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| - "Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon Shining down on your face" - Hello Seattle ~ starfish I sat on the branch, the sun beating down. The tree concealed some of the light, but not all. I wanted to do something, stop moping in a tree. But they might come back. ...and I can't risk getting caught. Bored—and scared—out of my mind, I remained there. I'd always been a stargazer, and I'd always been unhappy. But nothing could compare to my unhappiness now. ...until she came. ~ She came walking past the tree. I pressed into the trunk, trying to keep myself hidden. One of them? No, it hadn't been one of them. "No?"
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| - "Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon Shining down on your face" - Hello Seattle ~ starfish I sat on the branch, the sun beating down. The tree concealed some of the light, but not all. I wanted to do something, stop moping in a tree. But they might come back. ...and I can't risk getting caught. Bored—and scared—out of my mind, I remained there. I'd always been a stargazer, and I'd always been unhappy. But nothing could compare to my unhappiness now. ...until she came. ~ She came walking past the tree. I pressed into the trunk, trying to keep myself hidden. One of them? No, it hadn't been one of them. It had been a beautiful gray she-cat. And I had inexplicably fallen for her. "Gorgeous," I mutter from behind the leaves. Instantly I regretted it. She looks up at me from the ground. Um, hello...? her eyes seem to say. "Come down," she calls. Oh no, what have I done? I didn't want to associate with anyone. All I wanted to do was get out of here with my fur still intact. "No," I called back. "Then why were you talking to me?" I could hear a little annoyance spill into her voice. I loved her already. "Don't hurt me," I muttered. "You think a cat like me would hurt you?" She had a point. Ah, what difference would it make? I would still be a rogue. ...a loner. No home, no family, only emptiness. I scrambled down from the tree, hoping I didn't look too ungraceful. "Er, what were you doing in the tree in the first place?" I looked away. "I'm on the run." Now why had I told her that? "On the run," she repeated. "I know what that feels like." "You do?" I asked, surprised. "Yes. I'm not exactly loved at home," she mewed ruefully. "Me neither," I muttered. Then I caught myself. "Well, I didn't use to be." Back when I had a home. "So where are you off to?" she queries. Didn't seem too keen or dangerous, just a friendly question. "Nowhere in particular," I replied. "You?" "Where would I go?" she murmured. "The only place I feel at home is...well, the sea. What do you expect me to do, walk into the ocean?" I laughed. "No, I guess not." She gave a dreamy smile. "It's enough for me just to be near the ocean, you know." Oh. "What's your name?" I asked. "Oceansplash," she replied. "What's yours?" Oceansplash. How fitting. "Mine's Starfish," I replied. "Were you named after the ocean as well?" she asked, astonished. "I don't know. I haven't been to the ocean before," I admitted. "No?" I shook my head. "Well, I guess I'll be taking you there." And for the first time... ...I felt more than willing to go.
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