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Right now, Harley, or Ophelia, was searching for her mother and Scarlett. Both had always stuck by her and forgiven her, and even though she was beginning to doubt that they would this time regarding the reactions she had gotten before, she would still give it a try. Besides, she missed them dearly. In Blizzardclan, she was complete different cat. She still had a fiery edge to her voice and a rebelious attitude she doubted anyone would ever be able to contain, but she was a nice cat, all in all, and she knew it would be better to stay that way then come back here and become the horrid cat she used to he, which still, sadly, hadn't faded.
She had gotten in a extreme fight with Loran and her new pet, Lamia. Although she had been able to fight them off, she was sore and exhausted and hating Jiyu for bringing her back. Her back hurt, her back was almost bit off, and there were two long gashes on both cheeks; just when her puma body had gotten the same wounds in the Bloodclan battle. Sighing deeply. She lay against a near bye tree and bit her lip. She doubted anyone would help her if they did pass bye, or even if she asked which her pride would not allow, so she just lay there.
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