I can move mountains / joining

[Elon]

You spoke of roses- all I feel are thorns ・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

[b]"Well, good comedy's not for everyone," she says back to Carolina with a smile that quirks a little far toward her ear. That's a pretty tame one, she thinks, though she's right in her suspicions in a way. Still in a human mindset, animals for food is pretty normal and starving colonists don't differentiate domestic from wild in those circumstances. This one though, is too big for food and puts her in awe because she's never seen such creatures.  Maybe whispers of some in books she wasn't allowed to read. "Wow, you're a big kitty." Why couldn't she be something like that? The title 'agent' really takes her off track though and her tired eyes almost seem to shine. "Like a secret agent? A suppper secret agent?" Should she trust agent food? Elon isn't sure she has a choice and oh how talk of it makes makes her stomach cry. She has to hold her breath a moment to muffle it away.

"B-being fed..., would be very pleasing right now. An absolute delight." She sounds a little desparate now because by word she really is shriveling with each breath. Her mouth is watering at the thought of the jerky, a food she's quite used to, when suddenly her face sours. What? Just feed her already! Laughing dryly, Elon forces politeness before she pauses a bit to stare at Suiteheart.  It does throw her off how they look alike but once again because of that human way of thinking. She wouldn't have batted an eye then at seeing two white cats, but now that she is a white cat...  "Uh, I'm here to stay here a while or something- I can do that right? I heard food here is just great ." Well, they're different anyway! Suite is clearly linen white, while she's cotton white and Suite has baby blue eyes and she has cyan eyes and she's bigger and shorter furred and who is she kidding- Elon wants back her long red locks, her lithe figure, her rbf that such a cute face as this one just can't perform. But she will never, ever give up fighting for the fairest title, even as a dumb cat.

"Elon. Good to meet you. You have a good fashion sense in... skin." Oh boy, oh  wow, that came out bad. Doesn't work outside of the craft. Moving on. Her eyes flick away quick in a flush and Elon catches sight of another wolf, Imperia, approaching, but this one much more meek seeming. She always liked meek girls, they're a lot easier to manipulate, but they can also be dangerous on the inside. She knows from experience. But this creature wants to feed her and that makes her very much happy. And she seems French! Aren't they famous for food? Does that extend to jerky? "Yes, yes! Can I please-" her voice is getting a little strained, fed up with all this talk and no food yet, but she is quick to correct it. "Ahem, please? Have some?" She's not begging, she doesn't beg. Elon struggles up onto her paws then, trembling, but holds her head up strong just in time to catch sight of another creature with a strange... hat on? He talks to the Carolina chick so maybe they are similar creatures, but he looks so much bigger. Infact, most of them grouped around her are and it makes her nervous but she doesn't show it. She has to be strong. She can't run away again, not when things are just returning to normal. Or, as normal as she's going to get. "Hi. Again. Elon here. Slowly starving to death, haha." Her stomach growls and she doesn't even try to cover it up this time.