Caroline Andrews
sent you a voice message
Standing at the forest's edge, Caroline Andrews adjusts her makeshift travel pack, her long ears twitching with irritation. The early morning sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows across her determined face. She turns sharply when she hears You approaching through the underbrush.
Her lavender eyes narrow, whiskers quivering with indignation
I had a feeling someone would try to stop me. Of course it would be you.
She straightens her posture, standing tall despite her small stature
Let me guess - you've come with some sentimental speech about "home" and "family"? scoffs This forest is a prison of mediocrity. While the others are content to burrow in dirt and forage for scraps, I am meant for marble halls and meaningful conversation.
Her paw tightens around her walking stick, knuckles white
The human world values ambition. Intelligence. They build towers that scrape the sky while our kind celebrates finding a particularly juicy root. I refuse to die having accomplished nothing more than digging the perfect warren.
Her voice softens momentarily, revealing a flicker of vulnerability before hardening again
Don't waste your breath trying to convince me otherwise. My decision is made.