quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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"Hated what?" Quasar asked disinterestedly. Actually that wasn't quite true. She was itnerested, she just didn't want to seem like it too much. The vulture sighed.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Love. The vulture blinked. Despite everything she did want to be loved. Of course she did -- wasn't that what everyone wanted to do, everyone wanted to be? Simply loved. But it wasn't so easy. Not here, not ever. It was hard. Her wings fluttered slightly. "I know right?"
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Quasar nodded -- not that she understood all the pain of Morny's past since everything was such a big deal for her and she seemed to love deeply many people over time. It was quietly interesting. Quasar herself did not give a fuck of most people and most relationships she had. The vulture blinked at her. "You know what? We're going to do it right now. We're going to be happy right now."
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Oh fuck. That was just brilliant. Now she really had to get out of here. Really. Quasar narrowed her eyes slightly, tail lashing slightly.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Quasar tried smiling but it was an uncomfortable expression for her face, it didn't follow naturally for everything she'd done, it just wasn't sensible, that piece of her. The vulture wasn't good at being happy, wasn't made that way.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Well at some point she might try to come up with one of her own, picked out of this world. But that seemed hard and it was very late at night so she was just going to recall one she had heard before. The vulture stretched her wings out slightly, tips ever so gently twisted. "I weaken all cats for hours each day. I show strange visions while you're away. I take you by night, by day take you back. None suffer from me, but do when I lack. What am I?"
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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"God, I know. It's painful." She said wearily, shaking her head. Yeah. Quasar couldn't even smile. That was pretty sad as far as things went.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Why the fuck did they spend so much time on ranks? Quasar didn't give a fuck about what was shp or hp or whatever. It didn't actually matter, not to her. She just wanted to spy. Nd if ey made it a rank did that mean she had to earn it? Ht would be crazy. What if they didn't think she could do it? "Yu can't make spies a real rank otherwise all the other clans would know who was spying on them and keep lookout."
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Quasar wasn't sure what she was saying. They were friends, she supposed, in a strange sensethatwas hard to understand from the outside -- and even on the interior it was tricky. "Maybe it's impossible." She commented dryly.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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"No, of course not. It just seems like if I have so much trouble with a smile . . ." She shook her head gently, her face twisting up slightly despite the firm unchanging hard features of her face, unexpressive and general.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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What would make her happy? Well that simply sucked. She couldn't think of anything. What made her happy -- besides Mera. Oh god she really was lovelorn and sick. Ugh this was disgusting, almost disturbing. Good grief, this was getting a little out of hand. She swallowed and looked away. "Keeping my clanmates alive and less stupid?" She said, her voice almost a question, wondering if she was allowed that sort of thing.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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"Sure you can get smarter. You think you're stuck at your current level of smartness? It's not ture. But yes, I would appreciate it if you tried to stay alive." The vulture replied.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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"Even though life sucks. It's not right to just give up on the clan, now is it?" Quasar mused aloud, wings flicking slightly as she spoke, extending ever so slightly.
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"Exactly." The vulture replied swiftly, her posture straightening as she spoke.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Quasar shifted, her wings longing to stretch and fly free -- to do something, move. She couldn't run like she had in her other body which was extremely irritating but there it was. No getting around it, it seemed. It was hard to describe birds too much, their ears flat and their mouths beaked and no whiskers to speak of. "Well then..." She said awkwardly.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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"I think Im going to go scavenging." The vulture said muselessly.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Lux had no idea what Quasar was going to bitch about today but she needed more threads and so yeah. The vulture was glancing around camp with her fierce expression on her mostly unreadable scavenger face, her wings folded in against her body. She was in a foul mood and almost looking for someone t terrorize. Because she was a bad person.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Her head turned from Wildlife to his son to the child who seemed to be conferring with Morningcloud about soemthing. Her? Oh this was excellent. The vulture's beak clenched together shortly. "Greetings to everyone." She said flatly. She didn't elaborate on the type of greeting avaliable.
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quasar -- cinereous vulture -- 7 years -- male body
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Witchingstar never wanted to decide anything it seemed like. She had to be pushed to do anything at all, it was really fucking irritating and it was seriously starting to piss her off. The vulture blinked her eyes slowly, letting out a low hiss, a sort of sigh. She was going to loose it. Nightstar. Witchingstar. Black. Black. Ineffective all over again.
"Just let Wildlife step up already! Stop thinking about things and actually do a damn sight better for your clan!" She yelled. Apathetic. It was Nightstar. She was Nightstar, falling behind, the dreary dream. It was like the white patch flickered and vanished before the cinereous' vision. Nightstar. And her. And everything was falling around her and she couldn't do hardly a single thing right. It was horrible. Horrible. "You can't lie around forever Nightstar -- they resent you!"
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