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THE OC DISEASE IS SPREADING

(i copied this from my sandbox btw

Wow crow

E V E N I N G C R O W

"if you must wait; wait in my arms as i shake"

Wowskull

E N L I G H T E N M E N T

"if you must weep; do it right here in my bed as i sleep"

Name

Eveningcrow

Age

1 year

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Orientation

Neutral

Group

TBA

Breed

Russian Blue


 M I E N 

"if you must mourn, my love; mourn with the moon and the stars up above"

Imagedffe

You flinch as the forbidding feline strolled towards you, her sleek, blue-grey fur casting a white shine on her lean bodice. Her cold, desaturated sea-green narrowed at your prescence, which seemed to cast a wave of intimidation over your mentality. Despite this, her gaze seemed distant, like she longed for someone that wasn't there. She had a long, thin tail that lashed as she approached you. "Salutations", she divulged. Her voice was toneless and unfriendly, but still distinctly feminine. Her long whiskers twitched as she drew her toungue over large, white canine teeth.

M E M I O R

"if you must leave; leave as though fire burns under your feet"

Eyeseeu

The ravens cawed and fluttered as the silver cat made her way along the riverbank. There was a slight, thin mist in the air, foreshadowing the coming winter. The feline padded along elegantly, her maw tilted upwards, inhaling the Autumn air. She had an anxious tinge about her mentality, her eyes narrowed. "Vixen?" She called in a wobbly voice. 

"Crow!" A chestnut-coloured cat emerged from the bushes and immediately ran to the silver cat, burying her face in her chest. 

"Vixen-" Crow stuttered in a trembling voice.

"You have to leave. I know-" Vixen gritted her teeth, her voice constricted. 

"Vixen...I - I never had this kind of thing before. So I'll just stand here, sorry, searching for something to say...Look, I just want you to know that even if I'm not here? I - I'm not completely gone."

And so the two cats sat there until the Autumn sun set. What it left behind were two intertwined cats, weeping over a loss that cannot be named.

M A S T E R I E S

"if you must speak; speak as though every word is unique"

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