IT'S NOT MY CHOICE -- private

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  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height:70%; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 25px; color: #AEAAD0; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;][b]BUT I HAVE PROMiSES TO KEEP
    ★ -- and miles to go before i sleep[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]It took a while for him to realize it, but the Cathedral — fully deserving of that capital C — was huge. Why did he suddenly understand that now? Because he was completely and totally lost, that was why. Blankkit had left the third floor for two seconds, two, and he had no idea where he was headed; it looked like the worship hall to him, but he couldn't be sure. Stars, all he wanted was to find a room, preferably within walking distance of Firework's. He hadn't asked for this.


    The kitten plopped himself down on the Cathedral's floor and pulled his tail close, eyes darting from place to place. Lost in his own home. Unsettling.[/fancypost]
    [size=3][color=#AEAAD0][url=http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?action=profile;u=204865]★ ★ ★