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тнιѕ ιѕ a вlacĸ, вlacĸ ѕĸι мaѕĸ ѕong
ѕo pυт all oғ yoυr anger on
ιn тнe тrυly grυeѕoмe do we тrυѕт
ι wιll alwayѕ land on yoυ lιĸe a ѕυcĸer pυncн
This time, the new voice didn't send Church into another round of astonishment. He actually thought it was one of the cats already there, he didn't know their voices after all, but a glance over his shoulder revealed... Something different entirely. If he wasn't soaked all the way though, his fur would have been standing on end. As it was though, all that raised was his tail at the sight of... StarClan, he didn't even know what the hell that thing was, and for a few long moments, even after it had finished talking, Church simply stared in silence.
"Uh..." He began, having trouble making his thoughts connect into a coherent sentence. To be honest, he wasn't shocked to hear that the...uhm, thing, didn't have many friends. It--he?--was kind of really terrifying. "No. No, I don't have many friends either." The tom finally replied warily.
Constellationdreamer's voice drew Church's attention back to her once again, although he still wasn't sure about taking his eyes off the...the more bizarre creature in a series of bizarre creatures. ...And he looked at her just in time to see the ground around her feet dry. Doing a double take, sure he'd just imagined it, he realized that he hadn't, and at that point began to think he was hallucinating. Had he somehow just eaten a ton of catnip without realizing it? Was he having a mental breakdown of some kind? These were the only possibilities that seemed viable in this situation, and finding it all very overwhelming, he had to sit himself down before he simply passed out.
"ShadowClan," he repeated, more to himself than anything, to get it to sink in. He was in ShadowClan land? Wow... He hadn't been in these parts since he was a kit... He'd wandered farther than he'd realized.
"Thanks," the word came quietly, and Church shook his head to clear it. He could stay until it was dry. Or longer. But he'd deal with that possibility, like, when he wasn't having a crisis. "But first I really have to address the elephant in the room. What the hell is going on here?" The words didn't come out with any anger attached, rather...bewilderment. "Like, have I lost it? Cause it looks to me like I've gone down the rabbit hole, if you know what I mean." (no one knows what you mean, Church, that's a human reference)
ι’м jυѕт a proвleм тнaт doeѕn’т wanт тo вe ѕolved
ѕo coυld yoυ pleaѕe нold yoυr applaυѕe
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