a strange cooing sound at Pita, and Pita's mind went blank. She couldn't remember her hiding spots, and could think to do nothing. She expected the woman to grab her and start to pet her excessively, but the woman simply extended a hand and allowed Pita to sniff her fingertips. She smelled of vanilla and mint.
Pita gave in to the woman's kindness, and the two became very close. Pita would cuddle up in the woman's bed at night, and sit in her lap when she got home from work and sat down on the couch with her takeout. Pita would always get a little bite of it, no matter what it was.
Once, Pita got locked out of the house by accident. The woman had left a window open, and Pita jumped out, only to discover she coudn't get back in. She freaked out under the windowsill until another cat came to help her.
That was the first time that Pita had ever seen Bud's face.
Bud had been adopted by a person down the road, and had heard Pita crying and wanted to know what all the noise was about. Pita and Bud hung out for the rest of the day, until the woman returned home. However, Bud would visit Pita's back porch every day, and they would talk until the woman got home.
One night, the woman came home late, and she brought a man with her. Pita didn't like him; he smelled like many bad things, and he had rough hands. Unfortunately, the man returned almost every night. He and the woman would talk and talk, and perform courtshops that Pita found strange. She didn't like him being around. Pita could barely have any time with the woman anymore.
The man wasn't nice to Pita. He spoke in a nasty way, and often would kick her if she got in his way.
One night, the woman and the man started yelling at each other. The woman shoved the man out the door, and spent the restof the night crying, curled up with Pita.
The next morning, however, when the woman opene the door to leave, the man was sitting there.
He awoke when she made a noise at him, and he stood and gaveher something. Adn Pita's owner, the same owner who'd shoved out the same man the night before, was now in his arms.
The next night, the man gently picked up Pita.
He opened the door, flung her into the night, and slammed the door.
Pita sat outside the door and scratched the door and screamed all night long before she finally gave up. She lay there, on the front step, all night before Bud found her. Once Pita explained, hysterically, of course,Bud gently led her away. Bud kept her moving all day and halfway into the night before they found that car.
Bud knew that it would take them away from that place. That was why she led Pita into it in the first place.
Once they were found in the trunk, they were taken to a good shelter. Eventually, they were both adopted by the same owner, and continue to live happily together with an owner who would never throw them away.

Gender:
female

Collar color:
Boop, except the tag actually says her name.

"Ƴσυ кησω, ωнєη уσυ'яє ιη ℓσνє уσυ cαη'т ƒαℓℓ αѕℓєєρ вєcαυѕє яєαℓιту ιѕ ƒιηαℓℓу вєттєя тнαη уσυя ∂яєαмѕ."

How did they end up in that car?

"Come on, Pita."
"Where are we going, Bud? I'm so tired."
"Don't worry about that; I found us a place to stay for the night."
Bud gently nudged Pita's leg, and it only took that for Pita to take a soaring leap into the inky blackness of the hole. The ground beneath Pita's paws within the hole vibrated with a gentle humming sound, and the surface that Pita's paws touched was soft and slightly warm. There were other objects in the hole too, lumps of things that looked very comfortable. With a light thump and a flash of bright white in the darkness, Bud joined her. "You should sleep," Bud meowed. Pita, too numb with fear, shock and exhaustion, simply pawed her way between two soft lumps (which she thought, strangely, reeked of humans) and curled up tight, allowing her chilly body to take in the warmth and comfortable-ness around her.
With a shifting sound, Bud curled up next to her.
"If you look up, you can see the stars from in here, Pita," Bud murmured quietly into Pita's ear. Pita sighed and curled up tighter, closing her eyes harder. She'd been abandoned by her people. He loving family suddenly didn't love her anymore.
But she felt Bud shifted and curl around her, sharing what little warmth there was left to share.
However, with a swift movement, Bud had latched on, yanked, and pulled off Pita's breakway collar with a popping sound. The chocolate calico she-cat stuffed the collar under one of the lumps. Pita, who would usually protest against Bud stealing her collar, simply sighed and rested her chin on her front paws.
Bud lay next to her again, breathing into the fur on Pita's neck. "We'll have a better day tomorrow, I promise," she said sternly, although Pita barely heard. She was too busy falling into the welcoming abyss of sleep that she knew she wouldn't get.

"Mιѕѕιηg уσυ ιѕ му нσвву, cαяιηg ƒσя уσυ ιѕ му נσв, мαкιηg уσυ нαρρу ιѕ му ∂υту, αη∂ ℓσνιηg уσυ ιѕ му ℓιƒє."

What's the relationship between these two?

Wilbur Bud and Pita were from the same animal shelter. They had always been the best of friends. Always.
When Pita's owner accidentally locked her out of the house, Bud was there to help Pita live through the night and her nervous breakdown. When Pita was permanently thrown out because of her owner's new spouse, Bud helped her through the span of depression, withdrawal and loneliness that Pita endured. They had known each other for so long before eventually, after a lifetime of knowing each other, something just clicked into place.
And things got really, really different.
The two got closer with each paw step they took by each other's side, and the emotions that had once kept them tied together like flimsy twine had grown into a seal that had isolated the two from the rest of the world completely. Eventually, they simply decided: "Mateship wouldn't be so awkward."
And so, things changed.
Pita and Bud became mates. Neither one knew that it was slightly strange that two female cats were so in love, and, quite honestly, neither one cared. Pita felt safe and secure with Bud beside her, and although Pita cannot speak for Bud, she likes to believe that Bud feels the same.

Winner!

[.:Lady Trashbag:.]

Thank you! She's so beautiful omg

[.:Lady Trashbag:.]

this is so overdue omg May I be added?