Posts by Arty

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: 150px; width: 280px;][justify]WHy was abattoir putting the first two letters of 'why' in caps? moonstar retreated to her designated sleeping quarters and sunk into her nest with a deep, heavy sigh. "i'm just an average screw-up among a sea of china dolls." she muttered to herself.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: 150px; width: 280px;][justify]moonstar did not turn around. she barked out a laugh, a harsh, twisted thing. much different than her normal church-bell laugh. "why do i love you?" she asked. "why does charmpaw love you? why does the world spin? i don't know. ask your god."[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: 150px; width: 280px;][justify]"that's what i hate about love. it's cruel. it hits you like lightning. it makes you fall hopelessly in love with strangers." the cinnamon, pearl, platinum, and obsidian-splattered wolf replied in agreement.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: 150px; width: 280px;][justify]moonstar did not smile. it would not have been appropriate for this moment. and so she laughed. it was a twisted, bitter laugh, harsh and unforgiving in every way. but it was not directed towards the fallen angel. it was directed at love. "love is evil." she replied, voice echoing with years of sadness and misery, joy and beauty.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: 150px; width: 280px;][justify]( wait, nvm. cloudy, moonstar doesn't have a mate. )


    moonstar sighed again. perhaps her clan would hate her now. see her as a scarlet letter, unworthy of their loyalty. but they weren't even supposed to hear that conversation in the first place. "i'm sorry. it's just... so hard for me sometimes. being a leader means you take your clan's troubles on your shoulders as well as your own. sometimes i just feel like an alien, expected to be perfect and incapable of doing anything wrong. but it's not true. i'm capable of wrong. i just hurt charmpaw and obviously lost the respect of half the clan. and that was wrong. go ahead. have a good life with charmpaw. i'll find a way."[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: 150px; width: 280px;][justify]moonstar met his gaze again, all traces of sadness gone from her worn metal eyes. instead, wild, crazy hope had appeared. "if you're willing, then let's be friends. my name is moonblossom, or moonstar. i am a co-leader of arcadianclan. my favorite color is baby blue, the color the sky turns at dawn, just after all the last traces of pink and red are gone and the clouds are wisps of gold against the pure, sweet blue."[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: 150px; width: 280px;][justify]moonstar smiled, much more at ease now. perhaps they could just be friends, not lovers. "mud is like a bath of rich chocolate, royally simple, beautifully messy." she added her own opinion on mud before continuing. "my hobbies are crafting stories and poetry, then printing them on pieces of birchbark with my claws in my caracal body. what's yours?"[/fancypost]