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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] PASTELPAW ![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px] i know my thoughts but i can't hide them[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px;][justify][color=white][i]Finally! Wow. She should've done that earlier. It would've saved a whole lot of time. The leopard nodded enthusiastically, confirming her identity with the brown husky. Of course, she couldn't say anything in reply to the "you're a leopard" comment, but she assumed the confirmation of her name was enough.


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    The dog was going to ask how she was alive. Spencer had seen her dead, and it was... Quite the shock. The husky showed a wide smile before running over to hug (in all honesty, it was more like a tackle) the leopard. "I'm glad your back," he smiled.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs7…d88hhl4.jpg);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=7pt]"Pastelpaw!" the leader exclaimed, taking a few steps back. This was her daughter, her eldest daughter, and she didn't even recognize her. What kind of mother was she? "Oh Pasty I'm so sorry. It's just been so long since you were in a leopard body. I..."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] PASTELPAW ![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] i know my thoughts but i can't hide them[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px;][justify][color=white]Pastelpaw stumbled for a bit from the tackle-hug, but regained her balance and hugged the dog back. Releasing from the hug, she gave a small but appreciative smile in the form of a thanks. At least it seemed she had an identity to them now.


    The leopard turned to her mother, with a beaming smile across her face. The sudden realization that Pastelpaw was actually home swept across her mind as her mother exclaimed her name. The apprentice nodded in understanding, giving a purr directed towards Lily. Frankly, it was odd to be back in this body to her as well, so it was understandable why they didn't recognize her.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]WINDCLAN — VICE-LEADER — INFORMATION — POWERS — [abbr=blue point Siamese (♀); snow leopard (♀), cream classic tabby (♂), lion-sized welsh green dragon (♀, shapeshifting only)]BODIES[/abbr] — [abbr=medium easy ★ no kill ★ ask for capture ★ injury allowed ★ attack in slateblue ★ bisexual, panromantic ★ speaks in bold, thinks in italics]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=npc & npc, adopted by Legacy Brides ★ dating Beartooth ★ mentored by Blissfulchaos ★ member of the ethereals, the exalted, and the mystics ★ tag #seekingpolaris]OTHER[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]His roleplayer had fallen asleep before replying like the semi-lame person she was, so Polarispaw had yet to discover the meaning of that last gesture—the one-eye thing. However, he certainly knew the name. Though he didn’t run forward as Spencer had, Ris visibly relaxed and gave a small nod. So that movement had a meaning after all. One eye. The blue-furred tabby with one eye. How hadn’t he figured that out? ”Welcome home, then,” he meowed with a slightly awkward shrug, ducking his head for a moment to adjust a few feathers. It wasn’t as if he could join in the enthusiastic greetings. A simple “oh, hey, nice to see you back” would do.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: ;][font=georgia][color=white][size=18] PASTELPAW ![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -25px;][font=georgia][color=white][size=16px][i] i know my thoughts but i can't hide them[align=center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#161616; width: 430px; borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -5px;][justify][color=white]The leopard turned to face the vice leader. She nodded a thanks to Polarispaw, her smile still apparent on her face. It was odd, being back, when not all that long ago she was dead. But it was nice. She was so overjoyed to be back. It was hard to explain her joy.


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