[kairosclerosis]

(the quasar is now visible to anyone nearby. it does in fact know this, but if spotted and especially if provoked will not stay for much longer! beware of ominous messages that probably won’t mean anything(?). do with this information what you will.)


THE QUASAR
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Starclan, The Quasar looked horrid.
Well, so did everyone else. Except.. Starclan cats, or whatever it itself was, were meant to look good — happy, peaceful, perfect. The Quasar was none of those. Well, actually it was definitely the last one. Obviously it was perfect. And it always was!

Even if it did look.. rather dishevelled when not in dreams. If only that wish on the moon also made it look good too..
Still, The Quasar sat there between bushes, on the outskirts of the space below the Stormcrest. Its leaking eyes wandered across the small spot, silver-blue blood dripping down its fur.
Every few moments, it’d attempt to wipe away these extremely macabre tears. It didn’t work, obviously. But at least The Quasar tried to keep itself looking good. Unlike some cats..

Its mind was starting to wander again. What was it even doing here again? Oh, right. One — for fun; but also two — to get away from those pesky Starclan cats. So hard to please, those little kittypet-esque flea-fests.

The Quasar sighed quietly. It didn’t come out as a proper ‘sigh’, however. More of a small, distorted growl. It sat there, watching and waiting. Hopefully nobody would bother it, though it definitely knew its reputation. Even hiding between the bushes, The Quasar’s bright glow wouldn’t help to deflect prying eyes. And if it didn’t get out of there quickly, those hypothetical eyes would get ANGRY.

The Quasar didn’t want to repeat its last few misadventures, however entertaining they were.

[open!]