LOVELY GOODBYE | o, leaving |

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    [size=26px][font=georgia]JABBERWOCKY !
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase;]NOBODY IS BORN A MONSTER. WE'RE MADE.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 170px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Disconnection from Blizzardclan killed the melancholy feline for once, or it left her in a quite disapproving trance. Her fur was sleek yet mangled on the edges, while she continued to prod away. To rejoin Blizzardclan, that was her deal. Then, she would get Telepathy and Emotion Manapulations. That was her roleplayer's deal for her, since muse was dropping low. Cancer hurried her along, telling her to keep on moving. "If anyone wants to wish me a fair goodbye, please come here." The soft and mysterious tone of the grey tabby whispered into the air.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase;]A CRUEL PRODUCT OF THE CRUEL WORLD.[/fancypost][align=center][size=4pt]© swifty[/size]

    [align=center][font=georgia][size=8]Using her super senses, Cierva could hear the whisper from her clanmate and friendly. Being close enough, the BreezeClan Elite found Jabberpaw nearby. "Cancer? You're leaving?" she spoke in disbelief, not even realizing she had used the other celestial spirit's real name. "Is everything alright?"


    #bzcactiveviper

    [size=26px][font=georgia]JABBERWOCKY !
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase;]NOBODY IS BORN A MONSTER. WE'RE MADE.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 170px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]The silver coated tabby gave her a nod, with a slight wave of her tail. "Everything's alright, I just miss home." Which was the common saying, for Cancer's restlessness. "I'll be sure to visit, soon."[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase;]A CRUEL PRODUCT OF THE CRUEL WORLD.[/fancypost][align=center][size=4pt]© swifty[/size]

    [align=center][font=georgia][size=8]"I miss home too," Cierva admitted, not bothering to stop and think of what her friend may actually mean. For Sagittarius though, the yearning for home had never been greater. But on top of it all, she now had kits- a tie to this place she so despised. "Please do visit. You don't understand the pain we feel when you're too far."

    [size=26px][font=georgia]JABBERWOCKY !
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase;]NOBODY IS BORN A MONSTER. WE'RE MADE.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 170px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]The silver tabby could only murmur,"I'll be sure to visit, soon." She seemed quite restless and wanting to go home, quickly. Some moodswings happened here and there, but it was all worth it.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase;]A CRUEL PRODUCT OF THE CRUEL WORLD.[/fancypost][align=center][size=4pt]© swifty[/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; width:400px;][justify][size=8]"You'll be missed," Chase frowned as he approached. He didn't really know Jabberpaw but oh well. He'd miss her presence anyway.
    #bzcactivechase

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]The two-moon-old calico trampled over, not knowing who this "Cancer" person was. From what she saw, she was a member of BreezeClan that was leaving. Why on Earth would anybody even think about leaving? Oh well, it wasn't her fight so she had no reason to say anything like that.


    "Buh-bye," Trailkit squeaked in her high-pitched voice, mottled tail waving.

    "Everyone will remember you here, you know that, right? We'll all wait on your presence, Jabberpaw." BraveBird purred, giving a soft, sad, comforting smile to the apprentice. "I hope your days are well." She dipped her head to show respect to Jabberpaw. Even though she can not say she was close, or even friends with Jabberpaw, she would always remember her and await on her visits.


    #bzcactiveBraveBirdArtist

    Hazel


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    Seeing as the Elite counted Cierva as her friend, any friend of hers deserved at least a bit of sadness, even if it was not exactly sincere. "May the god of your religion light your path, wherever that may be." Looking around to see if the others found that an acceptable farewell, the hazel-eyed fem sat down next to Cierva and waited patiently for her to depart.
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