Brick pads out onto the stage, earning a round of applause. He quiets the audience with a flick of his tail before opening his muzzle to speak.

"Welcome to Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Stars!" the ginger-furred tom meowed, waving his tail as he pivoted, walking toward the back of the stage. He seated himself on a small black chair. "We're sorry for the slight delay. Today's host had some. . . travel issues, but we're getting started right away!"

Brick points toward the side-stage.

"Everyone welcome the great and powerful Bluestar!" 

The blue-gray she-cat awkwardly pads out onto the stage, waving her tail. The crowd gave her a half-heartened cheer before settling back down to let her speak.

"Hello, crowd," Bluestar droned in a bored tone. "I have absolutely no qualifications to do this show. I've never worked for the KGIS; I'm not a professor, teacher, or student of astronomy; and, quite frankly, I don't care about any of this. Brick just made me do it."

From behind her, the ginger tom dips his head appreciatively.

"I have this script, so I'll just read off of it," Bluestar continued. She pulled out a few sticky notes, reading off a bright purple one.

"I—will—be—showing—you—the—constellation—of—Antlia," the ThunderClan leader spoke in a monotone voice.

Murmuring is audible from offstage, and a white screen descends behind her. A projector lights on, showing an image.

"So yeah. That's what Antlia looks like," Bluestar meowed, dropping the purple post-it note. "Now let's get into the backstory of this star grouping."

She flicks her paw at the screen, reading off a blue post-it note now. The image changes.

"This dude is French, like the fries, and he discovered it. His name is Edward or something. Apparently that grouping of five stars is supposed to be an air pump," Bluestar explained. "I guess the French get bored and like naming stuff. So bye. I'm done with this."

Dropping the rest of her post-it notes, Bluestar leaves the stage.

⌁ Still by Rio. ⌁