029 | the stars are watching ]] monnie srp + other stuff

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stepping away from monnie was probably one of the better choices in my life since well— it boosted my mental health. i hope to receive a kit from s litter, whether it be from a litter, or pre-assigned kits. Anywho— I came here to treat everyone with a super duper cool monnie srp so sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. <33 - - - - - - Monarchmorphean’s starry frame, along with others were up in the stars rather than in planted upon the ground. It was odd in all respects; to prance up above, lingering high over the prestigious rays of the sun, and twinkle down when pools of moonlight cascading down and over the dunes. She missed the exfoliation of the sunlight that plastered over faer pelt, or the individual, gritty grains of sand that got stuck between her claws. Fae missed every single bit of it. And her siblings, especially Mags. Fae missed the opportunity to tease the molly about their crush which now of course blossomed into something of true beauty. Fae wanted to be the cat who held them together like glue if /anything/ went wrong. To push them together like some destined force because she knew fae would shatter if the pair would break up. Maybe she would crumble once again, as fae had once done when she fell victim to the sun’s heat, because well— there was no way fae could help Magnoliaplight heal. To be better again. Or maybe the true reason was that the maiden would feel a tremendous amount of guilt for having a lover in the clouds above, and fae would have to watch Mags suffer. She couldn’t do it, fae couldn’t grief again, especially if she wouldn’t even get to see faer beloved sister. That led her to Corn-snakecatastrophe. They loved each other, fae just knew it. Astro was her everything up here. He was slumbering under a nearby willow tree, and of course Monnie couldn’t help but pass a soft glance to his direction every so often. Fae couldn’t bear to loose him again. Her dream was to always have kits, even at a young age, but that option flew straight out the window when fae died in her relative youth. Everything was going to work out in the end— and in good terms too. Moo would take a quivering breath, now glancing up to the blank-slated sky. She just had to believe it, or fae would crumble all over again. And this time for good.