[MEAT ANGELS]

The roleplay begins.

The storm had ruined everything. EighthStar sat upon the StolenLedge, eyes narrowed as she watched cats within the camp scurry about, fixing dens and dragging away litter. They looked like ants. She would love to squish them. Stupid Eyes Above. Had to throw this upon my leadership. EighthStar growled, and looked to the shimmering stars. Stupid stupid stupid! It didn’t matter, anyway. SeventhStar would have died a moon after the storm, anyway. He was just stupid. Should’ve learned how to swim. She sighed, and rolled onto her back. The molly put a paw into the air, flexing her claws. They sparkled under the light of the moon, and EighthStar sighed again. She was too perfect for this world. Another link in the chain holding this all together. She knew everything. Bored of her endless beauty, she rolled back onto her belly. Watching her subjects run around doing work was FUN! Well, she would have to do some things. Just a few. I need this to last all nine lives- so I gotta make it look like I give a damn. She giggled. What fun it had been, in the few sunrises of being in charge. “Might as well call a meeting.” A few small announcements, that would get everything to speed up. Besides, every cat here was so desperate to be deputy, they just did whatever she said!
Heh. No matter what I tell myself, I can’t keep my mind off of what SeventhStar told me. Stupid Starclan. Their creation was their destruction.

“ALL CATS OLD ENOUGH TO SEE THE EYES ABOVE, GATHER FOR A STOLEN MEETING.”

[ @Christmassy Peril @S t a r @rosetherosey @Kipo Oak

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Up above, a she-cat lashed her tail. Stars sprayed everywhere, and she let out a roar. She was bound to this. Forever.
“Fools. They ruined our eternity. I can’t even be known as who I am. I am no longer Ramfury.”
All at once, sudden tendrils leapt out at her, snatching her ankles and dragging her away. She’d said the name. She’d committed treason.
“SPIDERHOWL!”
Another awakening.
This eternal punishment would be very, very, painful.