May I have a quest?

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    Moonpaw


    It was the first time Moonpaw had ever requested a quest, he might take a while to complete it (he hoped the giver of the quest wouldn't mind).


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    It was fortunate for Moonpaw that Breakingpoint was a very patient man- even if the only reason he could wait for so long was because he could promptly forget that he was waiting for anything in the first place. "Hey, wanna do something for me?" the Abyssinian continued before a reply registered. "You would make my day if you could make me a poem with 15 lines. I'm feeling artsy."

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    Moonpaw


    Moonpaw wasn't really good at poems, but he was grateful for the quest. "Thanks, ok then", he gave a breath in and scratched words into the dirt in front of him:


    Wind that blows in the eye of midnight,
    How it stirs the face of the lake,
    Now frozen, by the cold blight,
    And all around, the winter's flake.
    Standing admist them, heartfelt wonder,
    Brought closer to realize true beauty,
    Swept in the arms of nature,
    A gift from a graceful diety.
    A fair creation for eternity,
    But also something to inspire,
    Brought as one, in harmony,
    To fuel ones creative fire.


    Wind that blows in the flames of sunrise,
    The frost unfrosts, the snow shall melt
    but the inner spark never dies.


    "Is this poem ok?" Moonpaw asked with a smile.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]"Oh, that's lovely," the tom purred, reading and re-reading the poem. If only there was a way for him to capture these words forever, to keep the beautiful scene in a state that would outlive the presence of the dirt that would soon be blown away by unseen forces. Flyingcolors inhaled and exhaled quietly before breaking the silence. "I've sent your reward. I do hope you like it. Please, come visit the Sacred Forge again soon!" With that, the tom began to fade away in a ghostlike manner before becoming translucent, his outline barely visible as it walked away.


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