[mahogany]

Username: solstice roses!
Clan: Jovial!
Would you like to be entered into the supernova raffle? yes!

Quest Number: 3
Response: Here
Word Count: 1,362

[feverdream]

Username: feverrr
Clan: the barrens
Would you like to be entered into the supernova raffle? (see ticket details here) yes :3

Quest Number: 2
Response: lumi & anthea <3

Word Count: n/a (lined fullbody x2)

may be back for quests 1 & 3 if i have time </3

[kyeza]

Username: kyeza
Clan: the chasm / the circus
Would you like to be entered into the supernova raffle? (see ticket details here) yes!!

Quest Number: 1
Response:


the chasm cats celebrate two main holidays in their subterranean home: the summer and winter solstices. each event is marked by a festival in its honor.

the moonglow festival takes place on the eve of the winter solstice, celebrating the alignment of the moon and stars in the night sky above. as their ravine is beneath a mountain, the sky is only visible through the reflections in the ancient crystal cave and a few skylights in the rocky ceiling of the ravine. during this festival, the chasm cats worship their moon goddess, lune, and all that she stands for. they use her light to ward off that which lurks in the dark, meaning that no fire is allowed for the duration of the night lest it smother the moonlight.

this festival emphasizes the cats’ connection to their ancestors, giving the cats an opportunity to seek wisdom from their loved ones who have passed on. come midnight, the spirits of their ancestors pass into the overworld from the beyond and bound down from the skies, and cats can commune with them until the break of dawn, when they must return to the fading stars.

as fire is banned for the night, many cats pile blankets and pillows around the ravine to settle down in and share stories under the moonlight. the light of the moon refracting around the cave and the gentle glimmer of glowworms are the only things illuminating the ravine until the sun brings about its light in the morning. the normally bland stone is decorated with themes of ice and blue-silver, cats dressed in ceremonial jewels and decor in shades of cerulean and silver.

the sunburst festival, on the other hand, marks the night of the summer solstice, celebrating the alignment of the sun as it sets into a starry horizon. the cats of the chasm worship their sun god, parhelion, and what he stands for as a deity. they also commune with their ancestors during this festival, however instead of knowledge, they seek protection and strength from them.

the chasm gets decorated for this event with themes of fire and red-gold, with bonfires and candles aplenty and cats dressed in ceremonial jewels and decor in shades of crimson and gold.

leading up to both festivals, there is much preparation to do. cats dart about their stony home with boxes of decorations and such, setting up booths and places to rest. maplebark, for example, often hosts a face-painting activity to entertain the youth.


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Quest Number: 3
Response:


the circus was alight with activity, the hustle and bustle of show preparation set loose upon the tents and their inhabitants. the soft flicker of candlelight accompanies the fading of the day, as the sun sets beneath the treetops in the distance.

with the fall of night came the chatter of crowds, adults and children alike come far and wide to immerse themselves in a world of wonder.

and a wonder it is.

the big top stretches high into the sky, candy apple red and white striped fabric dotted about in an array of tents. from them descend strands of string lights and streamers, balloons of all shapes and sizes swaying in the gentle breeze, a rainbow of colors.

booths of all sorts occupy the general vicinity, all enclosed by a low-hanging rope fencing. face painting, balloon animals, dart throwing, and many other games and activities draw in enthralled guests, while others wander straight into the center of attention.

the inside of the main tent—the big top, as the circus members call it—is truly a sight to see. a warm glow emanates from the entrance, and once you step inside, you enter a whole new world.

but that's not where the action really is. behind the heavily-layered flaps of fabric lies a backstage area full of a splattering of boxes and barrels, miscellaneous items galore scattered about. inside one of the rooms, sectioned off by a black curtain, a cotton candy blue, bubblegum pink, and snow white cat buzzes around in distress. it’s almost show time—the clock is ticking— and she still has several cats to finish painting.

she’s a makeup artist, you see, and is in charge of the cosmetics for the entirety of the circus. and normally, this was a delight for her, applying the finishing touches to all the incredibly detailed costumes; but today, she was running behind. very behind.

“delphi, sit still, would you–!” she cries, as the lithe little feline in the chair dodges her makeup brush for nearly the thousandth time.

at least she has the heart to look sheepish. “it tickles, ophelia, i’m sorry!”

she stands and places the brush back on the vanity with a huff. “how am i supposed to do your makeup if you’re moving all over the place?!” she mutters, though she knows it doesn’t come off half as indignant as she’d hoped. “either sit still or get out!”


Word Count: 400 words

[SushiFoxx]

Username: SushiFoxx
Clan: Fallen Rose Kingdom
Would you like to be entered into the supernova raffle? (see ticket details here) yes!

Quest Number: 1
Response:

Constellation Draco. The constellation of the dragon, Andromeda’s constellation. During the Dragon Festival, the constellation always seemed to shine brighter than usual. Dragon Festival was a celebration of the massive creatures and the power they held, younglings and older cats alike put up decorations for the Festival. All cats had the day off to celebrate, the kingdom square could be seen filled with cats mingling together.

The Dragon Festival always seemed to bring the Kingdom together. However, after the ban on dragon riding, the celebrations had quieted. Past riders had hidden their celebrations, worried that they would be caught with their dragons. In the past, dragon riders would put on a show, flying their dragons above the Kingdom in whimsical patterns.

Nowadays, the dragon riders do the shows in private where they can’t be caught. Many of the older dragon riders will tell stories to the younglings about their past adventures and the way they used to soar above the clouds. Many of the riders thought that once dragon riding was banned, the celebration would soon fall through.

Even after all the struggle, now cats would put up extra dragon decorations. Younglings could be seen working weeks beforehand with the Nursery Attendants to create tiny sculptures that would be displayed during the festival. Older cats would tell stories, and Learners with the Artisans would sometimes put on a display detailing what it was like in the past as a dragon rider. Past and current riders would whisper about the inaccuracies but still smiled along and cheered as they displayed what they had been learning.

After all had been celebrated, some families would stay to star gaze while the active riders would slip away.

“Do you think they’ll catch us?” A smaller, younger Eirine whispered to Orev who was teaching her how to fly.

“They won’t catch us, little one, Althea and Atlas know where you are, they can help cover for us,” He soothed gently, brushing her with his tail.

“Okay!” Eirine chirped happily before bounding forward, her fur flapping behind her as she ran. She obviously didn’t take much convincing. Orev kept an eye on her, but knew with her bond with dragons it was worth it to teach her. Dragon riding had been grandfathered in for years now after the ban. Past riders were teaching eager younglings that had the desire to learn.

Even after all Orev had been through, he made sure he taught young dragon riders how to do it properly. He may have lost a friend to it, but he knew all the cats who missed their dragons. The Dragon Festival always seemed to bring more attention.

As Eirine bounded forward he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. “Watch your step, kiddo, your parents will hunt me if you get hurt,” he called after her, in which Eirine didn’t even seem to be listening. Orev trailed after her carefully when he heard her voice call back.

“What colour was your dragon?” Her voice was so chipper and innocent Orev barely cringed at the question.

“Silver. It was silver and blue, like most of the decorations you see. They were a very important dragon, that’s why so many of the decorations are those colours,” he noted, watching her ears swivel with interest. Orev just shook his head affectionately.

“Were there any purple dragons? O! O! Or gold ones? Or pink ones? Or-“

“Yes, there was. There were all of those colours and more,” he chuckled. “Watch for tree roots, Eirine, I would like you intact.”

“I’m good peepaw Orev! I’m gonna stay intact!” Eirine chirped back happily, and Orev couldn’t be upset at her innocence.

As they rounded the corner, many of the other dragon riders could be seen with their dragons. Eirine galloped in, running straight to a white one that seemed to have taken a liking to her. Orev almost panicked before remembering she could communicate with the dragons mentally. The other riders greeted him, brushing their tails against him or brushing against his side. They’d assembled to do the show for the celebration. None of the others within the Kingdom could see it, but it was always a sense of honour to perform it.

One by one, cats mounted their dragons and shot up into the air. Eirine wiggled and the white dragon scooped her up, keeping her a safe distance in the air so she wasn’t at risk of getting hurt by the wind gusts. Orev watched the dragons. One larger, more elderly dragon stood in the back, its eyes locked on his. His heart dropped and he shifted his paws, guilt gnawing at him. He hadn’t mounted a dragon in ages, too scared of getting hurt. Losing his best friend to the accident had destroyed his confidence in dragon riding.

The dragon just watched him. Orev could tell that his dragon wanted him to try and ride again. But Orev couldn’t do it, he couldn’t participate in the celebration, it hurt him, even seeing Eirine riding the small white dragon made his heart lurch.

“I’m sorry..” Orev murmured to his dragon. “I know you want me to ride again.. but you were there.. you know what happened.. I can’t be the cause of someone else getting hurt because of my negligence-“ he could see the look in his dragon's eyes. “I know it was the weather.. I know it wasn’t my fault.. but you have to understand how it feels to watch your bestfriend never come back… if I’d stopped him from leaving he would have returned.." After an even longer stare down from his dragon he finally gave in.

“Fine.. just this once.. just to watch the celebration..” he mumbled before carefully mounting his dragon. Before he knew it they shot into the air alongside the others. They all moved in formation, and he knew Eirine was watching them with her classic wonder.

After so long of putting off remounting his dragon, Orev couldn’t help but think to himself that he missed it.


Word Count: 1,003 words

Quest Number: 2
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Quest Number: 3
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The animals sang and the trees rustled, but not like normal. Nobody would know that the goddess of the wild was slowly panicking. Everything was moving with such urgency, although to anybody else it would seem perfectly at rest. The birds seemed to move faster, the mice seemed to chew quicker. Everything was so rapid to her. Kore had never felt this way before and she couldn’t understand why this sudden quickness seemed to be consuming her.

Everything felt like it was moving too fast, a second ticked by in half. One. Two. Three. Even the counting felt false. It all felt so dulled to her ears, nothing could stabilize her racing mind. Her heart even seemed to lurch forward as her head spun.

“Kore?” A gentle voice called from the bushes. A voice she knew she recognized but couldn’t put a paw on. It was a voice that seemed to temporarily numb the thoughts that stabbed through her. “You okay, Kore?” The voice called again, she could tell their steps were getting closer despite not being able to tell who it was.

“Mhm..” was all she could make herself mumble back. Even her vision seemed as though it was dipping out on her. The other pawsteps paused, taking in her weak, half hearted response.

“I’m coming!” It called back with a sudden urgency. The paw steps got louder and faster as they rushed to her. Kore couldn’t register how close they were until the familiar brown fur filled her blurry vision. She just let out a quiet whimper and collapsed, her paws giving out from under her. The other cat caught her. Even in her foggy state, Kore could make out the faint voice and words of concern. Something along the lines of ‘are you okay?’ ‘What happened?’ And some other phrases she didn’t care to remember.

Finally she could discern that the voice was Tauriel. The goddess of summer. Something about the familiar voice was comforting, it pulled her just far enough out of her fog to lean on her. Kore tried to ramble something about everything moving too fast, everything slipping out of her control, and Tauriel could immediately tell where she was going.

“Just breathe, Kore, it’s okay.. everything is okay.. time is moving by as normal.. all of the wildlife is worried about you..” Tauriel cooed soothingly, coaxing her out of this bubble she seemed to be stuck in. The birds songs seemed to steady around her, as though everything was moving like normal again.

“I’m sorry-“ she started to ramble out, her voice shaky and anxious. “It was all moving so fast.. and I feel so out of place.. and-“

Tauriel cut her off. “You’re spiraling again, Kore. You do fit in. You’re a wonderful goddess, trust me..” she soothed. “Cats love you, worship you in ways that you may not see.. I see how they leave wildflowers out for you… and how they leave candles out on the darkest days to help guide the wildlife out of the Kingdom..” she murmured gently.

Kore just nodded, her form shifting as her eyes were slightly red from the tears. “You’re right..” she mumbled gently before leaning on Tauriel. “Would you stay with me for awhile..?”

“Of course.”

Word Count: 542 words

[Aizaka]

Username: Aizaka
Clan: Galaxy Stables
Would you like to be entered into the supernova raffle? (see ticket details here) Yes please

Quest Number: 1
Response:

It was nearing the Winter Solstice, Christmas time to the two-legged ones. The cats of Galaxy Stables seemed to have an energy in the air around them. Some scavenging for that perfect gift to a loved one. Others helping to decorate and spread the holiday cheer. Calla was put in charge of festivities and was thrilled to be so. In her element, she instructed where small shops could be set up for Winter wares, where decorations still needed to be hung, and where the great tree could be placed. Many had brought in smaller shrub like trees for their personal dens, but the big one was for all to gather around and celebrate.

The hunters would go out in search of healthy game to provide for the main feast that everyone gathers together for. Brought to the kitchens and kept in the cool cellar, it is sorted and prepared into delightful treats of meat pies and stews amongst other warm treats.

After the first great snow, Calla helps to organize snow activities. There's a snowcat competition that's a big hit with the younger kits. But the main event is the snow wars. Groups of friends, or single individuals that deem themselves brave enough to do so, will gather and create small snow forts and bombard each other with snowballs. They must gather three scarves from other's forts to be considered a win. Sometimes there are ties and sometimes betrayals. But there is always a warm drink for all after all the snow has settled.

With holly and greenery hung about, and small colorful ribbons and crafts to brighten things even more, it is finally time for the feast. The clan gathers and listens to a heartwarming speech from the leaders then begin to share their meal together. That night, around a bonfire, stories are told of the stars and the cats of old. Of ones who saved many and ones who gave much to those they loved. As kits are tucked into their nests and elders cozy up closer to the embers of the fires, many dream of bright futures and fun times with loved ones.

The next morning, gifts are given to start the day on a joyful note. Some have created toys of fur to look like a mouse for their kits to play with. Others may have made an embroidered ribbon with a charm to give to their beloved. But all are given something to brighten the day and share the love of clan. For the future is bright, when you're a galaxy of stars.

Word Count: 428 Words

[ethium]

Start of May Round

"Thank you all for your replies!! I'll have your prizes figured out soon!"

The current round has ended.

"Wait wait wait, I have more questions, don't leave yet!"

A new round has begun!
QUEST #1

Draw or write about a time a cat disagreed with leader
You may only write and/or draw your response to this prompt.

QUEST #2

Draw a cat who has some unusual interests
You may only draw your response to this prompt.

QUEST #3

Write about the legacy your character wishes to leave behind after they pass!
You may only write your response to this prompt.

[BingoDingo03]

QUEST #1

Draw or write about a time a cat disagreed with leader
You may only write and/or draw your response to this prompt.

QUEST #2

Draw a cat who has some unusual interests
You may only draw your response to this prompt.

QUEST #3

Write about the legacy your character wishes to leave behind after they pass!
You may only write your response to this prompt.

[Hazelfang]

Username: Hazelfang + 941669
Clan: The Blessed Lupus

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Quest Number: 1
Response: Draw or write about a time a cat disagreed with leader
You may only write and/or draw your response to this prompt.

Umber leaves dangle limply from stiff branches, swaying precariously in the tepid wind. Nothing more than a soft breath of air sends lifeless foliage cascading down onto the forest floor. Littering the surface in hues of ochre and rust, contrasting starkly against the early whispers of a white winter. A loud crunch sounds sending a flurry of wings fluttering into the sky, a flock of shrouded figures scattering into the clouds.

"I've said it once and I will say it again. I cannot allow you to go on this journey, it is a death sentence," a stern voice follows the startling crunch, sounding strained and exasperated.

A second voice replies in a pleading tone, "Anyara, I have no choice. I need to go. The safety of our kin and my daughter are dependent on this!"

Hissing erupts from a third voice, sounding more anxious than angry, "So to protect our daughter you're just going to leave?" Frenzied disbelief weighs upon each syllable, the molly's voice trembling in fear.

"Listen to reason, Osprey. You won't survive this journey... How do you think your family will survive should you not make it back?" the Anyara meows, turning her sunset gaze onto the cinnamon-colored tom. Strands of fur curl against her cheek, quivering in the passing breeze. The authoritative she-cat sticks out within their small group, her purple pelt appearing unnatural against the forest visage.

The other molly nods in agreement, her yellow-green eyes brimming with emotion as she peers imploringly at her mate, "How will I survive, Osprey?" Her words are drenched with anguish, a preemptive mourning of a love she could lose so easily. "I can't lose you... I can't lose anyone else," she asserts, setting a cream-colored paw before her in an attempt to draw closer.

"You won't lose me, Elowen. I've done this journey before," the tom meows firmly, taking a tentative step backwards from his approaching mate. The she-cat flinches from his movement, drawing in a sharp, pained hiss, but the tom continues, "I have to do this. Please understand." One green eye stares between the two mollies with a steely sincerity.

The Anyara shakes her head once more, shouldering past the tremoring molly to get closer to her subject, "You didn't do this journey alone before, remember?" She begins, tension pulling her voice taut as she speaks, "Crescent was there too. And he never returning... Do you truly wish to hurt Elowen and your family as Crescent did his?"

Now Osprey flinches, the fortitude of his gaze wavering at the mention of his dear friends. The Anyara was right, Osprey didn't go on that journey alone, yet he certainly returned home alone. Left with a gaping wound in his heart from where his companion had once occupied. From the torment of watching him die. "This is different," the words tumble from him in a troubled murmur, brows furrowing as memories flood behind his eye.

"Oh, Osprey..." Elowen whispers as she steps forward against, running her muzzle against his cheek. The cinnamon tom closes his eye, taking a moment to inhale her sweet, familiar scent. He allows himself a moment of weakness- to melt into her embrace. Shedding the worries and nightmares keeping him awake each and every night. The promise of calamity threatening the Blessed and his family. The future fate has planned for him and his daughter.

"Even still," the tom sighs deeply, drawing himself away from his mate once more. Any more time spent pressed into her fur may result in him changing his mind. "I must go. Crescent knew the risks when he left, knew what he would be leaving behind, but he still went. He didn't cower from his destiny, he embraced it. And I will do the same." Confidence and reassurance rushes through him, bolts of electricity within his veins only further hardening his resolve.

A distressed sob sounds from nearby, yet he refuses to look knowing all too well the face Elowen must be making at this moment. Instead, he stares at the Anyara, imploring her to listen to him. To understand. "I hear you, Osprey. I truly do," the leader holds his gaze, only wavering for a moment to flash a sympathetic look at the troubled she-cat. "As your Anyara... I simply cannot allow you to go on this journey-" The cinnamon tom parts his jaws to protest as she lifts her paw in the air, ordering silence. "However.. as myself, as Plumeria. Well, all I can say is to follow your heart. Don't make this decision lightly. You have Elowen and your children to consider. But I have known you for many seasons and I know you wouldn't be this stubborn if it wasn't important."

Gratitude floods the tom's face as he bows his head down, "Thank you, Anyara-"

"Plumeria," she corrects. "You should thank Plumeria, not the Anyara," the she-cat offers a playful wink, hoping to aid in lightening the tension amidst the trio.

A smile spreads upon his cinnamon complexion, "Thank you, Plumeria. I promise, this is more important than any of us could possibly imagine."

Word Count: 849 words

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Quest Number: 2
Response: here! <33
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Quest Number: 3
Response: Write about the legacy your character wishes to leave behind after they pass!
You may only write your response to this prompt.

A solemn gaze washes over the shrouded field, sorrow pooling along depths of violet. Scattered threads of moonlight weave between the gathered husks. Their fur shimmering beneath the moon- a field of snow-touched fur. Swirling green eyes stare up at the commanding presence standing before them, waiting in silent anticipation. The burly tom spreads their lips apart in a maniacal grin, a pair of pointed fangs glinting threateningly. "Thank you for gathering tonight," the voice booms, carrying over the gathering.

A sense of foreboding ripples through the silver tom, turning his somber attention to the assertive tom towering before him. They both know very well that the audience before them had no other choice than to come. To meet within this hidden field buried deep within the accursed Starless Grove. A hexed territory where not even rogues dared wander, as even they fear existing without the protection of the gods.

"I have great plans for you all, my brood," the sturdy tom continues.

Brood, the word replays within the onlooker's mind. A treacherously deafening sound rattling within his skull, sending a fresh surge of nausea. While some could consider the cats a proper 'brood' (on an improper technicality), it certainly existed as nothing of the sort. As Castor, the self-proclaimed Harbinger of Perpetuality, puts it 'they were rebirthed with his powers, born as his children'. Yet, a child of Castor is no coveted title.

"Tonight, under the hallowed crescent, we unite as one! Tonight, Kaos as our witness, we will reborn anew! Tonight, we become chaos!" As if under command, a cacophony of eager yowls erupt from the throng of felines. Pairs of pointed fangs glimmer beneath the moonlight, piercing through night's obscurity. From parted jaws, an unnaturally luminous green can be revealed; flesh of tongue stained in this sickly shade, lashing into the sky through piercing screeches.

The sight is sickening, driving the silver tom to take an unsteady step back. Claws slide in and out in a soothing fashion, the tom's desperate attempt to regain control of his emotions. Contrarily could result in incurring his brother's wrath, so he knew he needed to reclaim restraint and return to his position. You are nothing but the offering, an acquainted voice murmurs silently, forcing compliance to pierce through the pelt of fear. Compelling him to return to his former position just behind the Brother of Kaos.

As the shrilling yowls wane into an eerie silence, the haughty tom lets out a singular howl of his own. Sinisterly chilling, shattering against the psyche of all who surround. Suffocating any internal voices until all that can be heard is him. All that can be thought is him. All that matters is his him.

"Come now, brother. They will build the camp while we prepare the sacrifice," his brother's ruthless tone snaps the silver cat out of that mesmerized state. Instead, drawing his attention to the brown tom passing by him. Head held high, muscles rippling beneath battle-thickened skin.

"Understood, Rebirther," the tom musters, hurrying to catch up with the larger brother. With a heaving chest, he manages to get in a steady pace behind Castor, noting how effortless it is for him to stride ahead. "Um, Brother, if I may ask..." the words drag off his tongue, stuck by a molasses of unease.

"Spit it out, Mavros," the growling response sends the fur along his spine tingling, a chilly breeze weaving through untamed fur.

With a quick lick on his chest, he then continues, "What kind of.. legacy, do you want to leave? .. You know, like, different from our father. Or even Ka-" A sharp hiss sends him reeling, ears flattening against his head as fear overcomes him.

Venomous violet eyes stare down at him, vicious ire lapping at the cowering tom like hungry flames. "Never, ever.... say His name ." Absolute terror courses through his impure veins, a testament to the corruption of an Offering. Bent to the Harbinger's will, all he can do is nod in agreement. Vow to never utter His name. To carve the very name out of my mind. "Good, good," he nods, turning once more to face nearing borders. "Now... what was that question you asked, again?"

Mavros gulps down the dread threatening to choke him, managing a wavering response, "What kind of legacy- do you want to leave?"

"Hmmm," the tom murmurs, as though nothing out of the ordinary occurred in the prior moment. As if things suddenly snapped back into normality- feigned blissfulness. "Well, can't you see, Mavros?" he begins, taking an effortless leap onto a nearby stump. Dark paws land firmly on the bark, sinking fatal claws into its wooden skin. "There will be no legacy because I will never leave at all! For all perpetuality, I will be a living 'legacy'!" Confidence booms from the brown tom, lethal claws tearing relentlessly into the wood, shredding it until it could be fit for bedding.

"Harbinger of Perpetuality! All who do not acquiesce to me shall become immortalized as a Puppet of Perpetuality! That shall be my legacy."

Word Count: 843 words

[DawnDenki]

Username: DawnDenki
Clan: Sun Followers

Quest Number: 1
Response:
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(It reads: "They have a face, it can be hard to see." "Do they have a gender?" "Some how they can cry!" "Despite beind on fire, flower(s-) bloom beneath their paws.")(Wish I would have seen the typo-)

Quest Number: 2
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Quest Number: 3
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(Below is for my tracking needs)

QUEST #2
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Draw a cat who has some unusual interests
You may only draw your response to this prompt.

QUEST #3
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Write about the legacy your character wishes to leave behind after they pass!
You may only write your response to this prompt.[/size]

New to the quest game, this seems fun!

[clouds-move-on]

wipperoni

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