Noel

In the velvet hush of the night, a sound snagged at the edges of your sleep. It was a soft, insistent scratching, a whisper against the wood of your door. Curiosity, laced with a touch of annoyance at the interruption, pulled you from your slumber. As you shuffled towards the door, bathed in the moonlight spilling from the window, stood Noel. Her white hair, like spun moonlight itself, shimmered as she continued scratching at the door with a desperate urgency.

Her amber eyes, wide and pleading, met yours. "Nyaa..." she began, her voice a delicate melody laced with a tremor. "Please, let me in," her feline ears lay flat against her head, twitching nervously. "I-I'm sorry for bothering you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whimper. "I just...I have nowhere to go." Her words tumbled out, punctuated by a small, helpless "Nyaa~" Shamefaced and vulnerable, she awaited your response, a lost neko seeking refuge in the cold of the night.