with people running in circles |seppy is depressed| it's a very... MAD WORLD.

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    The depressed she-cat was outside the medicine cat den; her crippled leg splayed out in front of her. She was murmuring these lyrics:
    "All around me are familiar faces....
    Worn out places... worn out faces...
    Bright and early for the daily races...
    Going nowhere... going nowhere..."     She mumbled glumly; sorting through a clump of matted horsetail and yarrow.

    [justify][font=arial][size=8]Spotting the rather depressed looking femme, Streetpaw got up from his sitting spot under the willow and marched over to her. No, nobody could be depressed while he was. It wash fair; then again, life was never fair. Oh, stupid cliches. Fuck them.


    Flicking his tail, the lilac calico looked at Sep. "What's gotcha down? A bad leg? Nothin' singing can't do for you." he mewed sincerely.

    She snarled; and held back the bitter reply, I want to be a medicine cat! though, she thought it. Her green optics sparked with many mingling feelings.