JOUSTUS GENIUS ☆ invitation

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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The snow leopard loved parties. It was the center of her existence. Other than emerging from her home to throw parties or stretch her wings and investigate the border, she did little else. Which was fine. She was a great boost to morale, with her constant smile. Her vibrant colors mimicked such a feat, such a mentality. Feza was a happy, party loving feline who cared for little else. The affairs with the Pitt had been such a thing. When everyone went charging off to battle, Feza had stayed behind. When they'd returned injured, she had debated on throwing everyone a 'get well soon' party. Alas, she had easily been distracted from the topic, and it had been forgotten. She didn't know that they had killed other members of the group she resided in. Absolutely no idea.

Feza's ears had raised when she had been told that the reason for this odd visitor's arrival was to be for a party. A sharp twitch wracked through her body, and excitedly she had begun to bounce a little on her paws. But Kaz had spoken before she had been able to. Killed, beaten, and enslaved. By the love of everything good and the cardboard boxes, that was terrible. Her face froze, stiffening. A party with people like that? Did.. did those kinds of people even deserve festivities? Her wings pulled tight against her sides. Feza shuffled on her paws a little, ears twisting when Leroy approached. Their kin's murderers, attending the same party. As much as Feza loved a good party.. she'd have to say she'd pass this time. How would they keep everyone from breaking out in violence, anyways? Sometimes words didn't matter. People could say they would do one thing, and then do another. Lies. People could be liars. Murderers. At a party. How tainting it was. The idea of a party being soured by malicious people. Her ears and expression lowered.

"I don't.. see how you'd keep a fight from breaking out if, if one happened to happen. That wouldn't make for a, i wouldn't be a very fun party at that point," the vibrant female weakly mumbled. It hurt quite a lot to deny herself a way to party. She loved parties. They were her favorite thing in the entire world. They were a way to make people smile and forget all the hardships that they'd faced. This party, though? Feza felt terrible about the idea of her desire to party overcoming her loyalty to her group. So, she would not go. Maybe she could host an actual party here, instead, to make up for it.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY