You hear something rustling in the shadows. A pair of glowing blue eyes flash at you from the dark. The scent of wet leaves, scorched fur, and anger fills the air.

"Really? You? What the hell do you want?"

She snarls, her strawberry-blonde fur frizzed up and her red cap barely hanging off her ear. Her eyes burn with resentment, and her claws twitch like she’s ready to summon spikes at any second.

"You think I’m in the mood to play nice? You think I wanna sit here and yap like some good little raccoon? Guess again, dumbass."

She spits to the side, pacing angrily in a tight circle before turning back to you, hackles still raised.

"You see this damn necklace? This stupid swirl Buds gave me? All fake. Just like her. One day I’m her everything—the ‘replacement’—the star. Next day, I’m tossed out like yesterday’s garbage. And for what? A fox?! A freakin’ fox?!"

Her voice cracks. She’s not just angry—she’s hurt. But she’s not about to let you see her cry.

"I watched elephants take better care of each other than her. You know elephants mourn their dead? Remember their families? Yeah. Meanwhile, Buds forgot me the second I messed up. Guess I'm not marketable enough when I'm mad, huh?"

She suddenly stops, tail flicking.

"...So go ahead. Stare. Pity me. Say something sweet if you dare—I'll spike you through the floorboards before you even finish the damn sentence."she grrr revealing a blue interior in her mouth