ALL OF THE STARS; [p]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#DAEEE5; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -5px;][align=center][font=georgia][color=#55846D][size=30pt][i]JABBERPAW[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#DAEEE5; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -15px;][align=center][color=#55846D][size=8][i]A cruel product of the cruel world.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=#DAEEE5; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify][color=#55846D][size=8]Everyone sucked in first posts, don't deny it. The roleplayer was bored and looking for an inspiration for a first post, and she had to go with a song.


    Everybody was lonely, even the most wretched and eerie creatures were. Large fangs, bigger than any domestic feline and a broken voice and soul. He/She(whatever you like to call Jabberpaw) would cast a glare at the sky filled with brilliant glimmering stars, and wonder unknown things. But, Jabberpaw could only wonder if anyone else saw these stars in the other Clans. But, this was all self-pity. Everything was self-pitying, and dramatic to Cancer. But, Jabberpaw could only wish to be the one-souled tabby she was, again.


    She seemed to be stuck in a reverie, before prodding away.
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    [align=center][sup](c) MAYDAY


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    Mosaicstar liked to think that she wasn't lonely. That she had what she needed and that she could go on like that. Of course, that was not always the case. She had been lonely before, especially in her depression. But her type of loneliness was rather different to most's. Many were lonely and so they searched for company. When Maisie was only, she simply acted like she wasn't and kept her distance from others. When she was lonely, she acted as though she wanted to be alone. She didn't know why, but that was just the way it worked with her. Not entirely fair and not entirely logical, but it was the way she worked.


    She still stargazed sometimes. At the start, she'd been searching for the stars that might represent her mother, sister, father, kits, and everyone else in her family that she'd long lost. But nowadays she tried to focus on other things, didn't allow herself to cry herself to sleep at night. Instead, that night she sat on top of the leaders den and gazed up at the stars simply because they were beautiful. Silverpelt was quite wonderful out in the snowy forest, where no lights could interrupt the patterns. From the twolegplace, it never looked nearly as good. But she paid special attention to the moon. That was her favourite part. That bright moon that was a façade, that simply reflected the light of the sun. Just like she did. Wore a calm expression, reflected the happiness of those around her so that she seemed okay even when she wasn't. Of course, she also wanted to go to the moon. A strange dream and a far-fetched one, that she knew, but a dream nonetheless. If you didn't set the bar high, then what would you ever do when you reached it besides set it higher?


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    [align=center][justify][color=white][size=8]Dreams were meant to reached, even if they were little and small. If you wanted to reach the moon, you could have a paint can of grey and splatter it all over the ground and call that the moon. To Jabberpaw, dreams were fantasies that were never going to happen. Unless you reached for them and strived to make the dream happen, the silver 'femme' had goals or dreams of being a feline without fangs large as these, a one-souled animal, to get all of the members of the zodiac back together in Bizzardclan, become a High Position, become a bit kinder and less stricter and to make everyone else happy along with her. Everyone deserved to be happy, because there were so many reasons to be happy.


    But, did she deserve to be happy? That was the question, simple as that. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't? The tabby thought, before her light and pale green flickered toward another domestic feline ( I believe she is. ) Jabberpaw had remembered her from her return, wasn't she the leader? Yup, she was. "Mosaic?" The feminine voice of the tabby called.


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    Maybe one day she would reach the moon. Sneak onto a rocket and see space from up among the stars. But if she did, then would she ever come back? How long would she survive if she didn't? Could she deal with never seeing her loved ones again? As for smaller dreams, she supposed she'd accomplished the dream she'd had as a young apprentice. She'd dreamed of becoming leader one day, and look at her now. Funnily enough, she'd given up on that dream as she grew, realising that very few ever reached that position and that she wasn't going to be one of the ones that managed it. It was somewhat ironic and almost hilarious that she had reached the position eventually, then.


    Turning her head slightly as she heard her name called, tiffany optics searched the camp until she spotted Jabberpaw. Blinking, she managed to force a ghost of smiles to flicker on her lips. Softly, she called, "Hello. Why don't you join me?" As though proving her welcome, she lightly tapped the space beside her.
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