WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED ☆ markers

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza didn't really leave the town often. She stayed in her home while creating her festivities. She went and got food from the pile, and brought it back to her home to eat. Her festivities were usually done inside the camp as well. The snow leopard was fine to take in the security that came from living in a group. She had craved such a thing ever since she'd been cast out from her home due to her vibrant colors and excitable personality. It was something that created a baseline of happiness, one that even thrived when she had been deadly terrified. The snow leopard didn't pride her own joy. She only prided herself as the 'official partythrower'. Guardsman too, she did cherish that title as well, but more often she tossed around her more festive name than the one that actually held power. The snow leopard, if pressed, would mention such a thing, but commonly she preferred to just be known as the festive person she portrayed herself as.

"Aurum," the snow leopard said as she came bounding over as the look on her face flickered with 'joke incoming', "markers are for coloring, not for trees, silly!" She came to a halt. Her wings fluffed and ruffled, shifted before again settling close to her sides. They often in the past were pressed so tightly into her sides that they would hurt her ribs. Feza brushed that off just as much as she did fatality. Other than her own, of course. Feza, in truth, hardly even knew of the death of the deputy. Someone had died, she knew. There'd been a battle too. Feza couldn't quite decide if they were separate or the same. It was brain power devoted to something other than festivities, and so the train of thought swiftly ended. "I'm kidding. I don't actually know these.. 'tree marker' things. I'm assuming they're not actual markers. If, if they are then uh, I'll go. 'Cause I do know what those are." The snow leopard briefly rambled. Was a tree marker a tree with marker scribbles on it? Feza had absolutely no idea. Her face scrunched a little in thought, ears raising to aid her confused and curious expression.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY