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    [font=georgia]White paws padded across the Elite threshold, feeling the ground beneath them. After two moons of absence to travel the forest, Opalescence was back. Still scarred on the outside, but hear stitched back together on the inside, the white she-cat was ready to fight. For the first time in her life, she was ready to be strong.

    [size=8]He knew there was a familiar face missing around the Elite. So when Opalescene returned, Sacrifice's eyes insantly locked on to the pristine white female. "Heeeeey!" The Adviser shouted happily, bounding toward the Stylist. "Opalscene! Where have you been? You're not hurt, are you?" She was usually the peacemaker in the sea of pissed off Elitists, so it was nice to have creative she-cat back.

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    The recently joined serval known as Pawn trailed behind Sacrifice, her muddy water eyes scanning the she-cat that the Advisor seemed to know well with interest. Opalscene, he had called her, and the situation ponted to the fact that she seemed to have left and then returned, but of course Pawn didn't remember her. She was new, after all. "Well, welcome back then." She mewed, giving a sort of nod of greeting.
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    [align=center][size=10px][color=#E0EEEE]Curiosity shone in Benny's hazel gaze as he watched Sacrifice bound over to the unfamiliar she-cat. He didn't recognize her from anywhere, but his father seemed happy enough to see her and according to his words she was an Elitist even if she'd been gone for a time. Getting the feeling that she could be trusted, the quiet gray and white kit trotted up to the adviser's side and gave Opalescence a friendly smile. "Hello," he greeted her softly with a wave of his tail.

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    The young trainee tom was simply wandering around, unsure of what to do, when an unfamiliar scent hit his nose. That wasn't too unusual, he didn't know everybody here, though he'd been here his whole life, and cats constantly came and went. But curious none the less, he followed the scent, spotting now a white she-cat. He saw other cats greeting her, but as he had no idea who she was, he simply hung back, watching. I guess she left and then came back or something...?

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    [font=georgia]"Hello Sacrifice," Opalescence mewed. There was a slight waver in her voice, but her famous stutter did not break through. She managed a smile. Moons ago, she would not be able to so much glance at another tom without shaking, but her demeanor was changing. She had changed, and she was glad to be able to look the adviser in the eyes as she continued. "Don't w-worry. I am not hurt. Contrary, I have n-never been better."

    [size=8][font=georgia]Hearing commotion, Quiara padded over, dipping her head and staring at the other feline. She didn't recognize her, though that was probably because she was so introverted. The dilute calico twitched her ear, not saying a single word but rather analyzing Opalescence.

    [size=8]Wait. Why wasn't she stuttering? That was one thing that made Opalescene unique. "Where'd you go? You missed quite a bit." The Adviser meowed. Did she know the stylist position had been combined with the healer position yet? He wasn't sure, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

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    Aritzia Simul Stamus was walking around when she caught a scent on the wind- one she hadn't smelled around in quite a while. Could it be...? The seal point opened her sky blue eyes wide and ran in the direction it came from, and sure enough, surrounded by fellow Elitsts was the scarred form of Opalessence. Had Ritzi had a voice, she would have squealed in delight- as it was, she ran gleefully over to the ex-Stylist and stuck her nose into the she-cat's fur with a silent purr.







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