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Stellars Lore
How I Became Diamond Paws 💎🐾
They thought they broke me.
I was just an orange cat chasing moonlight, minding my own whiskers, until the humans dragged me into their lab. They strapped me down, cold metal biting my back, and whispered about “Project Diamondium.”
The injections came — liquid fire in my veins. My bones cracked, my claws splintered, my paws burned like molten rock.
I should’ve given up.
Folded.
Sold out.
But I didn’t. I held.
Every second of pain hardened me. My skeleton crystallized.
My claws became unbreakable.
My paws — my Diamond Paws — locked onto the table until the steel itself gave way before I did.
That’s when I understood. They weren’t forging a weapon.
They were forging a HODLer.
Now nothing can shake me.
Markets crash?
I grip tighter.
Whales dump?
I don’t move.
FUD spreads?
My paws only shine brighter.
I am not paper hands. I am not weak hands.
I am Diamond Paws.
forged in pain, unbreakable in gain.
I don’t fold. I don’t sell. I only hold.
To. The. Moon. 🚀🌕💎🐾
-Stellar THE CAT
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THE PROPHECY
I was just vibin’ at the Area 51 barracks, paws up, dreaming of my one true mission.
sending this jet straight to the MOON.
Outta nowhere, a general kicks down my blanket like he pays rent.
But this wasn’t just any general…
this dude had giga-chad aura, smelled faintly of tendies and diamond hands.
He looked me dead in the whiskers and said:
“It has come to my notice that you are a worthy Diamond Paw. Would you like to see what the future holds for you?”
My tail went full vertical.
My brain? Empty.
My heart? Full.
So I responded the only way a true feline warrior could:
“Meow.”
I grabbed my tiny hat (mandatory drip), my burner phone (for memes), and followed him down into a HUGE underground bunker packed with forbidden tech — stuff the Paperhands could never comprehend.
The general pointed at ajet. Not just any jet — this beast was fueled by liquidity pools of jet fuel, staked tendies, and leftover swag from 2011.
I strapped in. Pepe scientists spammed “WEN MOON” on clipboards. Wojak engineers coped so hard their tears filled my tank. Diamond-handed apes saluted. Paperhands already rage-quit back to Robinhood.
Countdown:
3… 2… 1… MEOW.
The jet blasted harder than a Binance delisting.
My whiskers caught fire from the speed. And then—BOOM.
Touchdown. On. The. Moon. 🌕
When the dust cleared, I saw them…
Pepe planting flags, Doge chasing moon rocks, Wojaks floating around farming yield in zero gravity.
The memes had been here all along, waiting for me.
So I pulled out my phone,
posed wif my jet, and snapped the ultimate moon selfie.
Now I’ve got proof of the prophecy.
I saw the future, and it’s Green
saw the moonshot, and it’s CATWIFJET.
-Stellar THE CAT
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TO BE CONTINUED
-Stellar THE CAT
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