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[Starrynight !]

//weak sorry rip

Starrynight hadbeen sitting on the edge of the Grand Circle, sniffing around as he explored the place. He’d looked over in time to see Bastille slump to the ground. Surprised, he stared for a moment, watching as Lunafreya came to the rescue. Pushing himself to his paws, the Astral Seraph trotted over. ”Are you sure he’s not just sleeping?” he asked, leaning down to sniff at the fireball. With a glowing forepaw, he nudged the tom’s shoulder. There was a faint, glittery remnant of his paw print when he took it away. “Hey, Bastille, you alright? This is a rather odd spot for a power nap.” Then again, anywhere is a bed of you’re tired enough. He’s slept in some pretty weird places and positions himself. With eyes flickering over his still form, Starrynight settled down onto his belly beside him. “Maybe we should just wait for him to wake up. He’s been doing a lot of work recently! He could use a little rest.”

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