Clawdeen was seriously nervous and she had a reason to be. She had just broke every rule of fashion and yet, she feels happy. She didn't feel the need to follow the rules of fashion; that was why her friends loved her designs. She was unique! She created her own type of fashion. She was hiding in an empty classroom at Monster High.
Currently, she was pacing back and forth, much to the frustration of her little sister, Howleen. "Stop doing that, Clawdeen." Howleen growled at Clawdeen. "Your designs are clawsome! You're making me nervous to tell you my secret." Howleen tells Clawdeen. Howleen had came to check up on Clawdeen, much to the happiness of Clawdeen.
"Tell me a secret? You? You're pulling my leg right now?" Clawdeen asked. Howleen never tells Clawdeen anything.
"I'm not pulling your leg, but if you're just going to judge me, however." Howleen paused to let Clawdeen absorbed what she had just said. Judge? Why would I judge her? Clawdeen was confused. She wondered why her sister would ask that.
"You can tell me anything and I promise not to judge you. Sister's honor." She promised Howleen.
"Good. You know how we werewolves have mates?" At Clawdeen's nod, Howleen continued. "Well, I found my mate." Howleen found her mate?! That great! Do I know him or her? Clawdeen thought. "It's Twyla." Howleen finally says to Clawdeen.
"Oh, that's great! Twyla would be your mate! It makes sense now that I notice." Clawdeen tells Howleen, who was shocked at her sister's answer and reaction.
"You're not mad about me being a loving another ghoul?" She asked in a small voice. Clawdeen hated hearing uncertainty in Howleen's voice.
"No, of course not. Your wolf side will pick the right one for you and you are protective over Twyla, you know." Clawdeen tells Howleen.
"I know." She quickly answers Clawdeen. She didn't know what to say. Howleen had a feeling that Twyla was going to be her mate. "What about you? When are you going to get your mate?" Howleen asks Clawdeen. Clawdeen paused. She didn't know how to answer that, but she knows that Howleen deserves an answer.
"Truthfully, I don't know when I will find the right one." Clawdeen was honest with Howleen and Howleen respected that and she had another issue.
"How am I going to tell her?" She asked Clawdeen. Clawdeen smirked and she whispered the answer in her ear. Howleen grew an angry look on her face and she furiously shook her head. "No! That will not happen to her! I will not another boy touch what's mine!" Howleen growls out, letting Clawdeen know her answer to her unspoken question. Clawdeen knew that Howleen would get possessive over Twyla. Unfortunately, this means that Howleen will see her own brother and older sister as a threat to her love for Twyla. Clawdeen was worried that Clawd wouldn't accept Howleen and Twyla. She didn't want to think about the consequences that could erupt from a fight about the relationship. Howleen will not give up Twyla and a werewolf will NOT their mate go anyway. She cleared her head from these thoughts as she gazed at Howleen talking to Twyla over the phone. "Hey, Twyla, do you want to hang out tonight?" Howleen asked softly.
Clawdeen knew that Howleen was gentle with Twyla and so, she was sure that Howleen will never hurt Twyla on purpose. She seen Howleen's face brightened. Twyla must have said 'yes'. She concluded. Howleen gazed at Clawdeen as she hung up and she hugged Clawdeen. "Thanks, Clawdeen." She tells Clawdeen, who smiled at her and returned the hug.
"No problem, little sis. Remember, Twyla is smaller than you, so don't be so rough with her." She warned Howleen.
"I won't." Howleen says, leaving the room. When she left the room, Clawdeen placed her head in her arms.
"I broke all the rules of fashion. What if someone important seen it?" She asked herself. She groaned and she left the classroom, swinging her bag across her shoulder.
With Moanatella Ghostier
The almost disappearing ghoul was glaring into a cell. "You need to hurry it up, you." Ghostier tells her prisoner, Garrott. Garrott groaned from tiredness and soreness. He didn't have anymore ideas and he was going to let her know that, no matter what she would do to him.
"I don't have anymore ideas." He told Ghostier. She swung at him and Garrott dodged her. Ghostier panicked when she started disappearing.
"Ah! Well then, I know what to do." She said, chuckling evilly. "I need fresh blood." She says to her cat, after she left Garrott alone in his cell. Her cat meowed in agreement.
She sat down in her chair, looking bored and troubled. Damn it. She thought. She gazed at her computer and she started scrolling through pictures and videos. When she stopped at a Chinese clothes designs, she looked at the ghoul who made the designs and she started smiling evilly. "I've found the first one. Jinafire Long. Hmm. She looks hot-tempered. Well, it's nothing I can't handle." She wrote down Jinafire's name on paper.
She continued to look through the photos and videos. She saw another ghoul's design. She groaned at what the ghoul was. "She's a skeleton monster. Hmm. I hope Jinafire's dragon hates her. No, let them be mates, dragons will do anything to protect their mates." Moanatella Ghostier says, chuckling evilly. She wrote down the ghoul's name on paper, right beside Jinafire's name. She drew a heart and she connected the heart to the two names by drawing a line from the names and to the heart. She then decided to get some rest as she still was busy, being a fashion designer and all.