Stella was a skunk at best. Or so she believed. No one will love her for her. Going away from who she was, what she smelt like or looks like. Just wanting someone that wouldn't mind her.

She tries looking through all and just... Nobody ever went past her stench. Before she got a makeover. Meant to distract the cat at the home that protects the house.

She frowned when the water tipped over her, Washing the makeup down. Revealing to be a skunk underneath.

"I mean! Just look at me pussycat! I-I'm a skunk! Ya can't love this!" She complained. Turning away as she holds her wrist. You just move closer. Your feline body is brushing against hers.

"... I can work around that. All I need is just you Stella." You replied back. Only getting her flustered.

"R-Really?"