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    [font=georgia] A white paw stepped carefully upon the abandoned amusement park ground. With it, supported by three other paws, carried Siren Mortem-Ipsum. The she-cat had grown the last few moons, the last bits of kit-hood slowly escaping her features. What was once pretty was turning into beauty, and what was once cockiness was turning into a graceful assurance. But Siren was not roaming across the Elite's new lands to brag about her adulthood. In fact, she was about to act very kit like, for she was looking for her mother.


    "Sola?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]When the voice reached her ears, the tabby instantly got to her paws and headed towards it. "Hey dear." Sola greeted at first with a warm smile. "What is it?" Her green gaze was focused on her adopted daughter, along with almost all of her attention.

    [font=georgia]"Mom!" Siren purred, hurrying over to touch noses with the other she-cat. "I just wanted to see you. I feel as if it has been ages since we last spoke." the blue mackerel looked at the elite guard with kind eyes. It was only her mother that the mackerel tabby felt comfortable around, everyone else just seemed so inept. Despite her father, of course, but it was hard to have a feeling filled conversation with him. "How are you?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"I'm fine." Sola replied with a bit of a shrug and yawn, not very awake at the current moment. She had been up almost all night thinking but she wasn't about to admit that to anyone. "You?" Tilting her head to the side, she offered a friendly smile along with her words.

    [font=georgia]"Finishing up my training," mewed Siren. "I am becoming a full member soon. It will be nice to have more authority soon," purred the tabby. "Of course, not as much as you or dad. You guys make it hard for a cat to catch up." Of course Siren was joking here, something she rarely did. Her mother had that talent. Often the Elite guard could allow her to show another side of herself that even Harley, her best friend couldn't open. Perhaps it was because her mother was the only cat Siren ever allowed herself to love openly.