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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Things hadn't exactly been going great for him. What with the civil war and just constantly having to worry about that and having them all look to him ... it had been stressful recently. And because of his stress, it seemed the whole Tribe was paying for it. They were becoming less and less active and it killed him to watch his Tribe go down the drain like that. This was his home, these were his friends.


    And Starjelly. Oh, how he loved her. Sometimes he was sure he loved her more than she loved him, which was probably true, but he couldn't help the strong feelings he had for the starry entity. She was incredible; she was everything he ever wanted or needed.


    The tiger lay in the middle of the camp, digging into the dirt with his claws and then twirling them, olive gaze locked on the pattern it created. [/justify][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: left; width: 420px; height: 10px;]Rosuto J.M.;[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: segoe print; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;]"Er... you okay, Damon?" the young wolf asked, plopping down to study the patterns in the dirt. As far as he knew, Damon wasn't really the type to be drawing stuff in the ground--but what, really, did he know about Damon, or any of them? Nothing much, that was for certain. [/fancypost]
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    [glow=black,2,300]PANTHER.[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= none; border: 0px none transparent; color: white; text-align: justify; font-size: 16px; font-family: batang;][hr][hr]
    — "Hey, mister! Whatever you're doing, it seems pretty boring. Come play with me!" Alright; the little fox's yaps may have sounded much like a Chihuahua's, but her actions spoke louder than her words. Her smile was childish and mature all at the same time as she kicked a mushy, squishy and rather gooey moss ball right toward the man without even a moment of pause. She was as bold as Ares ever could have been, if not more so in every respect; maybe even foolishly so, too.


    "Hurry! Hit it before it hits you!" she bayed, egging the seemingly bored and obviously composed leader to action; to play; to something more desirable than whatever it was he was doing at the moment (which - for a matter of fact - seemed to be playing in the dirt as if he was of worm-kind himself)! She brought her chest to the ground, waved her tail up high in the air and woofed insistently, an amber twinkle of a glow in her eyes which shined almost as brightly as the stars themselves.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:420px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; margin-top:-25px;; font-family: verdana;; padding:20px;][align=center]( Junior / Tribe of Burning Dreams / Female )
    nearsighted - toyger - easy


    [hr]She was over two moons older than the minimum age to be a junior adept, but there was no impatience in her heart. She was weak. That was acknowledged. All the kitten had done in her life was leech away from her father, leech away from her sibling, leech away from her mother, complain, whimper, cower, betray. The tabby approached her father with small, shaky steps, trembling in a familiar way, almost able to pick his blurry shape apart from the background through a haze of tears. Tears? Why was she crying? Flight of Sparrow sniffed quietly, trying to hold it all in, trying to fight back the feeling of guilt and shame welling in the pit of her stomach. He was so tired, and, simply lying there, he looked so old. Dad. The one sole who had believed in her, who had trusted her as a healer, who she had let down because of her secret visits to CloverClan.
    Everyone else's voice seemed to fade into the background. They couldn't see her approach, anyway. She was stunted, tiny, easily overlooked, insignificant, and she approached her father like a brook approaches the ocean. The tabby didn't speak, afraid that she would begin to sob, and instead pushed closer to Damon and curled next to his large head.
    What a miserable pair they made.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]The tiger lifted his head, gazing at the male he had yet to formally meet. "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm okay. I'm just thinking," he murmured, his olive gaze locking on the other male. "Rosuto, right? It's a pleasure to meet you!" His gaze twinkled with sincerity.


    His attention was averted to the fox, and he gave the young female a small smile. Stargit's child. So he would see her as his child pretty soon. He cleared his throat and chuckled deeply at her enthusiastic nature. He caught the ball between his giant paws and flicked it back to her, getting a little air on it, so that it was flying through the air towards her.


    That was when the tiny footsteps and the shaky breathing caught his rounded ears. He would never forget the sound of her paws padding to him and he would never forget the way her unfocused eyes gazed at him with immense love. And oh, how he loved her too. "Sparrow!" He exclaimed in excitement, curling a large paw protectively around her small body. He missed her. [/justify][/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 28pt; color: #color; letter-spacing: 2.5px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #color;]♛ STARJELLY[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 425px; height: auto; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; margin-top: -13px;][hr]♛♛ you didn't have to lie to me ♛♛


    She made her way over on light pawsteps, eyes taking in the scene before her. Stargit released a small purr as she sat a couple of feet away from the small group, watching Panther mess around with Damon. Would she be happy to find out that he was going to be her father? Would she accept that? She noticed Sparrow and her ear flattened to her skull. How would she feel? Would their little friendship remain?
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    [align=center][spoiler=INFO][b]General


    stargit illuminatis-demore[prefers to go by starjelly] | no biological gender [she/he/them/any pronouns] | no biological sex | ageless | 8'3" feet tall | cosmic entity | all free bodies[mainly uses a feline or kirin body] | head of the illuminatis family | born from stardust | loves everybody equally | has an extreme fear of fighting anybody | medium physically and mentally | ref


    Clan


    tribe of burning dreams | attack in underlined white | general | scent manipulation, conjuration, blue blood & tears, invisibility, telepathy | cosmic queen that listens to all | loyal subject to all | bleeding heart | capture is easy/no maiming or killing/ask for major injury | lost and restless | cousin of volatiletimes | naive


    Relationships


    pansexual panromantic | dating damon | crushing on scarecrow(but will never love) | mother of one child[bill cipher] | mentoring no-one | father time xx mother nature | tries to make friends with all | enemy of some | acquainted to many | desires to see better things in life


    LINKS
    Heartchart + Opinions | Storage | Thread hub
    Family thread(currently accepting)

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:420px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; margin-top:-25px;; font-family: verdana;; padding:20px;][align=center]( Junior / Tribe of Burning Dreams / Female )
    nearsighted - toyger - easy


    [hr]His voice rumbled pleasantly, and she suddenly felt a lot better, hearing that upbeat tone. It had been quite a while since she truly felt okay, and, now that the war on ThunderClan was over, perhaps it was time to start afresh. The kitten snuggled into her father's large paw, letting out small noises of appreciation, and looked up at him with identically coloured olive eyes, except their displaced lenses were apparent in the sun and her pupils seemed to be floating away from each other.
    A familiar glow made her gaze turn, and in the blurriness she could see Starjelly - she let out a squeak of excitement and shifted to get a better angle, though her friend remained a blur.
    "Starjelly! Hi!"

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    Looks like she had been noticed. Star smiled warmly at Sparrow as she said, "[b]Hello there, Sparrow! How is the day treating you, dear?" It was a simple question that was obvious, but it didn't hurt to ask, right? After all, she wanted Sparrow to know that she cared about all the things the child did. It didn't matter if it was a small deed.
    [size=5pt]template (c) dollie[/size]
    [align=center][spoiler=INFO]General


    stargit illuminatis-demore[prefers to go by starjelly] | no biological gender [she/he/them/any pronouns] | no biological sex | ageless | 8'3" feet tall | cosmic entity | all free bodies[mainly uses a feline or kirin body] | head of the illuminatis family | born from stardust | loves everybody equally | has an extreme fear of fighting anybody | medium physically and mentally | ref


    Clan


    tribe of burning dreams | attack in underlined white | general | scent manipulation, conjuration, blue blood & tears, invisibility, telepathy | cosmic queen that listens to all | loyal subject to all | bleeding heart | capture is easy/no maiming or killing/ask for major injury | lost and restless | cousin of volatiletimes | naive


    Relationships


    pansexual panromantic | dating damon | crushing on scarecrow(but will never love) | mother of one child[bill cipher] | mentoring no-one | father time xx mother nature | tries to make friends with all | enemy of some | acquainted to many | desires to see better things in life


    LINKS
    Heartchart + Opinions | Storage | Thread hub
    Family thread(currently accepting)

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    [glow=black,2,300]PANTHER.[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= none; border: 0px none transparent; color: white; text-align: justify; font-size: 16px; font-family: batang;][hr][hr]


    — Panther chomped down on the ball as it flew her way, swiftly jerking her head and snapping her jaws like an alligator. She was about to throw the ball until she realized a stranger had approached -- Sparrow, her name was.


    Panther's eyes grew with wonder and confusion, so she set the ball down and looked at the female, who soon snuggled up to Damon happily. Her mother and the leader seemed familiar with the brown tabby. She looked to Rosuto next, wondering if he knew who the doe-like female was, but did not sense that she'd gain any response from the male.


    She quickly flicked her head back to the trio and decided to appear, like a shadow, by the mother's side. "Nice to meet you, Sparrow," she spoke politely, examining the female's scent. She noticed how odd her eyes were - like the fact they were green - but didn't think much of it. She was one of those weird things she saw crawling around the place sometime.


    Clearly, however, they were regarded with a certain amount of respect for a good reason (whatever said reason was); so, Panther made sure to smile big and wide for this new friend of hers. "I'm Panther! Wanna play moss ball with me? We can do it later or today. Your choice."[/fancypost]