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    [size=20pt][glow=white,2,300]L A D Y !?[/glow][/size]


    lady // one year // female // the insignia // member // caracal + domestic // [abbr=Shapeshifting (Cougar, Cheetah, Bengal Tiger, Jaguar, Timber Wolf, African Wild Dog, Hyena, Shark, White Mare, Leopard, Baboon, Snow Leopard, Seal Point Siamese (Lady's form)) Black Blood, Eye Color Mani., Pelt Color Mani., Heat Vision, Character Bond (None), Soul Absorb (5/9), Sabertooth Fangs, Scent Mani., Mani. Of Soundwaves & Molecules., Memory Mani., Telepathy, The Sight, Reincarnation)]hover for powers[/abbr] // attack in #ee58ff



    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; height: 144px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:7px; overflow: auto;]Currently Cerridwen was controlling Lady's body, as usual. The caracal padded up to the Bloodclan border, peering around. She had taken in all the new changes and had learned that Pastel was in Bloodclan. Her old daughter, was now with the enemy, but that wouldn't stop her from seeing her old daughter.




    The caracal forced a smile on as she padded at the border. "Pastel?" she called out, taking a step over the border and glancing around. "Pastel dear?" she called out once more as she twitched her ears. She was anxious to greet her old daughter again.[/fancypost]


    ©madame kevin
    #maddiewashere

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; border-left: 5px;]"I don't know how you know my name, but you reek of the Insignia; who are you and what the hell do you want?" sneered Pastelkisses, padding up to the caracal. She had no idea her mother's spirit had invaded this body, and her memories of her childhood were hazy. Of course she still remembered Cerridwen, but she wouldn't know this was her automatically. "You have five seconds to explain yourself; disagree or take too long and you're screwed, kid," said the pink female. Her facial piercings glinted as her head shifted to look at Lady's paws. "Better move those back before they're mine," she chuckled, a grin crawling onto her face, showing her large vampiric fangs.


    Oh how the girl had changed.

    [size=20pt][glow=white,2,300]L A D Y !?[/glow][/size]


    lady // one year // female // the insignia // member // domestic // [abbr=Shapeshifting (Cougar, Cheetah, Bengal Tiger, Jaguar, Timber Wolf, African Wild Dog, Hyena, Shark, White Mare, Leopard, Baboon, Snow Leopard) Black Blood, Eye Color Mani., Pelt Color Mani., Heat Vision, Character Bond (None), Soul Absorb (5/9), Sabertooth Fangs, Scent Mani., Mani. Of Soundwaves & Molecules., Memory Mani., Telepathy, The Sight, Reincarnation)]hover for powers[/abbr] // attack in #ee58ff



    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; height: 144px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:7px; overflow: auto;]The fem rested her ears against her head. Her slight smile turned into a neutral expression when the pastel feminine had arrived. Why did Pastel change? She couldn't guess what the point of this was. All these changes, they didn't suit her, and nor would they ever suit her.




    The fem only sat down, not moving an inch from her already planted spot. "Pastelpaw." she said lowly before then finally raising her voice slightly, making it more clear for the femme to hear her. "It's me, Cerridwen." she reminded, giving a light smile as she lowered her head to the femme's height, attempting to nudge her softly and comfortingly. "Do you remember me?" she questioned as she began to tear up.




    Goddamn. It had been so long since she had seen her old friends, since she had been alive again, it felt all so emotional. However, the fem would clear up the tears, holding strong. She was just so happy to see her daughter again. Very happy.[/fancypost]


    ©madame kevin
    #maddiewashere

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; border-left: 5px;]Pastelkisses' eyes narrowed as the caracal only say down, but was taken by surprise as she used her apprentice name. "You.. you're lying," she snapped, flinching away from the supposedly Cerridwen's touch. This wasn't her mom. Her blue eyes flickered all around Cerridwen's face, and she bit her lip hard as the other female started to cry. "Cerridwen committed suicide because she wanted to end her life; why would she come back? Stop messing with me, it's not funny," she rumbled, closing her eyes for a second to compose herself. It would take some convincing for Pastel, but eventually she'd believe. That didn't mean she wouldn't play nice, exactly. The last family she had joined, the Mikaelsons who were a vampire based family, didn't go down well with her. Caroline was currently captured in Bloodclan, and she was also the head of the family. Of course in her eyes the clan came before family, so she had proceeded to torture her and drink her blood. That got her around quite a bit. The point is that even if this chick was saying the truth, Pastelkisses wouldn't be able to give her mother the kindness she deserved. Maybe she'd be a little nicer, but in all honesty, in her mind they were enemies.