can beauty come out of ashes? // intro, open

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Stellamaris had not been at the library, as she had no reason to be - she'd just been passing by to head down to the forest. To her utter annoyance, she would not be able to stop by because of the nearby commotion; an unfamiliar voice and a few she barely recognized seemed to be up in arms about one of them falling into a hole, so instead of sitting around, she looked around for a towel. If she was going to waste her time sticking her nose into something, why not spend it by doing something helpful? Luckily, she managed to pinpoint a towel clipped to a clothesline nearby. The resident of the house behind it was a bird, a bird that was fixated with letting it go.

It was when the bird finally managed to unclip the towel with its beak that Stellamaris dove forward and caught it between her teeth - "Hey!" - and bound forward. With a slight huff, she aimed to throw it over Jeanne's smaller form.

"Can you stop doing that to each other? It's disgusting. I can smell the spit from over here." the clouded leopard protested, glaring at where Jeanne and Amnia were hugging and (unfortunately) rubbing against each other. It was a crude way of getting dry. She almost forgot the other feline nearby, having a fit over getting a towel, and she cocked her head at him. "Calm down. She's fine."