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Remember, self-love is very important🗿💞!!

Second place in worst luck ever goes to Moonie beaten only by her dead girlfriend!!

Every birth starts with water.

Most births start with blood as well. But not this one. Water and stars. A perfect mix of the two. To create the perfect being. She has been creating this being for so long. Carefully building her in their image. In the image of the ones who found Her and made Her who She is.

And now, finally, she is complete. The perfect little cat. With stars running through her veins. Not blood. Blood is imperfect. Blood is easy to spill. Stars are infinite.

She nudges her kitten toward Her bank with gentle waves. But the kitten only squeaks and rushed back into the safety of Her pool. “Come now,” She whispers in a voice only she can hear. “You're ready to join the world.”

Her kit buries herself into the shallows of Her water. “I don't want to leave you yet,” she murmurs. “What if I don't remember you?”

“Oh, my lovely kitten,” She purrs. “Every kit knows their mother. Remember, little one. I'll always be there with you. You have me in your veins. In your heart. In every part of you. You won't forget me.”

The kitten sniffles and presses her nose to her Mother. She ripples. “Go now. Do what I could never do. And meet your sister.”

The kitten nods slowly. She takes her first steps away from her Mother. She glances over her shoulder. But neither of them say anything. She's about to leave when she remembers. “Wait,” she meows. “What's my name?”

Her Mother is quiet and for a few, terrifying heartbeats, she worries she couldn't hear Her anymore. But eventually, She speaks, whispering in Her daughter's ear.

The kit purrs. “I love it,” she meows. She sends her Mother one last wave of her tail. She makes her way down Her stream, following it just like She told her to. The trees rustle around her. She couldn't see them when she lived in the hollow. Only a sky full of stars.

As she walks, a slight buzz begins in the back of her head. She looks behind her. She's forgetting something. Where did she come from? Who is she? She can hear the alluring sound of waves lapping against a shore a few treelengths ahead. For some reason, it's so comforting. So… beautiful. It sounds like love.

“Hey!” a voice calls. She whips around, spotting a cat. The cat's eyes widen at the sight of her. A sopping wet kitten. “Who are you?”

She opens her mouth to say her name. But she can't remember. A voice whispers in her head.

the most radical thing is love! ❤️‍🔥

poster i made for my local community college

Babeh