Prince has nice friends. He has a very brave Bold, kind-hearted Little, happy-go-lucky Bright, wise Red, and fun Magic. They travel together because it's less lonely when you have friends to share amazing stuffs you found in the journey.
They are very different, Prince found, but they don't mind that.
Sometimes they have to learn new stuffs because old stuffs they knew don't work the same in different places.
They learn to play music and taste the fun in songs and dances and crowds.
They learn to cope with nightmares and the possibility of being lost.
They learn to change and accept that they might not be the same anymore.
Prince loves his friends. He was never sure of what his friends felt though.
Is he a bad friend for not trusting them to love him the same way?
Because to be honest, Prince Cat never thought that he'd found people whom he loved so deeply, that the thought of others having the same feeling is almost impossible.
So sometimes Prince Cat would cry alone in the night, (because the thought of them leaving him hurts really bad. Sometimes because what he feel for them are really intense that he cries because of it.)
He really is, sentimental.
He then wrote stories about their journey and little things about them to make and his feelings.
(Sometimes songs as well.)
But he never tells anyone about it.
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