you are the important one -- meet and greet

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BUT I STILL WAKE UP, I STILL SEE YOUR GHOST
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OH, LORD, I'M NOT SURE WHAT I STAND FOR OH

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#CleoFazbear2015
Suddenly a bright blue and siler metal thing hung from a tree. Looking at the Meet and greet holder the child let out a chuckle. [color=white]"Cleopatra Forgotten Maddness Fazbear, Call me Cleo" at the end she dropped onto the ground daintly and sat down, giving a mischivious smile to her the dragonet twisted her horns and held out a clawed paw for her to shake.

[justify]The Nightwatcher was always fond of meeting new people, especially since so many old ones had disappeared. He had not seen Smokeykit, his best friend, in a while, which concerned him. He felt intrinsically lonely nowadays, finding limited comfort in the dim moonlight that flooded the land every night. He would watch the moon hang there, precariously positioned in the sky, a ponderous wan ellipse with a surface riddled with discontinuity. He sympathized with the ugly moon that was thrust up against a backdrop of glittering stars, flawless and perfect as they shone from millions upon millions of lightyears away. And he would feel like the moon, sometimes, an imperfect thing amongst a sea of sensibility. So he would speak to the moon when he knew nobody was listening, asking the moon what it was to be truly lonely. The moon never answered, but the moon was always there, teasing him with the possibility as it waved it in front of his nose.

Doublekit padded up to where his clanmates were gathered, something akin to a smile but not quite a smile donned sheepishly on his delicately balanced face. His blue eyes lacked their usual clarity, caused by the creeping isolation he was beginning to be overwhelmed by. There was little he could do about it, he found, and he persisted regardless of whatever bothered him. Doublekit figured this was the only way to genuinely survive and not be thrown about until one was nothing but a shadow of their former self. The calico, long fur neatly groomed by his florid tongue, felt the cool cavern floor beneath his paws. It was free of the snow that encompassed the rest of the land, and he almost was not bothered by the frosty temperature, mentally of course. Physically, his slight figure shook with convulsions as his body desperately tried to maintain stability within its carefully tuned equilibrium. In preparation for the cold, he had been continually on the prowl for warm articles of two-leg cloth, searching for things to shield his body from the harsh winds and frigid air.

Today, the empowered tomcat had a fraying scarf in tote. It was the same scarf he had buried his tricolored head into when Smokeykit had disappeared. The scarf was warm, flannel perhaps, the material's name escaped him, lost in his ignorance. He had managed to loop it around his neck, wearing it like a shawl more than like a scarf. It covered his entire frame, obscuring his shape and definition. The muted tones and loose threads did not bother him for all he desired was something to protect him from winter. Doublekit sniffled, nose running in accordance with the cold he was suffering from. He had been getting cols on-and-off for the last few weeks, not that there was anything he could really do about it. His tired eyes were unfocused, and he forgot his purpose in being here. He had awoken from a nap several moments earlier, and he decided that it must have been that which was impacting his clarity. Doublekit saw Mirrormemories' pale coat in his peripheral vision, enough so to regain a degree of lucidity he had previously lacked.

"H-Hello, missus, I'm Doublekit," he intoned softly, tilting his head as he refocused his attention of the she-cat. He liked her name, thinking back to the sound it produced. It had a peculiar cadence he liked, and Doublekit wondered what it meant. He considered asking her, but felt it rude upon a first meeting.

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-- comickit padded over muselessly. "hullo. names' comickit dilaurentis."

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