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black, grey, and white genderstar terms

blackstar - a term under genderstar (link) for when ones gender is related to stars and the colour black, stars decorated with the colour black, being a star and the colour black, etc.

greystar / graystar - a term under genderstar for when ones gender is related to stars and the colour grey, stars decorated with the colour grey, being a star and the colour grey, etc.

whitestar - a term under genderstar for when ones gender is related to stars and the colour white, stars decorated with the colour white, being a star and the colour white, etc.

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Title: Constellations

Summary: Graystar begins to worry that her span of seven lives will eventually lead her to being without her closest friend, deputy, and mate, Volespring.

Graystar came out of sleep in increments. She stretched out one paw at a time, claws sharp and long as she flexed them out of their sheathes. Her reeds were new and soft and smelled of juniper berries; a trick her mother had taught her as an apprentice, hoping to stave off the cold of Leaf-bare. Graystar had come to love it so much she did it even now, in the creeping warmth of Greenleaf.

A loud snore shattered the peaceful morning air, tapering off at the end with a snort. Graystar chuckled under her breath as she rolled over. Beside her lay her deputy of many seasons, Volespring. The past few seasons hadn't been easy for the brown she-cat- her eye was stolen in a battle with a badger, the same battle that crushed one of her back legs, and more than a few rips and tears peeked out amongst her fur- but she'd refused to ever admit defeat.

She refused to ever admit she snored, either.

Graystar rested her muzzle on Volespring's back, a rare smile on her features. "Wake up, fuzzbutt. It's gotta be dawn by now."

Volespring grunted. "If it's not on fire, I don't care."

"Tell that to the patrols you have to set."

"Uuuuugggghhhh," said the molly, reluctantly sitting up. Her brown fur was sticking up at odd angles. "You'd think we'd all have this routine set in stone by now."

"Don't act like you don't enjoy spooking whippersnappers awake-" Graystar gave her a pointed nudge with her shoulder- "Old lady."

Volespring rolled her eyes. "I seem to recall you being older than me, old lady."

She let out a gasp. "Is that any way to talk to your leader?" A quick pounce had the deputy under her sure paws, flat on her back. Graystar flashed her teeth in a cheesy growl. "I oughta banish you!"