MysteryKittenThe1st

Orange-Air Hela The dark she-cat let out a snort as the fall wind ruffled her fur, large ears pricked. She hadn’t been to the Gathering (way too much stimulation) but her brother had told her a lot. The Silver-Void was mad and now there was this wild jackass galavanting around screaming burn or die. And cats were fuckin spitting black goo and shit. She let out a cackle. ”Shit never changes I guess.” Blue-Air Aziraphale Azira wanted a moment just...away from it all, really. He didn't even attend the gathering, having decided on a whim to not go. Even without his attendance, the events of that night shook him to the core. A dragon burning down the meadow? An evil spirit? A mass exile of cats? It was simply too much for the pointed tom to fully process at the moment, which is why his paws (and wings) ended up bringing him to the Whistling Fields. He had been walking through the grassy field with his gaze pointed downward, zoning out a bit from his surroundings. The Blue-Air didn't