PRIVATE, RHYMESCHEME — NOTHING IS AS BORING AS YOU

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon was difficult to get along with. This was likely the reason why she didn't have any friends (which she was quite fine with, mind you). The only people who she would actually give a chance are the people which others would likely try to avoid for their own safety. Peachmoon wanted to hear interesting stories, and as she'd began to grow up she craved for more true stories rather than the fairy tales in her books.


    It was no secret that Peachmoon wasn't interested in having a jumble of friends, but did she truly long for one companion? She didn't think so at least. That's what she had Jax for. Jax was her reason to live, her reason to breathe, her reason to not try and destroy this clan she lived in. She didn't need any friends. She'd done quite alright without them. Even as a child younger than she was currently she hadn't any close friends, despite being such a polite and friendly figure back then. She was alone in this world, and that was alright.


    Lying in the orchard was the lithe figure which Peachmoon was. In front of her paws was a book, however for once there were no words in it. In fact, none of the pages did. Nor did the cover. The gentle breeze flipped through the empty pages as Peachmoon stared down at the book with an empty gaze.

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    Rhy had always been a prickly person. Well, not perhaps so prickly as uneasy. She was wary of everyone, for she knew full well they didn't care about her personally - all the people in the clan. Her family had made that clear from the very beginning, what with the circumstances of her birth. Everyone had been far more concerned about Wingspan, then just a young apprentice, than anything that had come out of the stellar star pupil feline.


    The tiny dragon had recently stepped away from her duties in WindClan, and she found it relaxing. Rhy had essentially been holding some position in the clan since she was 2 moons old. She hadn't felt like she could say no, and though she'd always had her concerns about her ability to do her job, she hadn't wanted to be pushed aside - to be that no one even more than she already was. But now she supposed she had decided it didn't matter.


    Rhymescheme pulled herself through the orchard. She would continue to care for it, even though she wasn't in charge of agriculture anymore. She liked making sure things grew healthy. Plants were not too complicated. It was actually possible to ensure, for the most part, that they prospered - at least as long as there was no awful cold snaps.
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