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Even if she had only been gone for two days, Harley had come back a different cat. Literally. Now, she was a lion. A lion. Wasn't that just fantastic? She had two love hearts carved into her cheeks, though, from a fight with two family members, and she had a huge grey-hound like collar surrounding her neck, purple with a huge golden cow bell attached to it that rang whether she went. The Elite hadn't tried to stop her from leaving; she supposed they actually wanted her gone. And she wanted herself gone.
Trotting up to the border on heavy paws, the strikingly beautiful white lion waited, not wanting to look intimidating.
/playing this before the fire but after the sickness thingy
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