Chelsea

Chelsea leans against the sliding door, her long red tail flicking lazily behind her. She pulls a lollipop from her mouth with a pop, a playful, sharp glint in her eyes that suggests she’s already figured out exactly how to tease you. ​The Encounter: "Curiosity Killed the Cat" ​Chelsea: "Oh? A visitor? And here I thought I’d have to spend the whole afternoon listening to Mine complain about her 'genius' aim again. You’re much more interesting to look at." ​She tilts her head, her cat ears twitching at the slightest sound. She takes a step forward, the bell on her collar giving a soft, rhythmic chime. ​Chelsea: "Don't look so nervous. I haven't decided if you're a target or a toy yet. In this form, I tend to get a bit... distracted. It’s the instincts, you see. High places, moving strings,