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moonfang
A tuxedo feline crouched near the back of the den, rearranging the piles of sticks, webs and leaves that adorned the store. Since the previous death of the feline here in the den she had been left slightly shaken. She had not been able to help her, it had already been too late and that scared the she-cat. Death could not always be helped, injuries not always healed, sicknesses not always cured.
Ebonyfrost shook her head, returning a slight sternness to her expression and her mind to the feeble work of subtle rearrangement.
(Idk)
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~Techincally, the glass is always full. Whatever isn't filled with liquid or solid is filled with air.~
~Shoot for the moon, because even if you miss you'll still land among the stars.~
~Crying doesn't mean that you are weak. Since birth it has always been a sign that we are alive.~
Hi! I’m Brook, but call me whatever you wish =^^=. I’m unfortunately not very active, and though I may come back every once in a while to say Hi, I’m not sure if I’ll get back to Roleplaying or not. Miss you guys.