Dreams do come true! [P]

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    The tigeress had met the tom earlier on, but still had no idea who he was. Nonetheless, Avril was up to making new friends and such, since most of the old ShadowClan that he knew had disappeared with no warning. (Not like it mattered to her; she was surviving where the vagabonds went.) She paced gently back and forth, looking around and sighing gently.

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    Well it didn't surprise her that his ex-mate did not recognize him. Last time she saw him the leader still had his chocolate tomcat body, that he missed greatly he would add. What happened to it? A little demoness named Margaret. Bitch jumped him and obviously being a demoness meant she was far stronger. After around possibly three minutes (Yup that's how long he lasted) she ripped out his heart, quite literally, and crushed it. He died, but thankfully he was able to return and repossess his tiger body. And that's why he like multiple possessions far more than shapeshifting. When he returned he obviously was a little different. The idea of killing seemed much more delicious than it had before and that's when he knew that he liked this.
    Cerulean colored oculars caught sight of Avril and without any hesitation he bounded forward, "Wassup Avvy?"





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    At the sight of the tom in front of her, Avril turned. Well, he was quite the happy pants. She remembered when she was like that, always happy and smiling. Well, she was no longer like that. She had changed since her days in BloodClan, forcing herself to change her morals. It had worked and she was sparring and killing and all that cool stuff in no time. "Hi," she meowed flatly, smiling crookedly. Because he had said her name, she just jumped to the next question. "Who are you and why do you know me so.. well?" she asked, tilting her head.

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    "Eh? You really don't remember me?" Came the surprised, yet still manly, voice of the tiger. Come now he couldn't have been all that forgetful. Unless of course she had purposely erased his memory from her mind then he could understand. Flicking a tail in slight shock, Snickersbar quickly added in a, "Alright I'll give you three guesses."


    (( Rushed ))





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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=11px]"I do not remember you," she meowed, shaking her head and offering a very small smile. At the game that he had suggested, the she-cat nodded. "Alright. Shoot"