midnight / o, prompt

[Character Graveyard.]

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Since Luna had gotten back from being captured in Tanglewood, she wasn't sure how she felt. It was a big mix of many emotions, but mainly- feeling useless, but her Clanmates would probably disagree with how she felt.

The winged-serval had gone to the cliff above the river, her eyes lingering on the rushing waters down below. Many thoughts ran through her head as she took a few steps towards the edge. The point of this wasn't to hurt herself by falling into the stream below, but to attempt flying.

The female would flung herself over the edge, before she unfolded both of her wings, dragging herself upward a little. Following the breeze, Luna would smile as she flew over some parts of the territory.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Feelings of uselessness were not uncommon in Suite's world. She often felt this way for unknown reasons, and she hated it. She was always trying to do her best for her family, friends, and group, but it never felt like it was enough. There was more to do, there always was. It at least constantly felt that way. Suiteheart hated the feeling, but it was too hard to simply push away; it was like something was constantly sat on her shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Do more. You're not contributing enough."

And that was why she was patrol. Again. The third time today actually. She was worn and tired, and that was why she could not believe her eyes when she peered upward. She thought she saw Lunafreya flying, but she couldn't be sure.

Squinting, she called, "Luna?" God, maybe she was losing it.
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