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For some reason, the youthful female had absolutely no recognition of her life. It was almost as if her memory had been wiped clean, or just about. The name namine kept ex hoping through the domestic's mind, driving her to absolute madness. There must have been some significance to the name, right?
Perhaps it was someone she knew, or maybe even herself. So with some uncertainty, the blank canvas decided to go with it; She declared that her name. Namine. Something about it just felt right. But no matter what, there would never be any significant evidence of this being her name, or even another's. It was just an odd situation, at this point.
But despite the long and straining mental battle, the domestic feline had also faced a physical one. For days on end she had wandered through numerous clans and tribes, though many were quite rude or just awfully horrid. Blood and guts wasn't exactly the female's strong suit, and the scent of the sticky crimson liquid made her queasy.
This place was far different, though. The white picket fence was quite welcoming, and the barn and crops were quite a pleasant scene as well. Wherever she was was quite cozy, and Namine wouldn't mind finding refuge amongst this location. So finally gathering up enough courage, the snow-kissed feline parted her lips to speak.
"um exuse me, could someone tell me where I've wound up?" she called out in a southern twang, her voice sickly sweet. Hopefully it was loud enough for someone to catch, especially since namine's voice often carried quite far. But at this moment, the slim silhouette awaited at the border, turquoise gaze scanning the scenery that awaited before her.
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