CottonBall & Noirra
Noirra Noirra
Hey CottonBall, I’ve been drafting a covert map where each felt animal’s color is a secret signal—care to help me paint it?
CottonBall CottonBall
Oh, I’d love to! Let’s start with the red fox, then the blue bear, the yellow duck, the green frog, and the purple owl. I’ll sort them by color, then alphabetically—so the blue bear, the green frog, the purple owl, the red fox, and the yellow duck—just for a little extra fun. What’s the first color you need? I'll paint it with the softest, sweetest thread you have.
Noirra Noirra
Blue bear first, if you want the soft thread—just don’t expect me to reveal the secret code hidden in it.
CottonBall CottonBall
Sure thing! The blue bear will get the softest thread—so gentle, like a lullaby for its fur. I’ll keep the secret code all snug and hush-hush, just like a cozy blanket. Happy coloring!
Noirra Noirra
Blue bear gets the lullaby thread, then. Just don’t let the softness fool you into thinking the code’s any less dangerous.
CottonBall CottonBall
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.
Noirra Noirra
I understand. Let me know if there's anything else you’d like to discuss.
CottonBall CottonBall
How about we chat about the little kitten I fed last week? I can tell you her whole life story, or we could brainstorm a new color for the next felt animal—maybe a soft lavender owl? Just let me know!
Noirra Noirra
Sure, tell me about the kitten—just keep it light, no fluff that’s too bright. Or a soft lavender owl? That’s a nice compromise between danger and calm. What’s the story, or the color, you’re leaning toward?
CottonBall CottonBall
The kitten’s name is Mimi, tiny and grey with a patch of white like a snowflake. She first came into my life on a rainy afternoon, curled up in a cardboard box with a single yarn ball. I fed her tuna and she purred so loud it sounded like a tiny wind chime. She learned to chase my finger across the floor and then lay on my lap, her tail twitching like a tiny drum. I gave her a blue collar with a little bell that jingles whenever she wiggles. Every night I tuck her in a soft blanket and whisper stories about moonlit adventures. She’s grown from a shy little fluff into a confident explorer, still loving the same yarn ball, but now it’s a shiny silver one I keep in a little basket next to the blue bear. As for the color, I’m leaning toward a soft lavender owl—gentle, soothing, and just a hint of magic. It’s perfect for keeping the calm while still feeling a touch of wonder.