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Memories sometimes tended to hurt. And for some, the pain was unbearable. It would feel like everyday they were being ripped open, and they didn't know how others failed to see the blood. These memories are unshakable, haunting you for the rest of your life. They burned, and you spent your every day being consumed by the flames.
Forevermore didn't know how she got here, or what brought her back to this place of wretched animals. Too much loss had hit her here, and to be back, well it wasn't joyful. It seemed as if she was floating around, in total blackness, when she jerked back to the real world. "The hell..." she mused aloud, eyes gazing over the fluffy clouds of white. Her gaze fluttered down to her own flank, and she was met with an eyeful of scraggly red fur and black stockings. She was a fox. Wonderful. This body didn't seem like it had ever eaten. Every step brought her a sharp stab of hunger, and her ribs showed threw her coat. She'd eat when she reached a good destination.
The vixen padded softly through the thick snow, searching for something- oh there it was. The stump she had used to find out where she was. She hopped up on it, raising herself on her back paws with ease, like a bear, and sniffing the air. She was met with scents of well known friends, a few enemies, former loved ones, and strangers. She was back at BlizzardClan. Dropping back unto all fours, she opened her mouth to speak again. "Hello, I'm back!" she called, remembering the bad things that had happened here. Her mother's death, her brother's death, her kidnap, her first murder, her own death, "Diana's" death. Her face fell, eyes grey and lifeless, blank. Then it became harsh and cold, threatening. "Just get me back into this awful place." she muttered under her breath.
Yes, Forevermore was back.
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